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 Zhang Shen to Mingjing to worship Jingzhou.
meng haoran
In the colorful fifteenth year, before trying to be a loving mother.
Lian Xiao paid tribute at the age of 20, and Huai Ju went to Qinchuan.
Four tweets, Zhong.
Don't row on the river, who doesn't look to the gods.
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?
Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end.
It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies.
Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts?
Yan's name is Liu Sao.
Bai Juyi
There is Shuang Yan on the beam, a male and a female.
Between two rafters, a nest gave birth to Si Er.
Si Er is a long day and night, and the voice of asking for food is diligent.
Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday.
Paws are eager for us, but they are not tired.
For a moment, I was afraid of hunger in my nest.
After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter.
Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one.
Once the wings are formed, lead them to the branch of the court.
Raise your wings and fly in the wind without looking back.
Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return.
But to enter the empty nest and sing all night.
Yan Yan, don't be sad, but think about yourself.
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.