Poetry about missing my daughter 1. Poetry about missing my daughter
Send it to two children on East Road.
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Mulberry leaves in Wu area are green, and silkworms in Wu area have fallen asleep.
My home is far from Donglu. Who works in my field?
I won't be able to farm in spring, so I'll have to consider whether I can go by boat.
The south wind blew my homesickness and landed at the door of the hotel in my hometown.
There is a peach tree in the east of the building, and its branches are covered with smoke.
This peach tree was planted when I left. It has been three years.
The peach tree is as tall as the restaurant now, but I still went there and never came back.
My Nv Jiao's name is Pingyang, and my hand is folded on the side plate of the peach tree when I go home.
Peach blossom can't see his father's face, and tears are pouring down his face.
My child's name is Qin Bo, and he is as tall as his sister.
The two of them are standing side by side under the peach tree. Who can caress and love them?
I feel anxious at the thought of this place.
Tear off a piece of silk and write down the distant heart, as if I had returned to Hanyang Sichuan.
Wudi mulberry leaves are green, and Wudi silkworms sleep for three times. My home is far from East Road. Who works in my field? I can't catch up with farming in spring, so I wonder if I can return by boat. The wind in the south blew my homesickness and landed in front of the restaurant in my hometown. There is a peach tree in the east of the building, with towering branches and smoke.
This peach tree was planted when I left. It has been three years since I left. Peach trees are as tall as hotels now, and I haven't been back since I went out. My charming girl's name is Pingyang. She leans against a peach tree and holds folded flowers in her hand, expecting me to go home. When I saw my father's face, I burst into tears. My child's name is Boqin, and she is as tall as her sister.
They walked side by side under the peach tree. Who can pet them? Thinking of this, I have no idea, and I have been worried for a day. Tearing off the silk and writing down other hearts, I seem to have returned to Hanyang River.
Extended data:
This is a sentimental poem, and the poet expresses his deep affection for his children with vivid and true brushstrokes. The poem begins with a scene, showing the southern spring scene of "Wudi mulberry leaves are green and silkworms have slept three times" to readers, and depicting the scene of Wudi (here refers to Nanjing) mulberry leaves are green and silkworms are about to cocoon, which is fresh and picturesque.
Then when I think about the spring ploughing of Donglujia, I feel that I am wandering in the rivers and lakes, and I don't know who will farm in the countryside north of Guishan. I can't help feeling anxious and uneasy about missing this. It is too late to arrange spring ploughing now, and the future return date is still uncertain.
The poet is devoted to his family who left Shandong for nearly three years, to the fields, to restaurants, to peach trees, to children and so on, especially to children. "Under the double-row peach trees, who will pity you when you caress your back?" He imagined his two children playing under a peach tree. They lost their mother (at this time Li Bai's first wife, Xu Shi, had died).
At this time, I don't know who will touch their backs and love them. Thinking of this, I can't help being upset and worried. In desperation, I can only take out a piece of white silk, write down my endless nostalgia and send it to my family in Wenyangchuan (now southwest of Tai 'an, Shandong). This poem is permeated with a loving father's unique love and yearning for his children.
One of the most striking artistic features of this poem is its amazing imagination. "The south wind blows home and flies in front of the restaurant", and the poet's heart suddenly flies to the illusory realm thousands of miles away, imagining a series of vivid scenes, just like showing a set of beautiful and vivid pictures in front of the readers with a focal plane:
Restaurants in Rencheng, Shandong; A peach tree with lush foliage in the east of the restaurant; Daughter Pingyang folded flowers under the peach tree; When I folded the flowers, I suddenly missed my father and burst into tears. The youngest son Birqin and his sister Pingyang are playing under the peach tree.
The poet imagines the images and expressions of the things to be expressed in detail and vividly. "Folding flowers and leaning against the peach edge", the daughter's charming and refined expression is vivid; "Tears welled up", and the sad scene of my daughter missing her father was vivid; "shoulder to shoulder with my sister", even the length of my youngest son has not been ignored; "Under the double-row peach trees, who will pity you when you caress your back?"
