Author: Meng Jiao era: Tang genre: Yuefu.
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?
This is an ode to maternal love. This poem eulogizes the great beauty of human nature-maternal love.
Book of Songs Kaifeng
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.
So it's cold under the sparse. With seven children, my mother is very hard.
Hey? Yellow bird, load its voice. There are seven children, don't comfort your mother.
A thousand wanderers "don't be old mothers" [Tang Meng Jiao]
I went to worship the mother river beam, and I was worried about my tears. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
Tenth Five-Year Plan [Anshi, Wang Song]
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains. (Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year")
People see men and women as good, but they don't know that Luo women make people old. (Wang Jian's short song)
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. (Han Yu's Whose Son)
When I am in the dark, I am afraid that I will cry more. (Dai Duan's Memory of Mother)
My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it will snow next year. (Gao Ming "Pipa". China goddaughter ")