After three months of war, a piece of news from home is worth a ton of gold.
1. Thread in the hands of a loving mother,
Make clothes for her wayward son.
She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.
But how much love does an inch of grass have,
Make three spring scenery.
(Meng Jiao: "Wanderer")
2. Boil beans and burn beans,
The beans are crying in the kettle.
Originally born from the same root,
What's the hurry?
(Cao Zhi: "Seven Steps Poetry")
When my parents heard about my daughter,
Go abroad to help the generals;
My sister heard that my sister was coming,
When the household is in charge of red makeup;
When I heard my sister was coming,
Sharpen the knife to pigs and sheep.
("Mulan Ci")
Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers still exist.
Trees and grass turn green again in spring.
Petals shed like tears,
Lonely birds sang their sorrows.
After three months of fighting,
Letters from home are priceless.
I stroke my white hair. It became too thin,
I can't hold the hairpin anymore.
(Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
5. A vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle.
A wild goose sings in autumn.
He knew that the dew tonight would be frost,
How bright the moonlight is at home! .
Oh, my brothers, lost and scattered,
What does life without you mean to me? .
But if something goes wrong with peacetime letters,
What can I expect during the war? .
(Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
6. Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang.
The writer's book is full of meaning.
I can't talk about it in a hurry
Pedestrians came and opened again.
(Zhang Ji: "Qiu Si")
7. As a stranger in a foreign land,
Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.
Know where the brothers climb,
There is one person missing from the dogwood.
(Wang Wei: vacationing in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong)
8. Every winter solstice in Handan,
Knee-hugging lamp with shadow.
I want to sit at home late at night,
It should also be said that people who travel far away.
(Bai Juyi: "The Solstice of Winter in Handan" misses home at night)
9. The child led the clothes to ask:
Why did you come back too late?
* * * Who is fighting for time,
Win sideburns?
(Du Mu: "Going Home")
2. Poems, paragraphs and songs about love:
1, relatives and friends in Luoyang asked each other, and a piece of ice heart was in the jade pot.
After three months of war, a message from hometown is worth a ton of gold.
3. Being a stranger alone in a foreign land, I miss my relatives more every festive season.
I know from a distance where my brother climbed, and there is one person missing from the dogwood.
The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
But how much love does this inch of grass have? Make three spring scenery.
5, thinking of my husband is like a full moon, and the brightness is decreasing every night.
If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, a piece of ice heart is in the jade pot.
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What is kinship? Affection is a dictionary in which you can find "joy" and "warmth". What is affection? Family is a star, which can guide the lost heart in the dark. What is kinship? Affection is a rope, which is closely connected with its body, mind and heart. What is affection? Affection is a jar of honey, which contains rich fragrance and makes people ecstatic. What is kinship? Family is a dictionary, a star, a rope and honey. In fact, affection is a kind of happiness.
2. What is kinship? She is instantly touched by her heart, but it is often a complete change. It is the power that can change the expectation for ten months, the magic that can forget the mission, and the eternal longing for peace.
What is kinship? It is the first time for her to give, but it is also a permanent one, a kind of selflessness that can feel the responsibility and then turn it into a habit.
What is kinship? She is the beginning of missing, but it doesn't end. It is a nostalgia for home and a yearning for reunion.
With the passage of time, many past events have faded away. But in the long river of history, there is a star that shines forever, and that is affection. Time can make people lose everything, but family members can't give up. Even if one day, relatives leave, but their love will always stay in the deepest part of the child's soul. Don't let your family face the impact more and more powerlessly in the bustling modern social changes. At least we can start from ourselves and don't leave regrets for ourselves. As the saying goes, "the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the son wants to raise it." Send a warm greeting to your parents that is not a luxury now!
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The baby repays you, understands your devotion to dad, thanks for coming home, elder sister, ninth sister, maternal love, holding hands for the first time, birthday wishes, heartfelt wishes, grass songs, skinny feelings, paper umbrellas, stray songs and Lu's daughter songs.
Song of everlasting regret, sister-in-law, look at the starry sky, forget me, think of your mother's lullaby, westward journey, farewell my concubine, white hair, and your mother's son, and travel thousands of miles back to your hometown.
3.8 Poems about affection 1. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward 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? (Meng Jiao: "Wanderer")
2. Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans will cry in the pot.
We are born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other? (Cao Zhi: "Seven Steps Poetry")
3. My parents heard that the woman came and went out to help each other;
As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup.
