I. The Book of Songs, Li Feng and Kai Feng
The wind blew from the south, blowing his spine.
I want to die, and my mother has a reward.
The wind blows from the south, and the wind blows from the other side.
God, I have no family.
There is a cold spring under the dredging.
With seven children, my mother is very hard.
The yellow bird, with its voice.
There are seven children, don't comfort your mother.
Appreciation: On a summer day, a poet from Taiguo (now tangyin county, Anyang City, Henan Province) stood in the wild, and the warm south wind blew gently, which made people feel relaxed and happy. He saw a wild jujube tree swaying and growing in the wind, and several yellow birds were singing in the tree. He suddenly thought of his mother.
He tried to raise the mother of seven brothers. He felt that he had not done enough. He felt guilty for his mother who worked day and night, and felt guilty for not comforting her often. He wrote this poem praising maternal love, expressing his deep guilt and remorse.
Second, "West Mother's Grave"
Tang: Chen Quji
The sun on the top of the mountain is dim, and few birds stay alone at dusk.
The forest was empty, but Ding Ning told me to go home early.
Appreciation: In the fourth year of Huichang, Tang Wuzong (844), the poet Chen Quji prepared to go west to Chang 'an, but I don't know when he will return. Before he left, he came to his mother's grave to say goodbye to her.
Mother's grave is in a forest in Gaogai Mountain (located in Fuzhou, Fujian Province). Chen Quji carefully pulled out the rotten grass on the grave, cultivated new soil, sent paper money to his mother and sprinkled wine as a souvenir. Then, he knelt in front of the grave with tears in his eyes and told his mother what he thought.
Third, "I cry at night"
Tang: 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.
Appreciation: In the sixth year of Yuanhe (8 1 1), Bai Juyi's mother Chen died unfortunately. At that time, Bai Juyi, who joined the army in the household department of Jingzhao Prefecture, returned to his hometown in the summer suburbs (now Weinan City, Shaanxi Province) to observe filial piety for his mother for three years. Bai Juyi had a deep affection for his mother, and his mother's death made him extremely sad. He wrote this poem with the meaning of crow feeding back, expressing his thoughts for his mother.