Poems about parents

1. An ancient poem about parents 1, the thread in the hand of Jiao Cimu, a "wandering son", made 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?

2, "Don't be an old mother" Zhong went to worship the mother river beam, worried about tears. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.

3. Wang Song Anshi put her mother in the ditch and her family in the shade during the Tenth Five-Year Plan. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.

4. "Arriving home at the end of the year" Qingjiang Shiquan loves his son endlessly and is happy to return to his hometown. 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.

5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Baijuyi's mother Biezi, son Biemu, crying during the day without lights. General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.

Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan. New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.

It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home. At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.

With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated. It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.

It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.

I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you. 6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen loves her chicks, and Zhao is the Crown Prince.

The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle. If there is no six-foot lonely soul under the knee, a Zhao may not be born.

At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks more than four drums. A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout? What's more, Han Wangjin stabbed a silver axe in front of the bed, which was a disaster.

7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan Mian colorful daylily flowers, Luosheng Beitang. The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.

May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.

8. "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu was neither crazy nor crazy. He went to the palace to call a Taoist priest. The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt and sleeves were broken.

Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city. Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang.

It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position. Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood.

Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty? Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end.

It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies. Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts?

9. "Short Songs" is the day when Tang was born and came out. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill.

Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better. There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today.

People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. Short songs, no music.

10, "Answer to the Old Man in Zhou Bei" Zhang Tang said that the old man with negative salary went to Zhou Bei, and Wangbei Township was worried about his life. He said that the old man had three sons, all of whom had died in Huangsha.

Now that the child has just grown up, he will confess next year. Knowing this, we will fall apart and cannot live and die together.

Borrow a farm house from Wu next door, and then go to the countryside alone. It's even harder to have more children.

Recently, it is said that the Emperor advocates martial arts and vegetables, and Qiang Bing wants to be quiet. Ensuring border security is a long-term policy, so there is no need to expel China people.

1 1, "Night Shift" Don Hotel has no sleep on a cold night, and the guest's heart turns to sorrow. Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.

Don't let Huang Jingren, the old mother, go to the mother river beam, for fear that her tears are meaningless. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.

When I left my mother's grave in the west, Chen went to the top of the mountain to get sick, and the sun was dim, leaving the birds alone at dusk. The forest was empty, but Ding Ning told me to go home early.

Feng/butterfly lovers Liao Xingzhi's mother is kind and long-lived. Blessing your family is really rare in recent days.

Sister Qiu is over 69 this year. Corning can inherit my loving mother.

I hope to be kind and generous. I wish you and your mother long life.

How many women am I? Huatang chitose longevity wine.

Xie Jia was filled with silk jackets, and Huang Tingjian sent fragrant light-colored clothes, and spring scenery entered the book curtain. When I got home, my loving mother asked me in surprise, saying that the prince and grandson had taken off their presents.

At first, I looked at another forest in Hu Aishan, Huang Tingjian's snow hat and Yan Zi's oriole. It was already late summer. The three cauldrons are exhausted by the ancients, and the loving mother looks forward to returning to her heart in one year.

How can I rest when I am working hard? I can't help but see the power of mountains. I want to see the sunset on three paths, and I will scream and scream.

Sending Zhang Zhongmou and Huang Tingjian is good for Zhang Gongzi, but clear autumn should be bitter. Wear the motherly thread, no money for travelers.

Say goodbye to Tianque in the morning and evening, and return to comfort Shen Lu. Huanghua is a bottle of wine, pour it with you.

One of Xuan Mo's paintings is a colorful day lily in the Wang Mian under Beitang, Luo Sheng. The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.

May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.

Crying mother poem Qu Qiubai, not kissing when poor, blue and new tears. Hungry and cold, no one asked me this day, and I fell on my beloved son.

Four-character poem mourning the sudden death of his mother Mao Zedong. Fifty-three years old, seven children.

Seven sons and three more, namely Qin. Other infertility, two women and two men.

It is difficult to prepare a calendar for raising a younger brother. Destroy the mill, so get sick.

In the middle, everything is sad. I can't bear to die, waiting for Xu Wen to vomit.

Today, I only talk about two ends: one is virtue and the other is bias. My mother has a high wind and advocates fraternity.

The distance is near and far, and it is repetitive. Kay was moved by her kindness.

