What is the poem about missing my son?

1. What are the poems that miss my son? 1, for our boys and girls, poor little babies, it's too small to know where the capital is. -Tang Du Fu's Moonlit Night

Poor young children, how can you feel the sadness of missing?

2, the mother is not a child, the child is not a mother, and there is no light crying during the day. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Mother Biezi"

Mother's son, son's mother, the sunshine in the daytime seems to have lost its luster because of sadness, and there is infinite sadness in crying.

3, in case of pity, self-seeking. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh. -"Arriving at Home at the End of the Year" Qing Dynasty poet Jiang Shiquan

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. Hemerocallis are born in the hall, and wanderers travel all over the world. Leaning kindly against the hall door, I can't see the day lilies. -"The Prodigal Son" Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao

Hemerocallis are full of steps, and the son who traveled far away traveled all over the world. The mother stood by the door, but her son did not come back. When will the day lilies bloom?

I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to be home. -Qingjiang Shiquan "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"

A mother's love for her children is endless. How happy my mother is to go home during the Spring Festival!

2. Poem about missing children 1: We meandered along the blue mountain, and my boat and I walked along the green water.

Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year.

I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. -Wang Wan's "The next berth on Beibao Mountain" 2: Everything is wrong, so what's the same? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.

Original grass, first dew, old habitat and new rain. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night! 3. Bai Shu roosts in the atrium, and Coody Leng is silent and wet with osmanthus.

Jathyapple is well-known, I don't know who will fall in Qiu Si! 4: in July and a half, incense is burned to ask the sky, and the cold is shaken in the dog days of June. I know that I miss you so much and look forward to all this, but the autumn moon is a sickle and the lonely sleep is 6. The wind blows on the roof, and the door is silent at night.

It was seen by the bright moon and the partition wall. 7: Time was long before I met her, and even longer after we parted, the east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed.

You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? 9: Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.

In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions. (Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") 10: You are like a rock, my concubine is like Pu Wei, Pu Wei is like a silk thread, and the rock has not turned 1 1: You from my old country, tell me what happened there! .

When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? 12: The day of parting is far away, but the day of dressing is slow-Han. > 13: I passed away, and the willow is Yi Yi; Today I think about it, it's raining -> 65438+ this life never sleeps, where to see the bright moon next year.

17: If you don't miss it all your life, you will miss it and hurt it. -Xu Yuan Rethinks "Yue Qu" * 18: Her hair is foggy and her shoulders are cold.

19: When a person is a stranger in a foreign land, he misses his family more than ever. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

Spring breeze and green Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? (Wang Anshi) 60 Poems about Missing Your Son 60 Poems about Missing Your Son 2 1: Lonely Hong calls back to the field, and birds crow in Beilin.

Our boys and girls, poor little babies, are too young to know where the capital is! 23: The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosted already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and I hung my head and missed my hometown-Tang Libai > 24: In a hurry, the peach blossoms floated with the water in March, and the kite string was broken in February. 25: However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor. 26: Yesterday, I left, and the willow tree is Yiyi; Today I think about it, it's raining -> 27: Wind and fire in March, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold. 28: But make Longcheng fly, don't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain.

-Wang Changling 29: Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality, and an inch is still a thousand strands. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.

-Yan Shu's "Yu Lou Chun" 30: In Du Fu's "Moonlight Remembering Brothers", the wanderer listens to the drums to indicate the battle, and the autumn geese sound. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

3 1: wine turns into sorrow and turns into acacia tears 32: you come from my old country. Tell me what happened there! .

It's Mei, when you pass by my silk window, cold plum blossom (Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems) 33: A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, a lamp in the river's lake for ten years-Song and Huang Tingjian > 34. If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaotic, which means leaving sadness. Especially the general taste is in your heart. -Li Yu 35: I can finally send my emissary yan zhen back to Luoyang. 36: Ruthlessness is far away. 37: Strive for a farewell to the world, once a year (Tang Li Shangyin) 38: A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, Yi Deng in the Jianghu for ten years. —— Huang Song's "Court Guide" 39: Without me by your side, you should wear warm clothes when it is cold, be hungry when you are hungry, and have a good dream when you sleep. I'm the only one in my dream, and I want nothing more! 40: Take the first flower to look back, half-edge repair half-edge gentleman! 4 1: I have a terminal illness: my eyes can only see your figure; Ears can only hear your voice; Memories are about you; My heart is full of your name.

