Xi Murong's Poems about Love.

Mulan Poetry: Parents smell their daughters coming to help the generals; As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup. When I heard that my sister was coming, I sharpened my knife and said to pig and sheep Bai Juyi, "I am homesick at night on the solstice of winter in Handan." If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. Zhang Ji: Qiu Si: Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want to write a meaningful 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. Meng Jiao: Ode to a Wanderer: The thread in the hands of a loving 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? Du Fu: Dream of Spring: A leopard cannot change his spots, but a leopard cannot change his spots. 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: Remembering brothers on a moonlit night: Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese sing. 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. Wang Wei: "I think of my brothers in Shandong when I am on vacation in the mountains"): A person is a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my relatives twice every festive season. Far away, I know where the brothers have climbed, and one person is missing. Cao Zhi: Seven Steps Poetry: Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans weep in the kettle. We are born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other? Du Mu's Return to the Tomb: Zi Yinyi asked: Why did you stay late? * * * Who is fighting for time; Win sideburns? Modern Poetry: "Affection" Author: If rain is like a cloud of affection, it is a ray of sunshine that illuminates your heart and gives you warmth. Is the ubiquitous concern, giving you care. It is a signpost on the road of life, guiding you. Thirst is a bowl of porridge to satisfy hunger and thirst. When it's cold, it's a cotton coat to keep you warm. It is an umbrella in rainy days, sheltering you from the wind and rain. It is your support when you are tired and gives you warmth. It is a hug when you are sad, and it will heal you. Family ties are constant love! It is deep love! "The Taste of Family" Author: Purple mountain and sea rhyme, alcohol and tobacco, hidden fragrance, thick wine flavor, that is the taste of father. The food is fragrant and sweet, which is the taste of mother. Ah, the taste of parents is happiness. How can I repay my parents for their kindness? Chest and shoulders are broad, and the stalwart is like a mountain. That's the smell of a husband. Warm love and dedication, that is the taste of a wife. Ah, the smell of husband and wife is that Brawly is interdependent. Husband and wife love each other and grow old together. Shelter from the wind and rain, be a man, that's the smell of my brother. Rouge is fragrant, friendship is long, and this is the taste of my sister. Ah, I smell like a breeze blowing seedlings. How can you forget your brother and sister's concern? Naive, naughty and playful, that's my brother's taste. Graceful, like a flower, that is the smell of my sister. Ah, the taste of younger siblings is a beautiful fairy tale. Sister-in-law's innocence, jumping with the flame of hope. "In the world of affection" Author: Dana Fei Xia's spring water in her blood nourishes the small vegetable garden, and the friendship forged from life maintains the harmony and happiness of the big family. Inheriting and cultivating virtues has been handed down from generation to generation in China. Really love, do not feel bitter, do not feel tired. I don't like the inferior products cultivated. Maybe ... families are strong and fragile. Be kind to life. Maybe we can find the true meaning in strength. Author: Han Zhi doesn't know the depth of maternal love, but the trickle of paternal love. I dressed up my mind silently, walked into the empty place in the secret spring and flowed into the rubble. Author: Family is a thread. In spring, affection is a thread that holds me. You cry, I cry, you laugh, I laugh. If the long wind blows over the waterline and the long rain doesn't open,