A feeling of missing, naturally diarrhea. One of the most wonderful words is "You can't see me when you fold flowers". Poets not only imagine their children's posture, appearance, movements and expressions, but even imitate their daughters' psychological activities one by one, which shows that their imagination is fine and their thoughts are deep.
Then, the poet returned to reality from the dreamland. Therefore, readers can re-see the poet's own image on the artistic screen, see his "worrying about the liver and intestines every day" and see his action of "disassembling elements and writing far-reaching ideas". Sincerely and eagerly with the heart of serving the country and missing the children, it is touching and touching.
The whole poem thinks that it is spring ploughing season at home from seeing Wu people working, and then describes the peach trees at home, and then the trees and people express their thoughts for their children. Finally, point out the significance of the problem and express your own ideas. The whole article is like a letter from home, with kind words and full of love.
Undoubtedly, the fantastic imagination of the poet is an important reason why this poem is full of charm and touching. Someone once said: "Imagination must be hot" (Addison's The Spectator), which probably means that artistic imagination must contain passionate feelings. Readers relive this series of vivid and emotional imaginations.
It's not hard to realize how passionate they are. If "real creation is an activity of artistic imagination" (Hegelian language), then Li Bai's works full of wonderful imagination deserve real artistic creation.
Sogou Encyclopedia-Two Children on Zhidong Road
2. Poetry about missing children
1: At the foot of 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's "The next berth on Beibao Mountain" 2: Everything is wrong, so what's the same? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.
Original grass, first dew, old habitat and new rain. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night! 3. Bai Shu roosts in the atrium, and Coody Leng is silent and wet with osmanthus.
Jathyapple is well-known, I don't know who will fall in Qiu Si! 4: in July and a half, incense is burned to ask the sky, and the cold is shaken in the dog days of June. I know that I miss you so much and look forward to all this, but the autumn moon is a sickle and the lonely sleep is 6. The wind blows on the roof, and the door is silent at night.
It was seen by the bright moon and the partition wall. 7: Time was long before I met her, and even longer after we parted, the east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed.
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? 9: Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions. (Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") 10: You are like a rock, my concubine is like Pu Wei, Pu Wei is like a silk thread, and the rock has not turned 1 1: You from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? 12: The day of parting is far away, but the day of dressing is slow-Han. > 13: I passed away, and the willow is Yi Yi; Today I think about it, it's raining -> 65438+ this life never sleeps, where to see the bright moon next year.
17: If you don't miss it all your life, you will miss it and hurt it. -Xu Yuan Rethinks "Moonlight Nocturne" * 18: Her cloud hair is foggy and her jade shoulders are cold.
19: When a person is a stranger in a foreign land, he misses his family more than ever. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Spring breeze and green Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? (Wang Anshi) 60 Poems about Missing Your Son 60 Poems about Missing Your Son 2 1: Lonely Hong calls back to the field, and birds crow in Beilin.
Our boys and girls, poor little babies, are too young to know where the capital is! 23: The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosted already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and I hung my head and missed my hometown-Tang Libai > 24: In a hurry, the peach blossoms floated with the water in March, and the kite string was broken in February. 25: However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor. 26: Yesterday, I left, and the willow tree is Yiyi; Today I think about it, it's raining -> 27: Wind and fire in March, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold. 28: But make Longcheng fly, don't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain.
-Wang Changling 29: Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality, and an inch is still a thousand strands. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
-Yan Shu's "Yu Lou Chun" 30: In Du Fu's "Moonlight Remembering Brothers", the wanderer listens to the drums to indicate the battle, and the autumn geese sound. 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.
3 1: wine turns into sorrow and turns into acacia tears 32: you come from my old country. Tell me what happened there! .