42: It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home. The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom.

43: I just hope your heart is the same as mine. Don't miss it. -Li Chi Ngai "Operator" 44: It is almost as difficult for friends to meet as the stars in the morning and evening.

45. I hope that people will be beautiful for a long time. Stone > 46. Everyone thinks that foreign accents are strange, but they hate warblers like old mountains. Tang Figure 47. There should be no hate. When it grows round, you will leave. Stone > 48. The sea rises and the moon rises. At this time, the horizon is * * *. 49: 40 million people shed tears, where is China at the end of the world?

50: Everything in the world is in the spring, and now it is crying. There are 60 good words and 5 1 in the poem of missing my son: If I think the tide is so regular, I might choose a river boy 52: We watched him go eastward through the Lunta Gate and enter the snowdrift of Tianding Road, and then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only his hoofprint.

53: The plowman calls for the boat, the spring grass is green, and the fields are boundless. Try going to Wumen to see the county outline. There are some new cigarettes in Qingming.

After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold. (Du Fu's Spring Hope) 55: People say that the sunset is the end of the world.

Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak. 56: When will there be a bright moon? Ask heaven for wine.

I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I want to go home in the wind, lest it be too cold on the roof.

57: Mourning, the distant place can be returned to China-Folk Songs of Han Yuefu > 58: The river flows for three thousand miles, and there are fifteen lines of letters from home. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.

59: Without you, I am like a soldier who has lost his armor and weapons. I don't know how to live. I am not afraid that I can't last forever with you, and I am not afraid that you will settle for second best! ! ! 60: Wang Yitai (Tang) Bai Juyi Jing 'an Temple window willow, Wang Yitai threw flowers on the ground. Two beautiful springs, on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives outside, and people outside miss their families.

3. What are the poems that miss my son? 1, son, mother is waiting for you to go home Author: Don't forget that Cao Xian's modern son is going home for the Spring Festival. Did you buy a ticket to go home? Have you been on the train for more than five months? Mom hasn't seen you. Mom dreamed of your son. Maybe it's because the Spring Festival is coming soon. Recently, my mother always dreamed of the train, dreaming that you were carrying a heavy bag and running like a train with people like water. Mom can feel your heart flying home. After being with my mother, do you feel closer and closer to home when you step on the train? From your sunny face, your mother saw your desire to go home as soon as possible. Your son must be very tired to drive 16 hours. In your dream, your mother saw you tired. You sit in your seat with your eyes closed and nod your head like a kowtow. Your mother sees it in her eyes and hurts in her heart. How she wishes the train could run. Hurry up and let mom's baby go home early and have a good sleep. The clang of the train is holding the mother's thoughts, because there is a mother's son in the vast sea of people. With the conductor's announcement, the train stopped slowly. You are eye-opening and refreshed. You ran to your mother and cried happily: mom and dad woke up happily from a dream without you, but your sweet call still echoed outside. There is a warm home, a bean rice soup cooked by my mother, a delicious meal cooked by my mother at home, my mother's nagging concern at home and a warm home for you. This is a warm harbor that the outside world can't feel. You are a kite flying by your mother. No matter how high and far you fly, your mother will always hold a thread of missing, and you will eventually return to your mother and our warm home, because home will always be yours. Son, the Spring Festival is coming. Call his mother in advance when you go home. Mom will cook a big reunion dinner at home, waiting for you to come home. Mother sitting at the door waiting for her son Author: Cordyceps modern mother sitting at the door waiting for her son. The 80-year-old mother is full of white hair, thinking of her wrinkled eyes staring at the intersection. Her eyes never let go of every passing car and battery car, numbing everyone. She never let go of any voice, waiting for her son, who is nearly sixty years old. She works in Jiangnan Magic Capital, hoping to be disappointed and happy, comforting Xixie. Mom, her eyes suddenly filled with ripples. 3. Miss her son. Author: Liu Aiying Hyundai once had a pair of big hands, holding those small hands, strolling along the river at sunset.

