The Yin of the Wandering Son - Meng Jiao (Tang Dynasty) The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the body of the wandering son. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light. "Sending my mother back to her hometown" "The car stopped and looked around, making me a prisoner of Chu. I felt sad from it, and tears of sadness choked my throat. My loving mother was seriously ill and wanted to consult a famous doctor. I was in a hurry to pick up the car, but God showed no mercy! Mother's love is endless What more can I ask for in life!" Don't forget me, old mother, I bow to my mother by the river beam, my eyes are dry with tears. It's a miserable snowy night in Chaimen. It's better to have children than not to have children at this time. "Farewell to my mother" I draw the curtains to say goodbye to my mother and go to the river beams. I worry in vain and my eyes dry up with tears. It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and having children at this time was worse than having none. Bing Xin's "Paper Boat - Send to Mother": Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it fell into the dream for no reason. This is what your beloved daughter put in tears across thousands of rivers and mountains, asking it to carry her love and sorrow back home. Shu Ting---Oh, mother, your pale fingertips are caressing my temples/I can't help but hold on to your skirt tightly like I did when I was a child/Oh, mother/in order to keep your disappearing figure/despite the morning light The dream has been cut into wisps of smoke/I still dare not open my eyes for a long time/I still treasure the bright red scarf/for fear that washing it will make it/lose your unique warmth/Oh, mother/isn’t the flow of time equally ruthless? /Afraid that memory will also fade away / How dare I open its screen so easily / I once cried to you for a thorn / Now with the crown of thorns, I dare not / Not even a word *** / Oh, mother/ I often look up at your photos sadly/Even if the call can penetrate the loess/How dare I disturb your sleep/I still dare not display the sacrifices of love like this/Although I have written many songs/To flowers, to the sea, to Dawn/Oh, mother/My sweet and deep yearning/Not a torrent, not a waterfall/It is a dry well hidden by flowers and trees that cannot sing. Praise mother. Mother is a big ship that carries us to the sea to pursue the mystery of life. The magical mother who explores the world is a high mountain that contains all things and nurtures us to grow and strengthen our body and mind. Mother is a moving song that takes us around. She sings the history of the motherland with her beautiful tune. Mother is a spring breeze that blows life. The steps of all things in the world bring vitality. Mother is the spring rain that nourishes all things on the earth! Mother, I love you, you are the eternal love in my heart== Hymn to Mother When I was a child, I heard that the moon is like my mother, and all the stars in the sky are her children, and the stars are like many brothers and sisters, ** *Love each other in a big family. On my first long trip after growing up, mother, you silently packed the clothes that you had sewn with your own hands, along with a selfless heart like the moon, and all your love into my luggage. In that dream of twinkling stars, how many times did you cover me with the quilt that fell aside? My tears of concern beat on the road under my feet, and every tear was a poem praising my mother. == Mother, I saw the smiling face of the sun again. I saw your bright eyes of the sun. Mother, I know that as long as the sun shines on the earth, your smile will always exist. The mother who is in contact with the land and kisses the crops. Oh, the mother who exudes from you. The taste of sunshine creates your metallic character and records your strength and perseverance. Mother, I know that your sunny smile stays on the land where you work, growing a green hope, growing the joy of children growing up, growing not giving in to poverty. The story grows out of your mature expectations. Mother, I know that your sunny smile stays in the farmhouse and lights up the kitchen. The prosperous fire lights up the symphony of pots and pans, lighting up the strong voice of your life. Mother, I know that your sunny smile has strengthened the confidence of the children to walk out of the majestic mountains and open their hands to the outside world to welcome the wind and rain. Mother, I know that your sunny smile has determined that your hands will never give up and are related to labor. The verbs that do not need to be annotated in life are just simple repetitions in your opinion, mother, I know that no matter where I go, no matter how far the road ahead is, your smile will accompany me and warm my journey and heart, mother, I know I know your smile is shining in the sun. The sun is shining brightly with your smile. Mother Youzi chants, that thread in the hand of a loving mother... Youzi chants Dayan River, my nanny is a loving mother and loves her son. It is not a reward. 〖Han〗Liu An: A child born in ten months is generous in kindness, but repayment in three lifetimes is light. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety" A three-inch-foot-long baby has ten and eight years of merit. "Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety" The mother calls the child to lie down when he is dry, and the mother is sleeping wet when the child poops. "Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety" The mother is suffering and the child is not seen, the child is tired and the mother is uneasy. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety" My mother is one hundred years old and she often prays to her eighty-year-old son. "Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety" The prodigal son does not feel the cold when the loving mother is in front of you. "Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety" A thousand loves, a thousand kindnesses, a hundred hardships, who knows my parents who love me? "Children's Talk" The white-headed old mother cries behind the door, rolling up the sleeves of her shirt and leaving them unbroken. 〖Tang〗 Han Yu The mother's instrument hangs down, and the tube shines brightly, and the light shines on the silent night stand in Wusu. "Collection of Proverbs" The thread in a loving mother's hand is like the clothes on a wanderer's body. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light. 〖Tang〗 Meng Jiao In the past, Meng's mother chose a neighbor. If you don't learn, you will lose your chance. "Three Character Classic" Mother is the first parent in the world; maternal love is the first love in the world. Zi Yan The only love in the world that is not contaminated - that is maternal love. Zi Yan When you are successful, everyone is a friend. But only the mother - she is the companion in failure. Zheng Zhenduo I feel sorry for my parents, who worked hard to give birth to me.
"The Book of Songs"