1, an inch of acacia, there is no arrangement in the world. -Li Guan's "The Recent Flowers"
2. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. -"Drumming"
I know I am in love. -"Late Autumn Walking Alone in Qujiang"
4, ten years of life and death, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, thousands of miles lonely grave, sad everywhere. -Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi"
Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. -Li Shangyin "Untitled"
6. The poor and uncertain river bones are still spring dreams. -Chen Tao's "Longxi"
7. When there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only endless acacia. -"Magnolia"
8. If you don't miss life, you will miss it and you will miss it. -Xu Zaisi's "Gui Gui Ling"
9, overlapping tears, life is only difficult to die. -Wen, "The Recent Flowers"
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin "Untitled"
1 1, it seems that this star was not standing in the dark for whom Feng Lou stood last night. -Huang Jingren's Two Poems of Love
12, the belt is getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it, which makes people haggard for Iraq. -"Recent Love"
13, lovesickness has no words, don't waste your tears on stationery. -"Partridge Day"
14, life and death are two endless years, which will be unforgettable without thinking. -"Jiangchengzi"
15, after the sad farewell, the two should be the same, the most is that they can't get rid of their grievances. -"Yu Meiren"
16, for my heart, for your heart, just to know each other and remember each other deeply. -"complaints"
17, married and loved each other. -"Old Topic Su Wushi"
18, the sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? . -"Sauvignon Blanc"
19, it's still an eye-catching thing to be affectionate only in the spring. -"the sender"
20. Ask the world what love is and teach life and death. -Yuan Haowen's Fishing: One of Two Songs
2 1, the beast furnace sinks the hookah, the green marsh fragments, and writes the story of acacia line by line. -Zhang Kejiu's Sai Qiu Hong
2. Poems about beautiful love are all water without words-Nineteen Ancient Poems by Han >
It takes a long time to lift a finger, and two feelings are the same-Han Yuefu folk songs >
When those red berries come in spring, the branches in your south are in full bloom. Take them home for me as a symbol of our love.
When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw away your childhood-Don Li Bai >
On the moon, willow shoots, people meet at dusk-Song Ouyang Xiu >
If you don't think about it for a day, you will frown a thousand times-Liu Song Yong >
Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn-Don Li Shangyin >
Last year, today, peach blossoms set each other off in this door. People don't know where they have gone, but the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze-Don Cui Hu >
Silkworms in spring will keep spinning until they die, and the candles will dry the wick every night-Don Li Shangyin >
Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, is it sunny but sunny? -Tang Liu Yuxi >
Amber forever-Tang Yuanzhen >
The picture above is a green void, and the picture below is a yellow spring, but he didn't find the person he was looking for in two places-Don Bai Juyi >
From then on, there will be no bright night, so let him go to the West Wing under the bright moon-Tang.
If two feelings last for a long time, how can it be sooner or later? -off >
We hope to fly in the sky, like two birds, with the same wing; We hope to grow together on the ground, like two branches of a tree. -Tang Bai Juyi >
I don't regret widening my belt, but I am emaciated by Iraq-Liu Song Yong >
3. Poems about true feelings 1. However, China has our friendship, and heaven is still our neighbor-Tang bid farewell to Vice Governor Du and set out to serve in Shuzhong.
2. Young people are willing to learn new things, but they miss their old friends when they are dying-Tang Hanyu's "Going to Quejiangzhou to see Dr. Li off from Hubei"
We were all unhappy until the end of the day when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? -Don Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
4. Make friends at the end of life, not for the ups and downs in the middle-five poems of Tang Helan's "Difficult to Walk in the Ming Dynasty".
5. There is no distinction between young and old in life. Why should we tune in first? -Don Du Fu's "Walking Home"
6. Take home a hug, for me, as a symbol of our love-Don's Acacia.
7. Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn-two untitled poems by Tang Li Shangyin.
8. Spring silkworms will keep weaving until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night-Tang Li Shangyin's Untitled.
9. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west. Is the road sunny but sunny? -"Zhi Zhu Ci" by Liu Tang Yuxi
10. Once the sea was difficult for water, it was amber forever —— Five Thoughts by Tang Yuanzhen
4. True love poems love mothers and children without asking for anything in return.
[Han] Liu An was pregnant heavily in October, but the reward was light. Song of Persuading Filial Piety is a one-foot-three-inch treasure, which has been a work for ten years and eight years.