This way! It's like ... it's like ... it will last forever. I don't know when those little hands turned into big hands, so powerful, just! Just! It no longer wants to hold in those big hands, but just wants to walk alone to meet the storm and lightning.

Parents who have lost their hearts can only worry about how much they miss! How I miss it! Keep the warm moments in your life! Keep that overflowing concern! 4, miss son Author: Zhang Jungang modern son, today is your 14th birthday, some dreams begin, some dreams end. Where were you when I blew out fourteen candles for you? How can you feel lonely when you are fourteen? But I see your thoughts flowing from my heart, I look at the sky from my forehead, and I cry in your direction. At this moment, I know you are looking at me. Eyes full of autumn water 5. Send a distant son: Su Chang Hyundai, please open your smile. I want to hear your laughter when you were a child. Please reply to wechat. I want to see all your information, including eating, dressing, hiding in the cabin and playing games. I may always nag. Now you have closed all the information, but you have opened the net that I miss day and night. I only see the figure of delivery outside the door, but I imagine that every expression on your face opens your closed heart door to me.

4. What are the poems about "Mother misses her distant son"? 1. I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. -Jiang Shiquan in the Qing Dynasty, "Arriving at Home at the End of the Year"

2, a loving mother leans on the door, and a wanderer is difficult. —— Wang Mian's "The First Part of Xuan Mo" in the Yuan Dynasty

3, you don't see the lonely goose, and the acidity is rising. Empty city guests are heartbroken, and the boudoir is heartbroken. -Bao Yue was released in the Southern and Northern Dynasties.

It's hard to go.

4, sleepless thinking about women, qi, a few anvil pestles. -He Zuoxiu's Tianxiang Luo Yan Henglin in the Song Dynasty

5, the loving mother has been looking forward to it for a long time, and there is no return in the firecrackers. Poems of Wandering Immortals by Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty

6. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted 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. -Meng Jiao's "Wanderer" in the Tang Dynasty

7. Kindness leans against the hall door, but no day lilies are seen. -Meng Jiao's Poems of Wandering Immortals in the Tang Dynasty

8, children travel thousands of miles to worry, do not go home to call water.

9. Bamboo poles and shoes have no definite evidence. They cross the southwest and cross the Qiaoheng Road in Shanmu. -Song: Ge Changgeng's "Wu Fengqi, Green, Dark, Red and Sparse Spring"

10, in the dream, the loving mother in her hometown shed tears and ran over the stone, expecting her return. Poems of Wandering Immortals by Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty

5. The poem 1 describes the missing child, the tears of the loving mother in her hometown in her dream, dripping through the cracks in the stone and looking forward to her son's return. -"Yuanri" Northern Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi

In my dream hometown, my mother misses her distant son and always looks forward to his return.

For our boys and girls, poor little baby, it's too small to know where the capital is. -Tang Du Fu's Moonlit Night

Poor young children, how can you feel the sadness of missing?

I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to be home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains. If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. -"Arriving at Home at the End of the Year" Qing Dynasty poet Jiang Shiquan

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.

4, a loving mother leans on the door, and a wanderer is difficult. May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds. -From the Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian's "Figure 1 of Xuan Mo"

A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's too difficult for a wanderer to travel far away! The support for parents is alienated every day, and the news of children is not reached every day. Looking up at a cloud forest, I am ashamed to hear the sound of the birds, and I still miss it.

5. Hemerocallis are born in the hall, and wanderers travel all over the world. Leaning kindly against the hall door, I can't see the day lilies. -"Wandering Son" Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao

Hemerocallis are full of steps, and the son who traveled far away traveled all over the world. The mother stood by the door, but her son did not come back. When will the day lilies bloom?

6. A poem about a mother missing her son (Meng Jiao)

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?

Precautions:

1, nothing grows: the metaphor is very small.

2. Sanchunhui: Sanchun refers to Meng Chun, Zhongchun and Ji Chun in spring; Hui, sunshine; Describe maternal love as warm as spring.

Sunshine.

Rhyme translation:

The kind mother has a needle and thread in her hand.

In order to make new clothes for children who travel far away.

Before she left, she was busy sewing.

