1. Classical Chinese essays describing maternal love
Meng’s mother moved three times mèng mǔ sān qiān
Meng Ke’s mother moved three times in order to choose a good environment to educate her children.
Zeng Mu throws a tree into a tree zēng mǔ tóu zhù
Refers to Zeng Shen’s mother who heard the rumor that “Zeng Shen committed murder” three times in a row, believed it to be true, threw the tree into the tree and ran away, saying that the rumors were frightening.
Parental kindness fù mǔ ēn qín
Refers to the kindness and hard work of parents in raising their children.
Hanquanzhi hán quán zhī sī
Refers to the children's longing for their mother.
My mother is worried when her son travels thousands of miles. These words of maternal love can best express great maternal love. 2. Classical Chinese or modern texts about how ancient mothers taught their children well
I never tire of listening to my mother’s stories
An elder in the family is better than a treasure. The Spring Festival is coming soon, and the first big thing is to bring my mother to my house to celebrate the New Year.
An octogenarian is like a monument with a long history, vague words, and endless interpretation. Every spot and every symbol records old stories that we can’t get enough of seeing or hearing.
My mother was usually taciturn, and especially after her father died of no illness at the age of 90, she rarely smiled. However, once her children and grandchildren come around and ask her to tell stories, a happy and bright smile will appear on her face. Perhaps because I am the eldest son, or because I was too naughty when I was young, my mother always likes to regard me, my sixty-year-old son, as the protagonist in the story. In the summer, I often invite a few friends to go swimming secretly naked. When the adults find out, they all use long bamboo poles to try to drive the children to the shore. Suddenly, all of them disappear. After a while, they are on the other side. Little heads were exposed among the water plants..." and he said that "when I was a child, I liked to climb trees and dig out bird eggs. Once, I accidentally fell into someone else's water tank"... When the children laughed at me and leaned forward and backward, the "monument" became even more dazzling and overjoyed. At this time, every wrinkle on my mother's face has clearly become the music score of life's triumphant song, every brown spot has clearly become the cursor of longevity genes, and every gray hair has clearly become the directory of life archives. As a joker, I feel proud that I can create a happy and harmonious atmosphere for the whole family and enjoy family happiness. My mother's story brought me back to my innocent and carefree childhood. In my mother's eyes, I will always be a child; in my eyes, my mother will always be a monument.
Many of our brothers and sisters grew up listening to our mother’s stories. My mother always loved reading novels. After reading them, she would tell us vividly and vividly about "Family", "Yue Fei", "The Legend of the White Snake", "The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl", "The Civet Cat Exchanges for the Prince", and "Bao Long Tu Reviews the Night Hall" etc., so that we have been influenced by Chinese traditional culture since childhood. Of course we prefer to hear our mother’s own story.
My mother was born in a traditional Chinese medicine store in Shaoxing City, and my maternal grandfather was a well-known "pharmacy shopkeeper" who also practiced traditional Chinese medicine. The Anti-Japanese War broke out, and the Japanese invaders ravaged Shaoxing. Unfortunately, my grandfather died tragically under a Japanese bomb. My grandmother, my mother, and my uncle were also separated one after another during the chaos of the war. Later, my mother ran to Shanghai with her relatives, and with the help of her uncle, she was recommended to work as a typesetting worker in a printing factory run by a British person. Because my mother was diligent, studious, well-read, had a strong memory, and had superb skills, she was soon transferred to work in the Hong Kong Main Factory. But the good times did not last long, and the warships of the Japanese invaders brought the flames of war to Hong Kong again. My mother and my father struggled to get out of the corpses of their compatriots, desperately climbed onto an International Red Cross ship, and fled Hong Kong. On the way to escape, he went through many difficulties and dangers, and it took him three years to return to his hometown in Cixi. Whenever mothers tell these sad and angry stories to their children, they never forget to teach us: Only when there is a country, there is a family! In the 1960s, my mother tearfully sent me, the only regular laborer in the family, to join the army, and told me to serve the country with loyalty like Yue Fei, which shows his simple and sincere heart of "sacrifice the family for the country."