It's Mei, when you pass my silk window, the cold plum blossom (Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems) 33: A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, a lamp in the river's lake for ten years-Huang Song listens to the sword > 34. If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaotic, which means leaving sadness. Especially the general taste is in your heart. -Li Yu 35: I can finally send my emissary yan zhen back to Luoyang. 36: Ruthlessness is far away. 37: Strive for a farewell to the world, once a year (Tang Li Shangyin) 38: A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, Yi Deng in the Jianghu for ten years. —— Huang Song's "Court Guide" 39: Without me by your side, you should wear warm clothes when it is cold, be hungry when you are hungry, and have a good dream when you sleep. I'm the only one in my dream, and I want nothing more! 40: Take the first flower to look back, half-edge repair half-edge gentleman! 4 1: I have a terminal illness: my eyes can only see your figure; Ears can only hear your voice; Memories are about you; My heart is full of your name.
42: 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.
43: I just hope your heart is the same as mine. Don't miss it. -Li Chi Ngai "Operator" 44: It is almost as difficult for friends to meet as the stars in the morning and evening.
45. I hope that people will be beautiful for a long time. Stone > 46. Everyone thinks that foreign accents are strange, but they hate warblers like old mountains. Tang Figure 47. There should be no hate. When it grows round, you will leave. Stone > 48. The sea rises and the moon rises. At this time, the horizon is * * *. 49: 40 million people shed tears, where is China at the end of the world?
50: Everything in the world is in the spring, and now it is crying. There are 60 good words and 5 1 in the poem of missing my son: If I think the tide is so regular, I might choose a river boy 52: We watched him go eastward through the Lunta Gate and enter the snowdrift of Tianding Road, and then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only his hoofprint.
53: The plowman calls for the boat, the spring grass is green, and the fields are boundless. Try going to Wumen to see the county outline. There are some new cigarettes in Qingming.
After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold. (Du Fu's Spring Hope) 55: People say that the sunset is the end of the world.
Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak. 56: When will there be a bright moon? Ask heaven for wine.
I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I want to go home in the wind, lest it be too cold on the roof.
57: Mourning, the distant place can be returned to China-Folk Songs of Han Yuefu > 58: The river flows for three thousand miles, and there are fifteen lines of letters from home. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.
59: Without you, I am like a soldier who has lost his armor and weapons. I don't know how to live. I am not afraid that I can't last forever with you, and I am not afraid that you will settle for second best! ! ! 60: Wang Yitai (Tang) Bai Juyi Jing 'an Temple window willow, Wang Yitai threw flowers on the ground. Two beautiful springs, on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives outside, and people outside miss their families.
3. Poetry about missing children
1, moonlit night-Du Fu For our boys and girls, the poor little baby of the Tang Dynasty is too young to know where the capital is.
I pity my youngest son in other places, but I still don't understand why you miss Chang 'an. 2, "Send Two Children to the East Foot"-In the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai's charming girl word Pingyang, folding flowers and leaning against the peach edge. Peach blossom can't see his father's face, and tears are pouring down his face.
My child's name is Qin Bo, and he is as tall as his sister. The two of them are standing side by side under the peach tree. Who can caress and love them? I feel anxious at the thought of this place.
Tear off a piece of silk and write down the distant heart, as if I had returned to Hanyang Sichuan. My charming girl's name is Pingyang. She leans against a peach tree and holds folded flowers in her hand, expecting me to go home.
When I saw my father's face, I burst into tears. My child's name is Boqin, and she is as tall as her sister.
They walked side by side under the peach tree. Who can pet them? Thinking of this, I have no idea, and I have been worried for a day. Tearing off the silk and writing down other hearts, I seem to have returned to Hanyang River.
3. Arriving home at the end of the year-Jiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty loved his son endlessly and was happy when he came home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. There is no end to loving your son, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time.