Love is sincere. No slander, no cheating.

Finishing is natural and not deceptive at all. Hand ze, very organized.

Fine mind, reasonable points. Nothing can be counted, and nothing can be hidden.

The wind of cleanliness is everywhere. There is no dust inside or outside.

Five virtues are the big end. Conform to his personality, as in the world.

Hate is partial, the last of the three cardinal guides and the five permanent members. Aspiring without reaching, seeking without reaching.

The mental pain is outstanding. The sky is crowded with people and the ground is a corner.

Second, children are born and educated. If it is not ripe, it will be green and yellow.

Holding hands when you are sick makes your heart ache. But call your children and do everything well.

I'm pregnant again. I'm your baby. Or belong to Su En, or work hard.

All relatives, big or small, should be reported. To sum up, Shengde is honored.

If you are sincere, the effect will not be violated. What you hate must be added.

I can't help thinking that I'm here. The depth of parenting and the brilliance of spring.

When will it be reported? Beautiful birds are in the sea. Alas, my mother is still alive.

Although the body is clumsy, the spirit is eternal. One day, everyone will repay the kindness.

One day, you will be with your relatives. It's a long story today, but time is pressing.

Only the big end, the shallow end. At this time, the family will make a drink and do this.

After that, there is a saying that it is getting longer and longer. "Yan Shi Xiu Liu Sou" Bai Juyi has Shuang Yan on the beam, dancing men and dancing women.

Between two rafters, a nest gave birth to Si Er. Si Er is a long day and night, and the voice of asking for food is diligent.

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2. Poems about parents: || A loving mother loves her son, not to repay her kindness.

[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. The mother of Saint Amethyst, the first relative on earth; Motherly love is the first love in the world.

Strictly speaking, the only uncontaminated love in the world is maternal love. When Yan Yan succeeds, everyone is a friend.

But only mother-she is the partner of failure. Zheng Zhenduo lost his parents and gave birth to me.

The Book of Songs has neither father nor mother. The Book of Songs is the virtue of the father and the legacy of the son. Clear pronunciation and mellow voice, parents respected; Give children a good education.

Don't be happy to have a son, and don't sigh without one. [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's parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents.

In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over. Fei Xiaotong's loving mother loves her son, not for repayment.

[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. The mother of Saint Amethyst, the first relative on earth; Motherly love is the first love in the world.

Strictly speaking, the only uncontaminated love in the world is maternal love. When Yan Yan succeeds, everyone is a friend.

But only mother-she is the partner of failure. Zheng Zhenduo lost his parents and gave birth to me.

The Book of Songs has neither father nor mother. The Book of Songs is the virtue of the father and the legacy of the son. Clear pronunciation and mellow voice, parents respected; Give children a good education.

Don't be happy to have a son, and don't sigh without one. [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's parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents.

This motto is hung on the wall.

3. Poems about parents: 1 "National Wind Braves Kaifeng"

The wind blew from the south, blowing his spine. I want to die, and my mother has a reward.

The wind blows from the south, and the wind blows from the other side. God, I have no family.

Is there any cold in the spring? Under Xun. With seven children, my mother is very hard.

The yellow bird, with its voice. There are seven children, don't comfort your mother.

Translation:

The breeze is blowing from the south, blowing on the buds of jujube trees. Jujube trees are tender and strong, and mothers are busy raising children.

The south wind is warm, and jujube trees grow into firewood. The mother is reasonable and kind, and she doesn't blame her if her son is not good.

Cold spring water is cool, and the source is next to Junyi. The mother raised seven children, and the son grew into a tired mother.

The yellowbird is singing euphemistically. It's so beautiful and noisy. It is difficult to comfort a mother who has raised seven children.

2. "Don't be an old mother"

Author: 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.

Translation:

Because I had to go to He Liang to make a living, I opened the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying and my tears dried up.

On this snowy night, it's a pity that we can't be filial to our mother, but we have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. What's the use of adopting a son? I still don't want it.

3. In Memory of Father

Qing Dynasty: Song Lingyun

Wu's book is broken. What do you hate everywhere?

The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and borrows the wind to ask for daily life several times.

Translation:

Wudi's tree, Yanshan's cloud, separated by north and south, has no news.

The two places are separated by Wan Li, so how much sorrow and hate there are, and how to tell them.