My mother, who was used to living in the city, came to her hometown in the countryside with her father, a remote place at the end of the road, and used the secluded secular bad habits, tedious farm work, fine needlework, and heavy work to make a living. The burden of life re-weaves the story of hardship in the countryside.
The mother is the first to get up in the morning, washing rice, cooking, feeding chickens and ducks, washing and brushing, and getting the children up; the mother is the last to sleep at night, winnowing grain and cutting vegetables, closing the courtyard, Mend the seams and protect your children’s sleep. When eating, my mother always waits until everyone has finished eating before eating any leftovers, lest we not be full enough to eat well. During times of food shortage, rice was mixed with a lot of crushed wheat or dried sweet potatoes, which was really hard to swallow. It was simply a luxury for children to want to eat white rice. Behind the back of the family, my mother secretly served a large bowl of wheat crackers or dried sweet potatoes, covered with side dishes for herself to eat, and tried her best to serve the whiter rice to us.
Mothers raise their children to become adults. It is not easy to support a big family with a frail body.
Now that my mother is fortunate enough to have entered a peaceful and prosperous age, she no longer has to be frightened by the loss of her country and her family, and she no longer has to work hard and haggard due to hunger and cold. She can use the glory of the sunset to weave sweet stories to her heart's content!
Stories of grief and indignation, stories of hardship, stories of sweetness, I never get tired of hearing my mother’s stories. 3. Classical Chinese or modern texts on ancient mothers’ ability to teach their children
The famous martyr Zheng Shanguo’s mother Zheng Shanguo’s mother was widowed at the age of twenty.
He is virtuous, has integrity, is knowledgeable in books and history, and is familiar with prescriptions. Every time a good fruit comes out, my mother always sits on the bed behind the fence to observe it.
Hearing that his judgment is reasonable, he will be very happy when he returns home. If something is not allowed or she is angry, the mother will return to the hall, weep under the quilt, and will not eat all day long.
Shan Guo lies down in front of the bed and dare not get up. Mother Fangqi said to her, "I am not angry at you, but I am ashamed of your family.
I am your wife, and I am honored to serve as a sweeper. Just like your ancestor, I am a loyal and diligent man.
>When I was an official, I never asked for personal gain, and I hope you will die if you betray your country.
Since you are young and alone, I am a widow. How can you bear the responsibilities of a loyal minister if you are kind and ignorant of etiquette? You inherited Mao Tu as a boy and became Fang Bo. How could you have caused evil in your body without thinking about this matter? Arrogant and happy, he fell into public affairs! "My mother was spinning her own crops and fell asleep at night. Shanguo said: "My son was appointed to the founding of the country, ranked in the third rank, and his rank was satisfactory. How could his mother be so diligent?" He replied: "Oh! You have grown up, and I said that you know the principles of the world. Now that I hear this, So it's still not there."
As for official affairs, why should we help? Today's order is the emperor's way of repaying the favor of your ancestors. It is necessary to take a look at the six marriages, which are the benefits of the ancestors. How can the wife only take advantage of them and think she is rich? In addition, silk, soybean (linen) weaving, women's duties, starting from the queen, down to the officials and wives, each has its own system.
If you fall into this category, you are arrogant. Although I don't know etiquette, can I ruin my reputation? . 4. Classical Chinese essays about mother
1 Mencius’s mother moved three times
When Mencius was young, his father died early, and his mother Zhang [zhang] kept her integrity. The place of residence was close to the tomb, and Mencius learned about funerals, [bi, the two words combined into one], the thing of crying bitterly. The mother said: "This is not the place for me to live." So she went to the market and was close to the butcher. Mencius learned how to buy, sell and kill. The mother said again: "That's not why I live with my son." Then she moved to the school next to the palace. On the first day of every month in the lunar calendar, officials entered the Confucian Temple, bowed and knelt down, bowed their hands and bowed their hands to allow them to advance or retreat. Mencius saw them and memorized them one by one. Meng's mother said: "This is really a good place for a son to live." So she lived here.