The mother of "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" said that the child lay dry and the mother fell asleep wet. "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" is not seen by the mother, and the child is uneasy.
My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. Before "Song of Persuading Filial Piety", the prodigal son is not cold.
Song of Persuading Filial Piety is full of love and hardship. Who knew my parents when they hurt me? "Children's Words Are Unbridled" The bald mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt sleeves were broken. [Tang] Han Yu's mother instrument hangs down, the tube is bright, and the night platform is silent.
A collection of proverbs, a thread in the hand of a loving mother, makes clothes for her wayward son's body. 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 used to live in and chose a neighbor.
In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. "Three-character Classic" paper boat (for mother) Bing Xin I never refused to throw away a piece of paper, but kept it-kept it, folded it into a boat and threw it into the sea.
Some were blown into the ship's window by the wind. Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still don't give up and fold every day. I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go. Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home. Wandering in Meng Jiao, 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?
Meng Jiao, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, lost his father very early and lived alone. He studied hard since he was a child and took many imperial examinations, but he failed many times. He became a scholar in his forties and became a county magistrate. This poem was written by Meng Jiao when he was a county magistrate. I recalled the past and thought a lot.
Motherly love (poem) article source: "Holy Motherly Love" Motherly love, strange appearance, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter maternal love, lofty and great maternal love, infinite loyalty, regardless of your peace and agitation, regardless of your failure and success, maternal love is everywhere, it is her who accompanies you to experience life, it is her who flies in the face, Li Changhong does not know the true meaning of maternal love, and you forget the poverty of a mother. With our hands, we can touch bright colors, and with our love, we can measure the overall prosperity and care for our mother. It is also the sublimation and purification of you and me. Try to dry your tears for your mother and enjoy the magnificence! Holding hands and looking at each other with tears, I was speechless and choked. Come in a hurry, go in a hurry, short dreams are empty, and footsteps are hard to catch up with; The mountains are heavy and the water is heavy. Where are the books?
One lovesickness, two leisure worries. When those red berries come in spring, as a symbol of our love.
Jiangnan has nothing to do, and it's a spring chat. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.
Outside the sunset, Western jackdaw in the west counts, and the water flows around the lonely village. The ecstasy of this moment, the sachet is hidden, and the ribbon is light; The man won the brothel, but she was lucky to survive.
When can I see you here? There are tears on the front sleeves. At the scene of the injury, the high city was in ruins and the lights were dim.
It's a pity that time flies and the wind and rain are bitter, especially the trees! Who is the money, in exchange for the red scarf greensleeves, hero tears! Baozhuan smoke eliminates dragons and phoenixes, and painting screen clouds locks Xiaoxiang. The night is cold and thin, I think infinitely! You are silent, and I am silent. There is a nameless river flowing quietly among us. If you don't talk, I won't talk, and the white clouds of missing are floating quietly. Let's leave now. In front, there is a small bridge on the river, and the jagged leeks flow from one side to the other. My fair lady longs for it. I am eager to get it. I am eager to think about it. I am very carefree. I tossed and turned.
The oldest love poem: Adam, how about apples? Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. If love lasts for a long time, you can't be together sooner or later. Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. Since ancient times, you have been free to hate. When this endless sorrow is endless, your clothes will gradually widen, and you will never regret it. For those missing in Iraq, ask what the world is like and teach people to live and die together. It's better to cry on your lover's shoulder all night than to exhibit on the cliff for a thousand years! There is no words between water and water. You are a rock, my concubine is Pu Wei, and Pu Wei is as silky as silk. Rocks move mountains without edges, and heaven and earth blend together. I dare to be with you. I want to be near you. It's hard to get along with you. I don't complain about making fun of others. I just sigh that beauty is abundant, the heart is thin and the heart is broken. The reason is very shallow. God only wants to suffer in this life and get the next life. If you were the moon, I would just slip by you. But there is no trajectory of meteors around the moon. Distance and reality doomed us to have no fate! Flowers can be folded straight, don't wait until there are no flowers! Love, the horizon is close at hand. If there is ruthlessness, it is close at hand. There are plenty of fish in the sea. Don't give up a forest for a tree. In the sky, I want to be a wing bird. Growing together on the earth, two branches of a tree. My hair hasn't reached my forehead yet. I'm picking flowers and paying by my door. When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse and trot around in circles, throwing your childhood, we live in a long lane nearby. We are all young and happy. Tang Wan's Hairpin Phoenix has a thin world and a bad feeling. It is easy to rain and send flowers at dusk.
