The content of the Women’s Day handwritten newspaper must not be the origin of Women’s Day! Preferably poetry! Urgent! Get a senior to help me. . . . . .

The Wandering Son's Song, Mengjiao, Tang Dynasty

The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the wandering boy's body.

Before leaving, I am worried that I will return later.

Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.

Farewell to my mother by Huang Zhongze of the Qing Dynasty

Pull the curtains to pay homage to my mother and go to Heliang. I will worry in vain as my eyes dry up with tears.

It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and having children at this time was worse than having none.

On the 15th, King Anshi of the Song Dynasty

He moved his mother to Han ditch and left Bai Hanyin at home. When the moon comes out and Du Yu is heard, the north and the south are always concerned.

At the end of the year, Jiang Shiquan came home to Qing Dynasty.

My love for my son is endless, and I am very happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are freshly inked.

When we meet, we pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships. I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust.

Mother bids farewell to son, Tang Bai Juyi

Mother bids farewell to son, son bids farewell to mother, crying bitterly in the day without light. The general of the Kansai Hussars, Xin Ce Xun was defeated last year.

With the imperial decree of two million yuan, 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, but 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.

The new Yanwan of your wife has separated my mother and my son. 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.

Motherly love Yuan Yang Weizhen

Motherly love, love for young children, Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince. The steps of the dragon and the tiger change day by day, and the dog and the eagle follow each other in different directions.

Isn’t there a child six feet below the knee? Ah Zhao and Amei are not cubs. The ghost lights are dim at night, and the heavy snow is falling.

If hundreds of officials don’t hold Dong Hu’s pen, what will happen to an orphan and a widower? Suddenly, a silver pillar ax was pierced on the ground in front of the bed, causing the king of Han's golden cabinet to bring disaster.

Mo Xuan Tu Mian of the King of the Yuan Dynasty

The brilliant day lily flowers grow under the North Hall. The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom? A loving mother leans on the door with love,

A wanderer’s journey is painful. The sweet taste is sparse every day, and the sound is blocked every day. Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise bird.

Whose son is Tang Hanyu?

Whose son is neither crazy nor crazy? 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. She was driven 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 times ignore the commonplace, and 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.

The sage, the virtuous, and the virtuous can be deceived, but why should they die in the poor mountains? Oh my brother, Yu Xincheng, I am willing to teach you from beginning to end.

It’s not too late to punish him if he doesn’t punish him. Whoever has sympathy for his friends and relatives can write this poem to me as a gift.

On behalf of the old man from Beizhou, Zhang Wei of the Tang Dynasty replied.

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 recruited again next year after hearing the news. I know for sure that this separation will be scattered, and it is not 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.

It is said that the emperor respects martial arts and vegetables, and strengthens his troops to calm Hu Chen. There is a long-term strategy to stabilize the border and self-reliance, so there is no need to displace the Chinese.

Great Night Works by Tang Gaoshi

The hotel is sleepless under the cold lights, and the guests’ hearts are filled with sadness.

My hometown is far away tonight, and I am worried about another new year on my temples.