When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep. ("Mulan Ci")
Although a country is divided, the mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
5. A vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle, and a wild goose rang in autumn.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
6. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want to write a book.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. (Zhang Ji: "Qiu Si")
7. A stranger in a foreign land misses his relatives during holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Wang Wei: vacationing in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong)
8. Every winter solstice in Handan, I always have a knee lamp.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. (Bai Juyi: "The Solstice of Winter in Handan" misses home at night)
4. Famous sayings, aphorisms, poems, lyrics, articles, stories and famous sayings about family: All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. Motherly love is a huge flame. (romain rolland) Poetry: The Book of Songs, Xiaoya-Guo E, Guo E, No.1.
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. I am a loser, but I am a thief.
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. It is a pity that the bottle is used up.
It is better to die for a long time than to live with fresh people. No father, no mother.
Get a shirt when you go out, and you're exhausted when you go in. My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me.
Spoil me, feed me, grow me and nurture me. Take care of me, answer me, get in and out of my abdomen.
If you want to repay kindness, you will be extremely confused. Nanshan is fierce and the wind is blowing.
There is nothing wrong with the people, I am alone. Nanshan method, drifting with the wind.
Everyone is in the valley, and I'm not alone. "Ode to a Wanderer" (Tang Dynasty) The thread in the hand of Meng Jiao, a kind-hearted mother, made clothes for her wayward 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?
Lyrics: Yan Weiwen's "Mother" lyrics Your new schoolbag, someone gave it to you; Your flowers in the rain put away your umbrella and someone will call you; You like to eat (that) three fresh stuffing, and someone (she) gives you a bag; Your wronged tears will be wiped away by someone.
Ah, this person is a mother, ah, this person is a mother! This man gave me life and a home; Ah, no matter how far you go, no matter what you are doing, you can never leave our mother! You are in a foreign land, and someone cares; When you go back to (that) home, someone makes hot tea; You are lying in (that) hospital bed and someone is crying; When you smile, someone blooms happily.
Ah, this person is my mother, ah, this person is my mother, this person gave me life and a home; Ah, no matter how rich you are, no matter how old you are, you must never forget our mother! Ah, this person is mother, ah, this person is mother. This man gave me life and a home. Ah, no matter how rich you are, no matter how old you are, you must never forget our mother! Story of the article: Meng Mu moved three times and Mulan took the place of his father 1. There is a classic story in our country that praises maternal love, which is worth revisiting by every young man: a young man fell in love with a girl, but the girl tested him with a cruel request-take out your mother's heart and I will agree to marry you. The cruel young man really went home and cut out his mother's heart and gave it to the girl.
On the way, the young man tripped over a pebble. At this time, his mother's heart said, "Son, does it hurt?" 2. After the Turkey 1999 earthquake, many houses collapsed, and rescuers all over the world kept searching for possible survivors. Two days later, they saw an incredible scene in the gap-a mother with her hands on the ground and a stone with unknown weight on her back. Seeing the rescuers, she cried in despair: "Help my daughter, I have been propped up for two days, and I can't stand it anymore …" Her 7-year-old daughter was lying in a safe space supported by her hands.
The rescuers were so scared that they could hardly believe their eyes and ears. After a brief surprise, they all tried their best to move the stones on their mother, hoping to save the mother and daughter, but the stones were too many and too heavy for them to reach soon.
The media took photos, the rescuers were crying and digging, the hard-working mothers were insisting and waiting ... Through TV and newspapers, many Turks were moved to tears, and more people put down their work and devoted themselves to rescue operations. The rescue operation lasted from day to night. Finally, a tall rescuer reached out and pulled his little daughter out.
But she has been angry for a long time, and her mother eagerly asked, "Is my daughter still alive?" Thinking that her daughter is still alive is the only reason and motivation to endure for two days beyond the limits of the human body. The rescuer finally burst into tears: "Yes, she is still alive. We will send her to the hospital for emergency treatment now, and then send you there! " "He knew that if the mother heard that her daughter was dead, she would lose the idea of survival and put down the earth and stone to crush herself.
Mother smiled wearily, and later, she was also taken to the hospital. Her hands were once stiff and unable to bend. The next day, the headline of the Turkish newspaper was a photo of the great mother holding her hands on the ground, with the headline "This is maternal love".
The stout guide said, "I am a person who is not easy to get emotional." But when I saw this report, I cried.
I will tell this story every time I take a group through here in the future. "In fact, not only did they cry, but all the tourists in the car cried, and people all over the world would cry.