The breeze is dry, the tears are gone, and I want to worry about it. Difficult, difficult, difficult! People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away.
The bugle sounded cold, the night was dim, people were afraid to ask questions, and tears pretended to be happy. Hide, hide, hide! Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix" has red crisp hands, yellow wine, and spring willows in the city.
Dong Feng Xie, who is in a bad mood, has been very depressed in recent years. No, no, no! Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Mo, Mo, Mo! Flowers from Shui Piao to water, a kind of lovesickness and two kinds of worries, can't be eliminated, only frowning, but facing my heart-"A Cut of Plum", Li Qingzhao, I want to know you, and live a long life.
There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth are in harmony can we dare to be with you! -"Evil", a folk song of Han Yuefu.
Poems about maternal love and affection are endless, and I'm glad to be back home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. Han Yu
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? [Tang] Meng Jiao
The second time I lost my mother, I vomited because I was dumb.
Parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. Motto couplets
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed, caressed, nurtured and nursed me.
Take care of me and answer me. The Book of Songs
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.
The wind blew from the south, blowing his spine. I want to die, and my mother has a reward.
Motherly love has nothing to report, what can life expect! Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying.
When the mother instrument hangs down, it is bright and the night platform is silent. Motto collection
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.
Everyone knows that it is good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women will make people old. Wang Jian
All parents in the world; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi
I didn't know my parents when I loved them. Children's language
Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. Motto Lian Bi
Don't be happy with children, and don't sigh without children. Han Yu
I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it.
With a loving mother, the prodigal son does not feel cold. Song of exhorting filial piety
6. Who are the original publishers of poems describing beautiful love: heli 1967?
Love poems ◆ The pigeons in Guanguan are in Hezhou. Ladies make gentlemen. ◆ Life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance. It should be a good time after the New Year. Customs are strange, who to talk to. ◆ I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and don't miss home. Pieces of fallen petal independence, micro swift Qi Fei. ◆ Poor riverside bone, still a dream girl. Poems about love ◆ A thousand dollars to buy each other is like buying a gift. Who complains about this situation? Sycamore tree, it rains in the middle of the night, and parting is bitter. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. There is no doubt about love when you are married. ◆ Find a beautiful dream, but it is difficult to realize. Who knows my mood at this time? Tears in front of the pillow and rain in front of the curtain drop through a window. ◆ Who can complain about loneliness? Foreword is always faint. The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart. ◆ Don't refuse to say that beautiful oath because of possible changes, and don't be afraid to seek a heart-to-heart meeting because of possible separation. I wish I were like a star. The moon is bright and the night is bright ◆ Return the pearl with tears, never meet each other before marriage. ◆ How to let you meet me? At my best moment, I prayed for this in front of the Buddha for 500 years, begging him to let us have a dusty relationship. ◆ How can we live together but not die? ◆ Acacia says acacia at the bottom of the tree, and Shiro hates Mandy. ◆ From the monarch, the mirror is dark. Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time? Poems about love ◆ How can you be ruthless if you meet each other late and see each other? ◆ Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective. ◆ It's not old, but love is hard to fight. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. ◆ It seems that this star is not last night. For whom did the wind and dew stand in the dark? I know that this love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! . Poetry about love ◆ I know I have been in love for a long time.
7. I'm waiting for you, Xu Zhimo, for the poem about affection, friendship and love.
I looked at the dark outdoor as if I were looking at the future, and my heart was blinded by my listening. Why haven't you come yet? I hope to allow flowers to bloom every second.
I am waiting for your footsteps, your laughter, your face, your soft hair, and everything; I hope every second is passing.-Where are you? I want you to make my heart ache, I want you to smile like a flame, I want your flexible waist and the stars dancing in your hair. I am trapped in an intoxicating atmosphere, like an island, floating and sinking involuntarily between the waves of python green ... Oh, I am eager for your arrival, hoping that a magical haze will open the top of time! Why don't you come? You have a heart! You know, I know you know, it's a fatal blow that you don't come to me, killing Yangchun in my life, teaching the iron-solid darkness in the mine and oppressing my thoughts and breathing; Killing the poor bud of hope turned me into a prisoner, cruel with jealousy and sadness, shame and despair. This may be an illusion.