2 The ape mother was hit by an arrow
Original text Monk Wukong was outside the river and saw an ape sitting on a treetop. Yiren waited for it and shot it, hitting the mother's belly. The mother called for the arrival of her son, but after her son was delivered, she whined several times, then pulled out her arrow and fell to the ground and died. The shooter broke his arrow and abandoned his bow, vowing never to shoot again. ("The Mohist's Wave of Rhinoceros·3") [Notes] ① Yi Ren: A person who shoots birds. That is, the "shooter" below. Already: ended, finished. Translation: During the Three Kingdoms period, Deng Zhi once went out and saw a mother ape holding her baby ape in a tree, playing with her children for fun, so the bird shooter drew his bow and fired. As a result, the mother ape was hit by an arrow. The mother ape called the male ape to come closer, entrusted her child to him, screamed sadly for a few times, pulled out the arrows from her body, dropped to the ground and died. The bird shooter broke his arrows, threw away his bow, and swore he would never shoot again. 5. What are the classical Chinese articles about mothers?
1. "Three Movements of Mencius's Mother" Liu Xiang of the Han Dynasty Zou Mengke's mother was named Meng Mu.
His house is close to the tomb. When Mencius was young, he used to play among the tombs.
Meng's mother said, "This is not the place where I live." So she went to live next to the market.
His travels are a show off thing for Jia people. Meng's mother said again: "This is not where I am, my son."
He moved back to live next to the academy. When he was playing, he set up a bean and bowed to allow him to advance or retreat.
Meng's mother said: "It's really a good place to live with your son." So she lived.
He grew up with Mencius, learned the six arts, and died as a great Confucian. The gentleman said that Meng's mother was good at gradually changing.
2. "Xiang Ji Xuan Zhi" Ming · Gui Youguang However, living here is both gratifying and sad. First, the courtyard connects the north and the south into one.
The fathers and mothers had different families, and there were many small doors inside and outside, often with walls instead. Dogs bark in the east and west, guests come over the kitchen to feast, and chickens roost in the hall.
The courtyard started out as a fence, and now it has become a wall, and it will change again. There is an old woman living here.
I am the maidservant of the first eldest mother, and she has two breasts, and the first concubine caress her deeply. The west of the room is connected to the middle boudoir, and the first concubine arrived.
Every time the woman called Yu, she said: "A certain place, and my mother lives here." The woman said again: "Your sister is in my arms, croaking and weeping. The mother knocked on the door with her finger and said, 'Is your child cold?' Do you want to eat? 'I answered from outside the banquet.'
Before I finished speaking, I was weeping, and the woman was weeping too. I tied up my hair and was in the study pavilion. One day, my eldest mother passed by me and said, "My son, I haven't seen Ruoying for a long time. Why are you here silently all day? You are such a girl?" She walked away, closed the door with her hands, and said to herself: "My family has been studying for a long time but it has not been effective. I can't wait until my son is born!" After a while, he arrived holding an elephant wat and said: "My ancestor Taichang Gong held this to the court when he was proclaiming his virtue. You should use it someday!" "Looking at the relics, it feels like it was yesterday, and one can't help but trombone.
3. "Biography·Chapter 21" Fang Xuanling and others Huangfu Mi, whose courtesy name was Shi'an and whose childhood name was Jing, was the great-grandson of Song, the Taiwei of the Han Dynasty. After leaving the country, my uncle moved to Xin'an.
Twenty years old, not willing to learn, wandering around, or thought to be crazy. Tasting melons and fruits, I often went to the house where my aunt Ren was. < /p>
Because of the sigh, he said: "In the past, Meng's mother moved three times to become a benevolent person, and my great-father cooked hogs to preserve his teachings. How could it be that I lived without knowing my neighbors, and my teachings were lacking? How can I be so stupid! Cultivate yourself and study hard? What I got from you is of no use to me!" I cried over it. Mi was so grateful that he received the letter from Xi Tan, a native of his hometown, and worked diligently.