The stitches for sewing the cold clothes are dense, and the handwriting and ink on the family letter are as new as new. Seeing that my son has lost weight, my mother felt distressed and called me to ask about the difficulty of the journey.
4, "Xuan Mo Figure 1"-Wang Mian loved her mother and leaned on the door in the Yuan Dynasty, and the wanderer was bitter. May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful.
A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's too difficult for a wanderer to travel far away! The support for parents is alienated every day, and the news of children is not reached every day. 5. "Zongwu Holy Day"-Gao Qiu was born on this day when Du Fu's boys met in the Tang Dynasty.
It has been accompanied by this ancient name since Du Yi. Poetry is my family affair, which is handed down from generation to generation.
Be familiar with the selected works, but don't look for colorful clothes. You can't sit sideways at the beginning of the party.
The flowing clouds are divided into pieces and they trickle down. When was the boy born? Today in autumn is the time to be born.
Since I wrote a poem in memory of you, you are also known by my name. Poetry is a cause handed down from generation to generation in my family. People think it is just an ordinary father-son relationship in the world.
Be familiar with the selected works and learn from your family. Don't learn from an old dish and wear colorful clothes to entertain your parents when you get old. Have a birthday party when you are sick, and lean back in the chair and slowly pour wine.
4. What are the poems that express "caring for my daughter"?
1, miss my daughter
Author: Liang Quan
Paper Crane in Daughter's Letter
Those delicate little hands
Beware of folded paper cranes.
Cangshan is shrouded in mist
The sound of waves permeates Erhai Lake.
Miss gave it fluffy feathers.
I hope it's the runway from which it took off.
Moonlight filtering
The flowers are fragrant and the breeze is blown by the blue waves.
Start in your mind.
Landing in my mind
The flying attitude is pure.
The action of perching is childish.
Everything is full of plots.
I don't know the beauty of sadness
2. Daughter's smile
Author: Liang Quan
Daughter's smile
This is a bottle of newly brewed honey.
It's always sealed inside
The window of my life
Sweet memories
Daughter's smile
This is an immortal painting.
Hanging forever
The corridor of my life
Let the young lady appreciate it
3. Mid-Autumn Festival, addressed to a distant daughter.
Author: Ye Zhiquan
There are wisps of Gui Xiang in the morning breeze.
Like a heart full of yearning.
Since there is no wind, it seems
With the feeling of missing.
In the daily attention
I have imagined it in my mind countless times.
Pictures of you coming home.
Time is getting deeper and deeper.
The cool wind blew.
Wait, miss.
Sit and watch the night in Qiu Guang.
The moon is half curved and the leaves are straight.
There is a little more silence between heaven and earth.
i stand in front of the window.
Pick up a piece of loss
Also picked up loneliness.
Who can tell me?
Eager expectation
What is a country?
Loneliness in autumn
It's even harder to expect.
Stole my spring and autumn sun and moon
The longer it takes.
The heart of care is getting stronger and stronger.
Even in the air
Filled with the breath of missing.
Time is like this.
Walking towards the Mid-Autumn Festival in the wind of fallen leaves.
Worried that the night sky is like moonlight
Climb to the heart
Daughter, the father who knows his fate just wants to
No matter which autumn you come back.
I will wait for you at home.
4. My daughter, my concern
Author's solution
My daughter, my princess
My mouth is always giving you a hard time.
You left me to go to school and went far away.
I always don't trust you
Afraid of your loss, afraid of being bullied.
I always feel that you haven't grown up.
My daughter, my princess
I always want to put you under my wings.
My daughter, my little cotton-padded jacket
But obviously you've grown up.
Can't let you forever
When a fictional princess
One day you will have a family.
My daughter will also have her own home.
My daughter, my princess
I love you so much!
But I have to let go of my hand.
Let yourself grow.
You really have to let go this time.
Let you grow up gradually
In fact, you have grown up.
It's just that you are the youngest in the family.