This is an illusion. I believe that I am indeed an idiot; But I can't turn the directional rudder, and the wind and interest of Wanfang don't allow me to hesitate-I can't turn back, fate drives me! I also know that this is mostly the road to destruction, but for you, for you, I am willing to do anything; This is not only my passion, but also my only reason.
Idiot! In order to touch a woman's heart, I want to break a fiber of life! Want to win, can win, at most, is a drop of her tears, her cold sneer; But I am willing, even if I pass the news of my death to a stubborn stone, she regards me as a mouse and an ant in the crypt, and I am still willing! Obsessed with the truth is unconditional, and God can't bring back an infatuated heart, just as generals sometimes bring back soldiers who have been caught in the net. In vain, everything is in vain, there is no denying that you will not come, although my heart is burning with a raging fire, longing for everything about you, your hair, your smile, your hands and feet; No wishful thinking and prayer can shorten the distance between you and me by one inch! The twilight outside has condensed into the darkness of night, the branches are covered with ice and snow, and the birds have lost their songs. Silence is the universe in which people wear mourning clothes.
The hands on the clock are constantly comparing mysterious gestures, like pointing, like sympathy, like ridicule. Every time I touch it, it sounds like my heart is ringing the death knell for the oak tree. If I love you, I will never show off on your high branches like climbing Campbell. If I love you-I will never repeat monotonous songs for the shade like an spoony bird; It not only brings cool comfort all year round like a fountain; Not only does it increase your height like a dangerous peak, but it also sets off your dignity, even sunshine and even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you in the image of a tree, grasping the leaves in the ground and touching each other in the clouds, but no one understands us. You have copper branches and iron stems, like knives, swords and halberds. I have my red flower like a heavy sigh and a heroic torch. We share the cold wave, storm and thunder. We * * * enjoy the mist, flowing haze and rainbow, as if we were separated forever, but we are dependent on each other for life. This is great love, here is firmness: love-not only your stalwart body, but also your persistent position and the land under your feet. In goddess peak, among all kinds of handkerchiefs waving to you, whose hand suddenly retracted and covered her eyes tightly. When people disperse, who is still standing at the stern, whose dress is flying like a raging cloud? Jiang Tao raised his voice and lowered his voice, leaving a beautiful dream, which was passed down from generation to generation. However, can the heart really turn into stone? I have missed the crane looking at the sky countless times. Jin Ju and Ligustrum lucidum flooding along the river are inciting new betrayal. It is better to cry on your lover's shoulder all night than to exhibit on the cliff for a thousand years. Dai Wangshu walked in the rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, lonely rain lane. I hope to meet a girl as sad as lilac. She has the same color and fragrance as lilacs. Lilac-like sadness, sadness and hesitation in the rain, she hesitated in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, like me, silently sad, cold, sad and melancholy. She quietly approached and breathed a sigh of relief. She drifted past me like a dream, like a dream, sad and confused, like a dream, like a clove. She walked silently, far away, to the rotten fence and through the rain lane. In the elegy of the rain, she lost color, dispersed fragrance and dissipated. Even her sighing eyes, lilac-like melancholy, holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in a long, lonely rain lane. I hope to float across a girl with lilac sadness. Since the ship is doomed to run aground and fester, it may be inevitable. Two seagulls are flying in the distance. In my dream, I was looking for you. What is vague is your green whisper. What is vague is your lovely shadow. Your whisper will never be clear. Maybe one day they will disappear forever. A bright light cruelly penetrated the dream, so you lost me. I'm not the same person. When I miss you, I always chew green olives slowly and enjoy the aftertaste. Although bitter, there is no lack of sweetness. The two weeping willows on the shore are silent, but they compose a warm symphony with silent notes. Although there is no ripple in the river around me, my roots have deeply touched yours. I think as long as you insist on the green clothes worn in this land. Fade the silent but silent notes and compose the overture of love. The footsteps of youth are getting closer and closer to us, and our footsteps are about to get farther and farther away from each other. In the face of parting, we no longer cry. The young smile tells the memory of the stage: the graceful figure is like the misty rain on the West Lake, turning the graceful figure into the fragrance of Shaoxing wine. Friends, let's join hands. Don't let waste turn into regret. Waiting to breed losses. Facing life, love lasts only a hundred years. Friendship lasts forever! ! I once loved you, Pushkin. I once loved you. Maybe love is not completely dead in my heart. I hope I won't bother you again, and I don't want to make you sad again. I used to be very silent.