Living in poverty, he worked on his own crops and farmed with his scriptures, and then he learned a lot about the classics and hundreds of schools of thought. He was quiet and had few desires, but he began to have noble ambitions. He devoted himself to writing and named himself Mr. Xuan Yan.
He is the author of "Ritual and Music" and "Shengzhen". Later, he developed wind paralysis, and his hands kept curling.
4. "Mother's Biography: Wei Mang's Loving Mother" Liu Xiang Wei Mang's loving mother, the daughter of Wei Mengyang's family, and the wife of Mang Mao. There are three sons.
I have five children from my ex-wife, but none of them loves their loving mother. Even though they are very different, I still don’t love them.
The loving mother ordered her three sons not to have the same clothes and food as her ex-wife. They lived far apart from each other, and the ex-wife's son still didn't love her. So the middle son of his ex-wife should die for violating King Wei's order. The loving mother was so sad that she reduced the size of her body and worked hard day and night to save his criminal.
A loving mother said: "How can a person not love his mother even if he is so industrious and worried?" A loving mother said: "Like a concubine's own son, even though she does not love her, she still saves her and gets rid of her harm. How can she be different from an ordinary mother if she does not act alone as a false child? Her father is an orphan and she makes her stepmother. A stepmother is like a mother who cannot love her son. How can she be kind to her? False, it can be said that it is unkind and unrighteous, how can it be established in the world! Even if I don’t love him, I can forget my righteousness!” So ??I sued him.
When King Anli of Wei heard about it, he praised his justice and said: "How can a loving mother not save her son?" He pardoned his son and restored his family. From then on, the five sons were closely attached to their loving mother, and they were as one as one.
The loving mother guided her eight sons through the cultivation of etiquette and righteousness, and they all became officials and ministers of the Wei Dynasty. A gentleman says that a loving mother is single-minded.
The poem goes: "The corpse dove is in the mulberry tree, and its son is seven-year-old. A gentleman and a gentleman, his manners are the same, his manners are the same, and his heart is like a knot." The words and the heart are unified.
The corpse dove raises seven sons with one heart, and the gentleman raises all things with one ritual. One heart can serve a hundred kings, but a hundred hearts cannot serve one king.
This is what is called. The hymn says: Mang Mao's wife, stepmother of five sons, is kind and benevolent, raising a false son. Although I don't love her, she is like a close relative and a stepmother, so she is sincere and respectable.
5. "Eight Comments" Han Fei A loving mother is like a weak son, and love cannot come before her. However, if a weak person has an idiosyncratic way, make him follow the teacher; if he has a bad disease, make him a doctor.
If you don’t follow the teacher, you will be punished; if you don’t practice medicine, you will be suspected of death. Although a loving mother is loving, it is of no use in upholding punishment and saving her from death, so it is not love to save her son.
The nature of children and mothers is love; the power of ministers and masters is policy. A mother cannot preserve her family with love, but how can a king preserve his country with love? If you understand the master and have access to wealth and power, you can achieve your desires.
Therefore, be careful to listen and govern, which is the way to become prosperous and strong. Understand its laws and prohibitions, and observe its strategies.
If the law is clear, there will be no danger of chaos within, and there will be no danger of death or captivity outside. Therefore, those who preserve the country are not benevolent and righteous.
A benevolent person is one who is kind and considerate of wealth; a violent person is one who is determined but easy to kill. If you are kind and kind, you will not tolerate it; if you despise wealth, you will be easy to give.
If the heart is determined, then the hatred will be seen below; if it is easy to punish, then it will kill others indiscriminately. If you are intolerant, you will be punished a lot and forgiven; if you are friendly, you will be rewarded a lot and have no merit.
If you hate what you see in your heart, you will blame your superiors; if you punish them in vain, your superiors will betray you. Therefore, when a benevolent person is in power, he will be unruly and lightly violate the forbidden laws, and he will be lucky and hope for the superiors; when a violent person is in power, the laws will be arrogant, but the ministers will be obedient, and the people will be resentful and confused.
