Parents work hard, especially mothers.
The baby is underage and was pregnant with his mother's stomach in 10.
Longing for mother's blood, longing for mother's meat.
The baby will be born and the mother will be in prison.
I'm afraid I'll become a ghost after giving birth.
Once the children meet, the mother will be happy to continue.
If love is a treasure, it is diligence in bowing day and night.
The mother lies on the wet mat and the child sleeps on the dry bedding.
The child was sleeping soundly, but the mother was afraid to stretch.
A dirty child doesn't stink too much, and a sick child is willing to make amends.
Children should be able to walk and behave in a worrying way.
Breast-feeding for three years consumes thousands of feet.
Children should be able to eat and drink, save their mouths and postures.
I've tried. I'm fifteen or sixteen.
Wisdom fears fatigue, but stupidity worries.
2.moonlit night
Du fu in Tang dynasty
In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.
For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
The fragrant mist wets the temples, and the jade shoulders are cold.
When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
3. "Don't be an old mother"
Qing Huang Zhongze
Bow down to the mother river beam,
Worry, watch.
On the tragic snowstorm night in Chai Men,
It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
4. The Wandering Son
Tang mengjiao
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?
5. Tenth Five-Year Plan
Wang Song Anshi
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.
6.yuanri
Northern Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi
Firecrackers are old, and the fireworks are shown every year.
In my dream, the loving mother in my hometown shed tears and waded over the stone, expecting her return.
7. Get home at the end of the year
Qing Jiang Shi quan
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home.
Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it.
I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.