8. Sincere poetic friendship: I advise you to drink one more glass of wine. There is no reason to go abroad.
Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you.
Distant friends bring distant land closer.
Motherly love: I didn't know their parents when I loved them. Children's language
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. Han Yu
When the mother instrument hangs down, it is bright and the night platform is silent. Motto collection
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? [Tang] Meng Jiao
Yesterday, Meng Mu chose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. Three Character Classic
Paper boat (for mom) Bing Xin I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper. I always keep it-keep it, fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea. Some were blown into the ship's window by the wind. Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow. I still don't give up and fold every day. I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go. Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home.
Wandering in 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?
9. the true love poems in the world ring, asking for their friendly voices -> 2. Give me a peach and a plum -> 3. Give me a papaya and give it back to Joan. Since we know each other, why do we have to be blind? -Han Yuefu folk songs > 5. Husband yearns for the four seas and Wan Li is his neighbor-the Three Kingdoms. Cao Wei Zhi > 6. However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor-Don Wang Bo > 7. Not far from knowing each other, Wan Li is still a neighbor-Don Zhang Jiuling > 8. Young people are willing to learn new things, but they are old friends when they are dying-Don Han Yu > 9. Friendship with Wen Chang and Neighboring with Germany-Tang Zuyong > 10. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? -Tang Bai Juyi > 1 1. Make friends at the end of life, not for ups and downs-Tang Helan enters the Ming Dynasty > 12. There is no distinction between young and old in life, so why should we tune together first? -Tang Du Fu >; 13. Friends who paint must be light, and mountains like paper don't like flat-green Weng Zhao > 14. Not for a day, such as Sanqiu Xi-> 15. Lots of water, but no words —— Nineteen Ancient Poems by Han > 16. Raise your hand for a long time and work hard. Two of a kind-Han Yuefu Folk Songs > 17. When those red berries come in spring, the branches in your south are in full bloom. Take them home for me as a symbol of our love-Don Wang Wei >; 18. When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood-Tang Libai > 19. On the moon, willow shoots, people meet after dusk-Song Ouyang Xiu >; 20. if you don't think about it for a day, you will get a thousand eyebrows-Yong > 2 1. Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. Today last year, in this door, peach blossoms set each other off. People don't know where to go, but the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze-Don Cui Hu > 23. Silkworms in spring will keep spinning until they die, and the candles will dry the wick every night-Don Li Shangyin > 24. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west. Is the road sunny but sunny? -Tang Liu Yuxi > 25. Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber-Tang Yuanzhen > 26. The picture above is a green void, and the picture below is a yellow spring, but he can't find the person he is looking for-Don Bai Juyi in these two places. Since then, there is no bright night, so let him go to the West Wing under the bright moon-Tang > 28. If two feelings last for a long time, how can it be sooner or later? -off > 29. We hope to fly in the sky, like two birds, with the same wing; We hope to grow together on the ground, like two branches of a tree. -Tang Bai Juyi > 30. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider, but I am thin for Iraq. -Song Liu Yong > A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return.
[Han] Liu An was pregnant heavily in October, but the reward was light. Song of Persuading Filial Piety is a one-foot-three-inch treasure, which has been a work for ten years and eight years.
The mother of "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" said that the child lay dry and the mother fell asleep wet. "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" is not seen by the mother, and the child is uneasy.
My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. Before "Song of Persuading Filial Piety", the prodigal son is not cold.
Song of Persuading Filial Piety is full of love and hardship. Who knew my parents when they hurt me? "Children's Words Are Unbridled" The bald mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt sleeves were broken. [Tang] Han Yu's mother instrument hangs down, the tube is bright, and the night platform is silent.
A collection of proverbs, a thread in the hand of a loving mother, makes clothes for her wayward son's body. 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 used to live in and chose a neighbor.
In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. Saint Amethyst mourned my parents and gave birth to me.
The Book of Songs has neither father nor mother. Don't be happy when there is a child in the Book of Songs, and don't sigh when there is no child. [Tang] Han Yu people see that boys and girls are good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.
[Tang] Wang Jian's parents are both on earth; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi is the best parent in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world.
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed, caressed, nursed, nurtured, cared and answered me. In the Book of Songs, the father is unkind and the son is unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy.
[Southern and Northern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui did not have a good father and brother in his life, nor did he have a strict teacher and friend outside, but few people succeeded. [Song] Lv Gongzhu.