Therefore it is said: Those who are benevolent and violent will all perish their country. 6. "Biography of Women·Mother's Biography·Zou Mengke's Mother" Zou Mengke's mother.
No. Meng Mu. His house is near the tomb.
When Mencius was a young man, he played around in the tombs and actively built and buried them. Meng's mother said: "This is not the place where I live."
So she went to live near the market. His play is a show off thing for Jia people.
Meng's mother said again: "This is not the place where I live." She moved back to the palace.
The way to play is to set up a crotch to move forward and retreat. Meng's mother said: "My son can really live here."
So he lived there. He grew up with Mencius, learned the six arts, and died as a great Confucian.
The gentleman said that Meng’s mother was good at gradually changing. The poem goes: "What should I give to my son?" This is what I mean.
Mencius was a young man. After studying, Meng's mother returned and made great achievements. She asked: "Where did you learn?" Mencius said: "It's self-ruling." Meng's mother cut the weave with a knife.
Mencius was afraid and asked why. Mencius' mother said: "The reason for your abandonment of learning is that I have broken the weaving. A gentleman learns to establish his reputation, and when he asks, he will know a lot. If he lives in this way, he will be at peace and active. It will be far more harmful.
If you abolish it now, you will not be free from servants, but you will not be able to avoid disasters. Why eat instead of doing it? , and there will be no shortage of food! Women will waste what they eat, and men will fall into cultivating virtues. If they are not the thieves, they will be slaves.
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Mencius was afraid, so he studied diligently day and night, taught his disciples, and became a famous Confucian in the world. The gentleman said that Meng's mother knew the way of being a mother.
The poem goes: " Why should I tell that concubine? . 6. Poems about maternal love, classical Chinese, famous people's deeds and beautiful articles
The Wandering Son's Song (Tang Dynasty) Meng Jiao The thread in the hands of the loving mother, and the clothes on the wandering boy'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.
Three Moves of Mencius's Mother
When Mencius was young, his father died early and his mother Zhang [zhang] kept her family. The place of residence was close to the tomb, and Mencius learned about funerals, [bi, the two words combined into one], the thing of crying bitterly. The mother said: "This is not the place for me to live." So she went to the market and was close to the butcher. Mencius learned how to buy, sell and kill. The mother said again: "That's not why I live with my son." Then she moved to the school next to the palace. On the first day of every month in the lunar calendar, officials entered the Confucian Temple, bowed and knelt down, bowed their hands and bowed their hands to allow them to advance or retreat. Mencius saw them and memorized them one by one. Meng's mother said: "This is really a good place for a son to live." So she lived here.
Translation:
In the past, when Mencius was a child, his father died, and his mother, the Jin family, kept the tradition. The place where he lived was very close to the cemetery, and Mencius learned some things about funerals and crying bitterly. The mother thought: "This place is not suitable for children to live." So she left and moved her home to the street, very close to the place where pigs and sheep were killed. Mencius learned some things about business and slaughter. The mother thought again: "This place is still not suitable for children to live." She moved her family next to the academy. On the first day of every month in the lunar calendar, officials entered the Confucian Temple, bowed and bowed, and bowed before advancing or retreating. Mencius saw them and remembered them one by one. Mother Meng thought: "This is the place where the child should live." So she settled down here.
Great maternal love
"Dear baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you." These are the last words left by a mother when she said goodbye.
During the rescue in Beichuan, through the gap between a pile of rubbles, the rescue team members saw a woman kneeling on her knees, her entire upper body crawling forward, and her hands on the ground to support her body... The rescue team members rushed towards her No response came from shouting loudly, confirming her death. There were still many people waiting for rescue. The rescue team was about to go to the next ruins. At this time, the team leader suddenly turned back, groped hard, and shouted: "There are still children, they are still alive." After some difficult efforts, the child was finally rescued. He was a little boy only three or four months old. The child lay in a small quilt with red background and yellow flowers. Because of the protection of the mother's body, the child was unharmed. The accompanying doctor came over to prepare for some examinations on the child, and found a mobile phone tucked under the quilt. When the doctor subconsciously opened the screen, he saw the text at the beginning of this article. Everyone present was in tears.
