Meng Jiao
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Send mom home.
Li shangyin
I was trapped in prison when I parked the car.
Feeling from this, sadness and tears stuck in the throat.
Fang's mother is seriously ill and wants to be a famous doctor.
The bus is very urgent today, so it is difficult to stop!
Motherly love has nothing to report, what can life expect!
Cry at midnight
Bai Juyi
The second time I lost my mother, I vomited because I was dumb.
Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old.
Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved.
If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart.
A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad.
What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness.
Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died.
What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird.
The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied.
Whose son?
Han Yu
Who is not crazy, who is not crazy, who will go to the palace to call the Taoist priest?
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn.
Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city.
Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang.
It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position.
Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood.
Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty?
Well, I really want to go.
homeless
Du Fu
After the lonely Tianbao, the garden is full of Artemisia ordosica.
I live in 100 families, and everything is in a mess.
There is no news of the survivors, and the dead are dust and mud.
Because of the defeat, the bitch came back to find the old way.
After a long walk, I saw an empty lane, and it was thin and miserable.
But for Kitsune to tanuki, my hair stands on end.
What are the neighbors? One or two widowed women.
Love birds and branches, quiet and poor.
Fang Chun hoes alone and irrigates at dusk.
When the county magistrate knew I was coming, he called to learn drums and shovels.
Although he served in the state, he had no one to take care of.
When you get close, you will get lost.
There are swings everywhere in my hometown, and the distance is neat.
A mother who is always in pain and has been ill for a long time, appoints a ditch flow for five years.
I was born weak and sour about life.
Life is homeless, why is it steaming!
Think of mother
Tang Shuang
Lu Hua's tears are wet, and his bald head has nowhere to lean on Chai Fei.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.