Chu Hsi
The autumn wind is cool and the weather is cool, so when shall I go to Sishang today? In the hall, the old man lives a healthy life, with a beautiful face and green temples.
Poor children at home are stupid but hidden, and they will not go out for five years. If the stove was nine days ago, why didn't you do it?
Bowing his head and sweating like rain, the old man has long forgotten this heart. Why does it hurt to laugh? How can the glory of mankind remain unchanged!
Only moral thinking is boundless, encouraging you to become stronger and stronger. Before Xi, I thanked my mother. Since ancient times, I have done good deeds.
I hope that every year, like today, Lao Lai and his mother are wandering.
This is a birthday poem of the ancients, but it's for mom's birthday. Change it yourself ~