This is maternal love, the greatest, most selfless and most touching maternal love in the world. Mother's love is as big as the sky, but too small to hold our hearts; Motherly love can hold up the sky, but the gentle embrace of mother will remain in our memory forever.
Each of us should understand this truth: only those who learn to love their mothers are qualified to say that they love others, their hometown and their motherland. A person who doesn't even love his mother is not qualified to say love.
3. Friends work in other places and don't go home all the year round. The mother looked forward to it, and finally got the good news that her son came home on New Year's Eve.
That day, in the sound of firecrackers, the mother wrapped jiaozi with three fresh fillings, waiting for her son to come back and cook. The stuffing is carefully prepared and should be just to my son's taste.
However, my mother is still a little uneasy. She wanted to know the salty taste of jiaozi in advance, so she made two to taste. At the first taste, my mother was covered by a manhole cover, and I forgot to put salt in the dumpling stuffing! Mother looked at jiaozi wrapped in two drawers, holding it in despair.
She knows that she can let her son eat soy sauce, and she also knows that even if she eats soy sauce, her son will cheer "delicious", but she doesn't want her son who has traveled all the way home to eat defective jiaozi. What should I do? Clever mother actually got the needle tube from her neighbor. Adjust the saline and start "injecting" jiaozi one by one.
When my son came home, Jiaozi also finished the injection. Mother cooked jiaozi and let her son taste jiaozi.
When the son tasted it and said "delicious", the mother proudly held up the needle and showed it to her son, boasting that she could fix a defect so that he wouldn't notice it. But my son cried as soon as he heard it.
He is thinking that he has been working hard outside all these years. I've eaten a lot of jiaozi, and he swallowed all the jiaozi, salty and light.
Who cares about his feelings? Who can be there like a mother?
5. Ask for a poem about affection. All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. (Gorky)
Motherly love is a huge flame. (romain rolland)
There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the mother's call. (Dante)
A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child sleep in it without sweetness? (Hugo)
The sweetest word a person's lips can utter is mom, and the most beautiful call is "mom". (Ji Bolun)
Motherly love is the greatest power in the world. (Mill)
When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is a partner in failure. (Zheng Zhenduo)
How strong, selfish and fanatical is maternal love, occupying the feelings of our whole soul. (Duncan)
How similar mothers all over the world are! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart. (Whitman)
6. There should be many poems or famous sayings about affection and affection. "The tree wants to be quiet and the wind will not stop, and the son wants to raise it."
-"The Biography of Han Han's Poems, Volume 9" "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for the wayward boy's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
But how much love does this inch of grass have? Make three spring scenery. "-"The Prodigal Son "Meng Jiao" If there is an old man at home, there will be treasure. "
-proverbs. "Song of Affection" Affection is an ancient vine, bearing the nostalgia for the years and the lingering of the past.
Flourishing branches, full of yearning, tolerance and waiting, condense the past, present and future. Affection is the ocean of affection, depicting the most beautiful picture of spring. In the vast mind of magnificent poems in midsummer, there are longing, missing and attachment, full of joy, care and hope.
Affection is a golden ribbon, which makes hearts embrace and love converge. History is inseparable, the years are constantly cutting, looking for the Millennium, and the ends of the earth are closely connected.
-Jiang Yongqing's comfort is a family's self-promotion. A wise son makes his father happy, but a foolish son shames his mother. -Solomon and his son don't believe it, and the two families are not at peace. -but Wu Zetian, who is barren, has much love and won three spring flowers. -Meng Jiao.
7. Family poem two sentences "Wanderer" 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?
Cao Zhi's Seven-step Poems
Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans cry in the pot.
We are born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other?
Mulan's ballads
Hearing the news of my daughter, I went out to help Guo;
As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup.
When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep.
Du Fu in Hope in Spring
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Du Fu
The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
Zhang Ji of Qiu Si
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brother in Shandong, Wang Wei.
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Bai Juyi, thinking about the winter solstice in Handan at night.
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee lamp.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
Du Mu, Home
The child took the clothes and asked, Why don't you come back?
* * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns?
Nostalgia in Poetry
1. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
2. I left home when I was young, and my local accent has not changed.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)
3. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come.
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. (Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)
It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.
The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng: "People are homesick every day")
6. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking")
7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. (Li Bai: The Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night)
8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bingzhou is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Journey to the North")
9. A vagrant hears drums that indicate fighting, and a wild goose rings in autumn.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")