Only in dreams do you have to worry about the eternity of Chang 'an.

How many times has my soul visited you in the wind and asked my father about his life and health?

4. Crying at Midnight

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

The second time I lost my mother, I vomited because I was dumb.

Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old.

Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved.

If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart.

A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad.

What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness.

Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died.

What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird.

The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied.

Translation:

Jiwu lost his mother and kept crying sadly.

I stayed in the old forest in the morning and evening and refused to fly away all the year round.

Crying in the middle of the night every day, everyone who hears it can't help crying.

Ciwu's crying seems to be lamenting that he failed to fulfill his duty of timely feeding back filial piety.

Don't other birds have mothers? Why are you so sad just because of Jiwu?

Your mother's kindness must be so deep that you can't bear it!

Once upon a time, there was a man named Wu Qi. His mother died, but there was no mourning.

Alas, such people, their hearts are really worse than animals!

Jiwu, Jiwu! You are a great bird!

Step 5 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.

Translation:

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.

Mom, my son has always been ashamed of you. He won't have the heart to tell the story of his wandering.

4. Poems about parents: A loving mother loves her son, not to repay her kindness.

[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. The mother of Saint Amethyst, the first relative on earth; Motherly love is the first love in the world.

Strictly speaking, the only uncontaminated love in the world is maternal love. When Yan Yan succeeds, everyone is a friend.

But only mother-she is the partner of failure. Zheng Zhenduo lost his parents and gave birth to me.

The Book of Songs has neither father nor mother. The Book of Songs is the virtue of the father and the legacy of the son. Clear pronunciation and mellow voice, parents respected; Give children a good education.

Don't be happy to have a son, and don't sigh without one. [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's parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents.

In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over. Fei Xiaotong begins.

5. The poem 1 describes parents, but every inch of grass is rewarded with three blessings. -Meng Jiao

Filial piety can often replace the noblest feelings. -Mencius

Mother is the only force that can make death yield. Gorky

All the glory and pride in the world come from mother. Gorky

5. Motherly love is better than all love. -Shakespeare

6. The support of the dutiful son is also happy, not against his will. -Book of Rites

7. There are three kinds of filial piety: great respect for relatives, followed by humiliation, which can be raised. -Book of Rites

8, the year of parents, you must know. One is joy and the other is fear. -The Analects of Confucius

9. Meng Wenxiao, Confucius said: "Parents only worry about illness." -"The Analects of Confucius is Politics"

10, parents love what they love, and parents respect it. -Confucius

1 1, orderly. -Mencius

12, I am old, and people are old; Young people, young people, young people. -Mencius

13, filial piety is the most important thing. -Mencius

14, only filial piety can relieve worries. -Mencius

15, the father and son are related, the monarch and the minister are righteous, the husband and wife are different, the young and the old have a chat, and the friends have a letter. -Mencius

6. Meng Jiao, what are the 300 poems about parents in the Tang Dynasty?

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?

Volume 340th 007 [whose son]

Title: Han Yu's Complete Poems of Tang Dynasty

Who is not crazy, who is not crazy, who will go to the palace to call the Taoist priest? The white-haired old mother hid her face and cried.

The sleeves of the shirt can't be torn. Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city.

Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang. This is the cloud age, vulgar and ordinary,

Take risks and blame your officials. Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood.

Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty? Well, I'm sincere,

I am willing to go to the end of teaching. It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies.

Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts?