There are fathers, mothers and brothers in the world.
So I always thought you were young.
In fact, we didn't help you with many things.
You're on your own.
My daughter, my princess
No matter what the road ahead is.
I want you to be alone.
Use your wisdom.
Get out of your beautiful and bright life.
Today is New Year, and a father misses his daughter.
Author: Liu
Thousands of miles away
I can feel your concern about radio transmission.
Although there are only a few words.
But it can nourish parents' hearts.
It's like you're right in front of you.
Teleport horizon
Occasionally I can see your smile on the video.
Neat work clothes, naughty face
Dispel the entanglement of parents
Just because the helmet on your head is shining
The movement of the sun, moon and stars
Parents will always keep you in their hearts.
No matter how high the mountain is.
Your parents can always smell your breath.
Staring at the centralized control screen, I miss my hometown.
It is your job to transmit electricity from west to east.
It is also the wish of parents.
When you go home again,
Gifts to honor parents
It will be the maturity and sophistication of your life experience.
5. What poems express "Father misses his daughter"?
1, an evening performance by Tang.
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.
My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.
2. Don Tu Mu's Home
The child held hands and asked, why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns?
Nostalgia of 3
People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home.
Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak.
4 Ming Yuan Kai's Letter from Beijing
The river is three thousand miles long, and there are fifteen letters from home. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.
5. Liu Zongyuan in the Tang Dynasty, "Seeing the Mountain with Master Haochu and Sending Friends to Beijing"
The sharp mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.
How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see!
Why did the ancients like to write poems by missing?
Because whenever the poet looks up at the huge moon in the sky at night, he will miss his relatives and friends, so he will write poems from the heart. Therefore, in ancient times, they would compare the "moon" to missing, indicating that they missed their relatives and family members far away.
6. What poems describe "Father misses his daughter"?
Poems describing "Father misses his daughter" are:
1, "Send two East Road children"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Mulberry leaves in Wu area are green, and silkworms in Wu area have fallen asleep.
My home is far from Donglu. Who works in my field?
I won't be able to farm in spring, so I'll have to consider whether I can go by boat.
The south wind blew my homesickness and landed at the door of the hotel in my hometown.
There is a peach tree in the east of the building, and its branches are covered with smoke.
This peach tree was planted when I left. It has been three years.
The peach tree is as tall as the restaurant now, but I still went there and never came back.
My Nv Jiao's name is Pingyang, and my hand is folded on the side plate of the peach tree when I go home.
Peach blossom can't see his father's face, and tears are pouring down his face.
My child's name is Qin Bo, and he is as tall as his sister.
The two of them are standing side by side under the peach tree. Who can caress and love them?
I feel anxious at the thought of this place.
Tear off a piece of silk and write down the distant heart, as if I had returned to Hanyang Sichuan.
Wudi mulberry leaves are green, and Wudi silkworms sleep for three times. My home is far from East Road. Who works in my field? I can't catch up with farming in spring, so I wonder if I can return by boat. The wind in the south blew my homesickness and landed in front of the restaurant in my hometown. There is a peach tree in the east of the building, with towering branches and smoke.
This peach tree was planted when I left. It has been three years since I left. Peach trees are as tall as hotels now, and I haven't been back since I went out. My charming girl's name is Pingyang. She leans against a peach tree and holds folded flowers in her hand, expecting me to go home. When I saw my father's face, I burst into tears. My child's name is Boqin, and she is as tall as her sister.
They walked side by side under the peach tree. Who can pet them? Thinking of this, I have no idea, and I have been worried for a day. Tearing off the silk and writing down other hearts, I seem to have returned to Hanyang River.
2.moonlit night
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
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. Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
Translation:
Tonight, the moon in Zhangzhou must be equally clear and round. When you miss your wife in the boudoir, you can only watch it alone. Poor little child, how can you feel the sadness of missing? Hazy, perhaps wet his wife's sideburns; The cold moonlight should reflect the cold jade arm of his wife. When can we meet again and enjoy the moon by leaning against the thin curtain? At that time, the moonlight must still be there, so let it dry our tears silently.