This happened on the fourth day after Mother's Day. An ordinary mother created a seemingly impossible miracle with maternal love.
After all, the little boy who was rescued was too young to understand his mother's motives and purposes for doing this, but he enjoyed the great maternal love. It was his mother who blocked the roof beams and rubble with her body and protected him. His young life. It is the mother who leaves the danger of death to herself and gives up the hope of life to her child with the love of licking the calf and the instinct of loving her child.
We all grew up in the arms of our mothers and have fully enjoyed maternal love. However, how many people can truly understand and recognize maternal love?
Mother's love is the most sincere love in the world. The mother gave birth to life and nourished it with her milk.
Mother's love is the purest love in the world. Mothers give birth to children, take care of their husbands and teach them, and endure hardships without complaining.
Mother's love is the most selfless love in the world. Maternal love is destined to be a lifetime of dedication, to the family, to the children, and this kind of dedication is never expected in return.
Great maternal love shines with the brilliance of humanity. Great maternal love symbolizes the source of life. "Take off our wings and give them to you to fly." Leaving the hope of life to your children and leaving the danger of death to yourself is maternal love. Mothers treat their children well, raise them, and nurture them with their broad mind and selfless dedication, so that the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation can be passed down from generation to generation.
During the Wenchuan earthquake, mothers left us one after another in order to save the lives of their children. Their simplicity, kindness, and boundless maternal love gave us a deep understanding of family love. We should cherish maternal love, and we should promote maternal love, because this is the glory of human nature, because this is the brilliance of life. (7. About the ancient poems describing maternal love
1. "The Wandering Son" The thread in the hands of the loving mother in Mengjiao of Tang Dynasty, and the clothes on the wandering son's body.
There is a tight gap before leaving, and I am afraid that I will return late. Who says that the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three spring rays?
2. "Farewell to My Mother" Huang Zhongze of the Qing Dynasty went to pay homage to his mother by the river, and his eyes were dry with tears in his eyes. It was a miserable windy and snowy night in Chaimen.
3. In the 15th Song Dynasty, King Anshi sent his mother to Hangou and stayed in Bai Hanyin. When the moon came out, he heard about Du Yu.
4 , "Returning Home at the End of the Year" Chiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty loves his son endlessly, and is very happy to return home. , Dare not sigh at the dust.
5. "Mother Farewell Son" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty A mother bids farewell to her son, and a son bids farewell to his mother. The cry is painful in the absence of light during the day. The general of the Kansai Hussars, Xin Ce Xun was defeated last year.
The imperial edict granted two million in money, and Luoyang welcomed people like flowers. New people are welcomed and old people are abandoned, the lotus in the palm is a thorn in the eye.
It is not enough to be sad to welcome the new and abandon the old. It is sad to leave two children in your family. At first, he was helping to walk, and at the same time, he was sitting. When he was sitting, he was crying and holding people's clothes while he was walking.
My mother and son have been separated for a long time because of the new Yanwan of your couple. It is not as good as the crows and magpies in the forest, the mother does not lose her young, the male and the female.
It should be like the peach and plum trees in the garden, the flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newbies, newbies, listen to my words, Luoyang Unlimited Red Mansion Girl.
I hope that the general will be able to perform meritorious service again, and that there will be new people better than you. 6. "Motherly Love" by Yang Weizhen of the Yuan Dynasty A loving mother who loves her young, Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince.
The steps of the dragon and the tiger change day by day, and the dog follows the eagle and follows the trend. Isn't there a solitary child six feet below the knee? Ah Zhao and Amei are not crotches.
The ghost lights are blurry at night, and the heavy snow is falling. If all the officials do not hold Dong Hu’s pen, what will happen to the orphans and widowers? Suddenly, a silver pillar ax was poked on the ground in front of the bed, causing trouble for the books in the golden cabinet of King Han.
7. "Mo Xuan Tu" The crown of the king of Yuan Dynasty. The bright day lily flowers grow under the north hall. The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom? A loving mother leans on her door with love, but a wanderer's journey is painful.