7. There are poems written by parents, and there is no mother who goes to worship her mother's river beam and tears. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. Source: China's poem-Qing-Huang Jingren has been shedding a lot of tears, and these tears are all on the hand-sewn clothes. "Dad's books are full of baskets, and the bus is full of me." (Shi Qisheng's "Write Me") In October, the pregnancy is heavy and the reward is light. -"Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety" Blue sky tears strict father; Clear water complains of blood every word, and every word cries for mother. Don't teach your parents to suffer, and don't teach them to worry. Sad and indignant poems fell out of power at the end of the Han Dynasty, and Dong Zhuo was in chaos. If you want to usurp the throne, you must first harm the virtuous. Forced to move to the old state to help the Lord strengthen himself. Xingyi division wants to * * for bad luck at home. Excellent people come from the east and shine in the sun. The local people are very fragile, and all the soldiers are Hu Qiangren. Hunting wild cities and besieging cities, I know what I want to break. There is nothing left, and the remains support each other. A horse hangs a man's head, and a horse carries a woman behind it. Driving west to enter the customs, the road is dangerous and blocked. I still care. My liver and spleen are rotten. There are several tens of thousands, and gathering is not allowed. Still flesh and blood, afraid to speak. When you are depressed for a few minutes, you need to talk about your shortcomings. If you want to be a pavilion blade, I can't live with you. How dare you spare your life? You can't stand being scolded. Or add pestle, poison and pain are combined into one. The study is sad and the night is sad. You can't have it if you want to die, and you can't have it if you want to live. It is a misfortune for people with pale faces. Bianhuang is different from China, who is vulgar and unreasonable. There is a lot of frost and snow in the place, and Hu Feng starts in spring and summer. Blow my clothes gently and let them sink into my ears. I miss my parents when I feel it, and lament the infinite. It's always nice to hear that there are guests from outside. Welcome to ask about him. You need to reply to the village. I hope that when I meet you, my flesh and blood will meet me. If you have to forgive yourself, you should abandon your son. Heaven binds people's hearts, and it is too late to say goodbye. Life and death are always good, and we can't bear to say goodbye to them. Hold my neck in front of my son and ask my mother what she wants. When people say that their mother should go, there is no time to return. My mother has always been kind, so today is even more unkind. I am not an adult, so I don't care. Seeing this collapse in five days, I was in a trance and crazy. Crying and touching, when you reply to doubts. At the same time, they bid farewell to each other. I long for my return, and sad tears have destroyed the cracks. A horse hesitated, but a car refused to turn. The audience was booed and sobbed as they walked. To break the relationship and sign for the future. This is 3,000 miles long. When shall we meet again? Read me out of my stomach and my heart will destroy me. Not only for the family, but also for China and foreign countries. The city wall is a mountain forest, and the yard is full of Ai Jing. If you don't know whose bone it is, don't cover it vertically and horizontally. There is no sound when going out, and the jackal barks. Embrace the lonely scene, and you will lose your liver and lungs. Looking at the distance, the soul suddenly flew. After the election, others will be lenient. In order to recover, there is no need to say it. Entrust your life to a new person and try your best to encourage yourself. Being stingy, I am often afraid of donating again. The geometry of life, you worry all the year round. Source: China's Poems-Wei and Jin Dynasties-Cai Yan bid farewell to her mother and went to visit her mother's Heliang. She was so worried that her eyes were dry. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. Source: China's poem-Qing-Huang Jingren has been shedding a lot of tears, and these tears are all on the hand-sewn clothes. "Dad's books are full of baskets, and the bus is full of me." (Shi Qisheng's "Write Me") In October, the pregnancy is heavy and the reward is light. -"Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety" Blue sky tears strict father; Clear water complains of blood every word, and every word cries for mother. Don't teach your parents to suffer, and don't teach them to worry. Contents of the year of the work: Qing Author: Works: Other contents: Without speaking to each other, standing thoughtfully behind the lamp. [1] did not look up for a long time, [2] Se was wet with tears. Notes: [1] ponder: ponder, taste. [2] A long time: a long time. Through the description of the last three gestures and expressions, this poem vividly shows the thousand kinds of hatred in women's hearts when they sympathize with others when they leave. Bai Juyi's "Yan's Showing Liu Chao" chose Syl as the Youth Day, when he spread his wings and carried his mother. At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. 3, Han Yu's "Whose Son" chooses a bald old mother to cover the door, and her sleeves are broken. 4, Wang Anshi's "Tenth Five-Year Plan" is about to go to the mother ditch, and the home is white. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South. 5, Huang Jingren's "Don't Old Mom" went to worship his mother's river beam, and his tears were in vain. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. 6. Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year" has endless love for his son, and he is happy at 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. 7. Song Lingyun's "Remembering Father" is broken by Wu Shu. What do you hate about the two places? The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and borrows the wind to ask for daily life several times. 8. Yu Gong's "Thinking of Mother" is wet with frost and tears, and his bald head has no dependence on Chai Fei. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock. 9. Ni Ruizhen's "Remembering Mother" is too difficult for me to sail. I don't know if it is near. When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more!