3. "New Year's Eve in the Guest"
Ming Dynasty: Yuan Kai
What is the occasion tonight? Foreign countries say hometown. Look after other people's children and be old for the guests. The army is restless and the mountain is slim. A glass of pine and cypress wine is worth a thousand tears.
Translation:
What kind of night is it tonight? I can only tell my hometown in a foreign land. Watching other people's children grow up day by day, your own life is getting older every year. The war has been going on for several years without stopping. The mountain is blocked, and the way home is slim. Drinking a glass of cypress wine on New Year's Eve to ward off evil spirits can't restrain the tears of homesickness.
4. "Spring outing"
Song Dynasty: Mausoleum
Children in Spring City went for a spring outing and went upstairs drunk and laughing. How much meaning do you have in your eyes? Why don't you understand your spring worries?
Translation:
In spring, the children in the city indulge in spring outing, lean on the high platform when they are slightly drunk, and climb up the tall building with a smile. Eyes full of falling flowers, people give birth to many feelings of cherishing spring, why no one knows the sadness of spring leaving and spring coming!
Extended data:
He Qifang, a modern poet and literary critic in China, once said: "Poetry is the literary style that most strongly reflects social life. It is full of rich imagination and feelings, and it is often expressed in a direct lyrical way. Moreover, its language is different from prose in the degree of exquisiteness and harmony, especially in the distinct rhythm. "
This definition actually summarizes several basic characteristics of poetry:
First, focus on social life.
The second is the lyric expression of thoughts and feelings.
Third, rich imagination.
Fourth, the musical beauty of language.
Poetic language especially requires musicality, and musical beauty can enhance the expressive force and artistic appeal of works.
The musical factors of poetic language include rhythm, tone, rhythm and so on. Poetry requires clear rhythm, harmonious tone, a certain sense of rhythm, beautiful and touching recitation and musical beauty.
Format:
Five musts: stand on the same footing.
Five rules: stand on the same footing.
Four unique skills: standing on the same level.
Seven laws: stand up straight.
References:
Sogou encyclopedia-poetry
7. Poetry expressing missing children
1, "Show Children"
Song dynasty: Lu you
I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland.
Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!
I know there is nothing left after my death, but I am sad that I have not seen the reunification of the country. Don't forget to tell me when you hold a family sacrifice when the army of the Song Dynasty recovered the lost land in the Central Plains!
2. The Wandering Son
Tang Dynasty: 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?
The kind mother is holding a needle and thread in her hand, making new clothes for the children who are going on a long trip. Before leaving, he sewed the needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who said that a weak and filial person can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
3. "Don't be an old mother"
Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
I'm going to He Liang soon. I will lift the curtain and say goodbye to my mother reluctantly. I look sad and want to cry. On this snowy night, I can't be filial to my mother, but I have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. I can't help sighing: What's the use of adopting a son? I still don't want it.
4. "Get home at the end of the year"
Qing Dynasty: Jiang Shiquan
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.
A mother's love for her son is endless, and the happiest thing is that a wanderer can come home before the Spring Festival. She sewed me a cotton-padded coat with dense stitches, and the handwriting and ink in the book at home were as good as ever. As soon as I saw my mother, she said with deep affection that I had lost weight and called me to ask me about the hardships of my journey. Mother and son have always been ashamed of you, and can't bear to tell the fatigue and hardship of wandering outside.
5.moonlit night
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
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.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
Tonight, you are the only one watching the full moon alone in the boudoir. I pity my youngest son in other places, but I still don't know why you miss Chang 'an. The wet clouds are fragrant and foggy, and the cold moonlight makes your jade arm cold. When can we be together * * * by translucent curtains or curtains, and let the moonlight dry the tears they miss.