The sweet messages are sparse every day, and the sound and questions are blocked every day. Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise bird.
8. "Whose Son" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty. Whose son was neither crazy nor crazy, and he went to the king's house to praise the Taoist priest. The white-headed old mother covers the door and cries, and rolls up the broken sleeves of her shirt.
The bride with green eyebrows was twenty years old, and she was driven back home and cried through the city. Maybe he wants to learn how to play Feng Sheng, and admires Ling Fei as much as Xiao Shi.
It is also said that the customs of the time are based on ordinary people, and they strive to obtain noble positions through dangerous and strange practices. Although there are legends about gods, those who know them all know that they are delusional.
A sage, a king, and a virtuous person can be deceived, but why should he die in a poor mountain? Oh my brother, Yu Xincheng, I am willing to teach you from beginning to end.
It is not too late to punish him if he does not punish him. Whoever has sympathy for his friends and relatives can write this poem to me as a gift.
9. "Dan Ge Xing" by Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty When a person is born, the sun begins to rise. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain quickly.
Thirty-six thousand dynasties for a hundred years, and the general will be strong for half a day at night. Singing and dancing must be done early. Yesterday is better than today.
People think that men and women are good at birth, but they don’t know that men and women make people grow old. Short song line, no music.
10. "Reply on behalf of the old man from Beizhou" Tang Zhang said that the old man was going to Beizhou with a salary, and he was worried about visiting his hometown in the north. He said that the old man had three sons, and two of them had died in the yellow sand.
Now that the children have grown up, they will be drafted again next year after hearing the news. I know for sure that this separation will fall apart, and it will not be as good as being together in death and life.
Lend all your fields and houses to your neighbors, and return to your hometown alone. In order to have many descendants in this life, who knows how much harder it is.
According to recent legends, the emperor respects martial arts and vegetables, and strengthens his troops to quell Hu Chen. There is a long-term strategy to stabilize the border and self-reliance, so there is no need to displace the Chinese.
11. "Great Night Works" by Tang Gaoshi The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest's heart becomes desolate. Tonight I miss my hometown thousands of miles away, and I am worried about another new year on my temples.
12. "Buxu" Tang Sikong Picture A mother taught Buxu, and the three-yuan leader sent down the peng pot. The rhyme and customs of Yun Shao stop and the Yao harp stops, and the luan and the crane fly low to brush the treasure furnace.
13. "Sending Zhang Shenming's Sutras to Jingzhou Province" Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty In the fifteenth year of Caiyi, Cheng Huan was in front of his loving mother. Xiaolian pays tribute every year, and carries oranges to Qinchuan.
Among the four candidates, Xu Zhongxuan was the middle doctor. Who wouldn’t admire the gods while boating on the river? 8. Looking for ancient articles about the lives of ancient people when they were young
When I was a child, I could look at the sun with my eyes open and see clearly. interest.
In the summer, mosquitoes turn into thunder. I secretly imagine a group of cranes dancing in the sky. Wherever I want to go, there are thousands or hundreds of cranes. Sure enough, they are cranes. When I look up at them, my neck is very strong. He also left mosquitoes under the plain tent and sprayed smoke slowly, causing them to fly away against the smoke. They looked like a blue cloud and white cranes, and they looked like cranes in the sky, which made them happy and happy.
I would often squat on the concave and convex places of the earthen wall or the flowerbeds where grasses are cluttered, so that they are flush with the platform; I would look closely and see that the grasses were the forest, the insects and ants were the beasts, and the gravels were the protrusions. It is a hill, and the concave ones are gullies. The mind wanders among them, enjoying itself. Chen Taiqiu and You Qiu Chen Taiqiu and his friends went on a journey in Qiu. When they were on their way, they couldn't get there, so Taiqiu left them.
Even after leaving. Yuan Fang was seven years old and started playing outside his home.
A guest asked Yuan Fang: "Is your Majesty here?" He replied: "I haven't seen you for a long time, and you have left." The friend then said angrily: "You are not a human being! We behave as expected and agree with each other. Let's go."
