There are many poems about friendship and love in ancient poetry, but very few about flesh and blood. The following five poems, some are written for children, and some are written for brothers and sisters. All of them are sincere and touching, and I almost want to cry when I read them.
To the second child of Donglu
Li Bai
The mulberry leaves in Wu are green, and the silkworms in Wu have been sleeping for three days.
My family sends money to Donglu, who will plant the turtle shade field?
The spring event has come to an end, and Jiang Xingfu is at a loss.
The south wind blows back to my heart, flying down in front of the restaurant.
There is a peach plant in the east of the building, with green smoke blowing from its branches and leaves.
I planted this tree three years ago.
The peach is now in line with the building, and my trip has not yet turned around.
The charming girl is named Pingyang, and she folds flowers and leans against the edge of the peach.
You can’t see me when you fold flowers, and your tears are like flowing water.
The son's name is Boqin, and he is as tall as his sister.
Under the two rows of peach trees, who cares if you caress your back?
If you lose the order of thinking about this, your liver and intestines will become worried every day.
Split elements describe the distant meaning, because of Wenyang River.
This poem was written by the poet Li Bai to a pair of children living in Shandong when he visited Jinling. The writing is delicate and the description is vivid.
Li Bai in the poem no longer looks like an elegant and unrestrained immortal, but like the most ordinary and simple father. He thought that the peach tree he planted in front of his house had grown as tall as the house, but he hadn't returned home yet. He imagined his little daughter Pingyang folding flowers and leaning against the peach tree, crying like rain because she missed him. The youngest son, Boqin, has grown to be as tall as his sister's shoulders. If he is not around, who will love them? The poet was heartbroken and wrote this letter to his children.
Although the whole poem is very simple, "The south wind blows back to the heart, flying down in front of the restaurant." This sentence still reveals Li Bai's unique fantasy.
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A message to the Lord of Chang'an
Wang Anshi
It is not light to say goodbye when a young man is young, but it is also sad to meet again when we are old.
The cups and plates are filled with laughter, and the dim lights are talking about life.
Self-pity, three years between the lake and the sea, and thousands of miles of dust and sand.
If you want to know when the later period will be, I will send you a letter to see Yannan Zheng.
Chang'an Jun is Wang Anshi's sister.
The brother and sister have a very good relationship. It was already very sad to say goodbye when they were young, let alone now that they are older.
When the two met, they prepared some food and wine and chatted about their lives under the dim light, bursting into laughter from time to time.
A brief reunion was followed by a long separation. When the poet asked his sister about the return date, he could only vaguely reply, "When the geese fly south, they will bring back news about me," leaving a trace of comfort.
The language of the entire poem is simple and unvarnished. "Have straw cups and plates, smiles, and dim lights talk about life." is the most touching poem I have ever seen about a happy gathering. The brother and sister are eating the simplest meals, but the most cordial and harmonious atmosphere flows, as warm as the lights. .
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One of two poems about sending a son in prison
Su Shi
One of the poems: I was connected to Yushitai Prison, the jailer If there is a slight invasion, he will not be able to survive on his own. He will not be able to leave his son in prison, so he and Ershi give the jailer Liang Cheng the freedom to leave his son.
The Holy Lord is like the spring of all things in the sky, but the humble ministers perish themselves in ignorance.
It is even more tiring to pay off the debt before a hundred years are up, and to have ten people without a home.
This is a green mountain where bones can be buried, but the heavy rain only hurts the spirit.
I have been brothers with you for generations, and I have an unfinished relationship with you in the world.
When he was writing poems, Su Shi was sent to prison because of the Wutai Poetry Case. He thought he would die in prison