Yuan Fang said: "If you and your family are on the same day, it is untrustworthy; if you are scolding your father, it is rude." The friend was ashamed and got out of the car to lead him. Of.
Yuan Fang is getting started, regardless. Yongxue Xie Taifu Hanxue gathered in the next day to talk about the meaning of literature with his children.
Suddenly it snowed suddenly, and the father-in-law said happily: "What does the white snow look like?" Brother Hu'er said: "The difference can be made by spreading salt in the air." The brother and daughter said: "It's not like catkins blowing up due to the wind. ”
The public laughed. That is to say, the eldest brother Gong has no daughter, and she is the wife of General Wang Ning of the left.
Zhizi is suspicious of his neighbors. There was a rich man in the Song Dynasty, and the walls were damaged by the rain. His son said: "If you don't build it, there will be thieves.
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The father of his neighbor also said the same thing. In the evening, his wealth was greatly destroyed. His family was very wise and his son was suspicious of his neighbor's father.
Sun Quan encouraged him to learn for a day , I saw two insects fighting among the grass, and I was in a state of excitement. Suddenly, a huge thing came up, uprooted the mountain and fell the tree, covered it with a mangy toad, and swallowed up the two insects as soon as I spat out my tongue. I was still young, and I was in a trance. He was shocked.
He was calm, caught the shrimps and toads, whipped them dozens of times, and drove them away from the other courtyard. "Mongolia said that there were many things in the Israeli army.
Quan said: "Why do you want me to become a doctor in classics? But when you dabble, you can see the past. You have so many things to do, who is so lonely? Reading alone often is of great benefit to me. "
Meng Nai began to study. When Lu Su passed Xunyang and discussed with Meng, he was shocked and said: "The talent you have now is not the same as that of A Meng under Wu! Meng said: "We have been separated for three days, and we treat each other with admiration. How come it's so late, brother?" "Su then paid homage to Meng's mother and made friends before leaving.
There are people who are good at ventriloquism in the capital. For a banquet with guests, an eight-foot barrier is placed in the northeast corner of the hall, and the ventriloquist sits in the barrier. It's just a table, a chair, a door, and a foot.
The guests sat together for a while, but when they heard the sound of a foot in the barrier, everyone was silent.
Hearing the barking of dogs in the deep alley, a woman was startled and shook her husband and said obscene things. The husband babbled, but he didn't respond at first. The woman kept shaking, and the two people's words gradually became mixed, and the bed was shaking. Then the baby wakes up and cries loudly.
The husband asks the woman to caress the baby's breast, and the baby cries.
At this time, there were sounds of the woman slapping the baby, whining from the mouth, the baby latching on to the breast and crying, the husband scolding the baby, the baby being drowned in a bottle, and the baby being drowned in a bucket. The sound came out in unison, and all the guests in the room stretched their necks, looked sideways, smiled, and sighed silently, thinking that it was wonderful.
Then the husband went to bed, and the woman called out to her eldest son again. They all went to bed. The child was getting sleepy.
The husband started slapping the child, and the woman began to pat her son. There was a faint sound of mice making noises, the basin tilted, and the woman coughed in her sleep.
The guests felt a little relaxed and sat down for a while. Suddenly someone shouted: "Fire!" "The husband started shouting, and the woman also started shouting.
The two sons cried together. Hundreds of thousands of people shouted, hundreds of children cried, and hundreds of dogs barked.
The force in the middle collapsed. The sound of falling, the roar of the wind, the sound of hundreds and thousands of people shouting for help, the sound of pulling the house, the sound of snatching, and the sound of splashing water are all there.
Although a person has hundreds of hands with hundreds of fingers, he cannot point to one end; a person has hundreds of mouths with hundreds of tongues, but he cannot name one of them. So the guests all turned pale and left the table, stretched out their sleeves and stretched out their arms, fighting with each other. I almost wanted to leave first.
But suddenly there was a sound, and the crowd stopped and looked at it. There was only one person, a table, a chair, a door, and a foot.