It's really worrying that the child will never come back.

Who can say a little grass-like filial piety,

Can you repay the kindness of a loving mother like Chunhui?

Writing background and comments;

Meng Jiao (75 1~8 14), a savage in Wu Kangdong, Huzhou (now Deqing, Zhejiang). In his early years, he tried and tested, traveled north and south, and settled in Suzhou.

I was down and out all my life, and I didn't get a humble position as a magistrate in Liyang until I was fifty years old. Naturally, the poet didn't take such a small official to heart. He still only looked at the scenery and sang praises, but neglected his official duties. The county magistrate only paid him half a salary. Under this heading, the author notes that "Mu Ying Li Shang Zuo" is his work when he lived in Liyang. In the poem, an ordinary and great beauty of human nature, maternal love, is sung affectionately and truly, which has aroused the admiration of countless readers and won popularity for thousands of years.

Deep maternal love bathes children all the time. However, for Meng Jiao, a wanderer who has been displaced all the year round, the most unforgettable moment is the painful moment of separation between mother and child. This poem describes the ordinary scene of loving mother sewing clothes at this time, but it shows the poet's deep feelings. The first two sentences, "thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body", are actually two phrases, not two sentences. In this way, from people to things, the two most common things are highlighted, and the love of flesh and blood between mother and son is written. Then write two sentences about people's actions and attitudes, focusing on loving mothers. At this moment before departure, the old mother's stitches were so thin that she was afraid that her son would not come home for a long time and would sew the clothes more firmly. In fact, the old man's heart is not eager for his son to return safely at an early date! The affection of loving mother is revealed in the most subtle places in daily life. Simple and natural, kind and touching. There are neither words nor tears here, but a feeling of pure love overflows from this common scene, touching the heartstrings of every reader, making people cry and evoking the cordial associations and deep memories of children all over the world.

The last two sentences, based on the intuition of the parties, dig out the deep meaning of the next layer: "But how much affection there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays." Who said that? Some versions are Who knows and Who will, but it is best that Who said that according to the poem. The poet's rhetorical question is particularly meaningful. These two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences, the contrast of popular images, and the warm affection for children: how can a child like grass repay his mother's love as rich as the sunshine in spring? It really means "I want to repay kindness, I am very confused", and the feelings are so sincere and sincere.

This is an ode to maternal love. The poet, frustrated in his official career, experienced a cold world and a sad life, so he felt the value of family more and more. "Poetry is born from the heart, and sorrow should be the heart" (Su Shi's Reading Meng Jiao's Poems). Although this poem is not carved with algae paintings, it is fresh, smooth and unpretentious, which shows that its poetic flavor is rich and mellow.

This poem was written in Liyang. During the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, two Liyang people sang such a poem: "My father's book is full of baskets, and the car is still lingering" (Shi Qisheng's "Write My arms"); "How many tears have I shed, how many hands have I dyed, and how many clothes have I sewed" (Peng Gui's "My little brother came to the capital and felt very happy"). It can be seen that the deep impression left by Ode to a Wanderer is enduring.

This is an ode to maternal love. This poem eulogizes the great beauty of human nature-maternal love.

In the first two sentences of the poem, the person written is mother and son, and the thing written is thread and clothes, but it points out the love of flesh and blood between mother and son. The two sentences in the middle focus on the actions and attitudes of loving the mother, showing the mother's deep affection for her son. Although there are no words and no tears, it is full of pure love, which is exciting and makes people cry. The last two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences. Using the metaphor of popular image, we pinned our fervent feelings on this naked child. How can we repay our children like maternal love and grass in spring?

With fresh, smooth, plain and plain language, the whole poem is full of rich and mellow poetry, which has touched the heartstrings of many readers for thousands of years and caused thousands of wanderers to sing.

7. What are the poems about missing children? 1, moonlit night.

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.

For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.

Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.

When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .

Tonight, the moon in Zhangzhou must be equally clear and round. If you miss your wife far away, you can only watch it alone. Poor little child, how can you feel the sadness of missing? Hazy, perhaps wet his wife's sideburns; The cold moonlight should reflect the cold jade arm of his wife. When can we meet again and enjoy the moon by leaning against the thin curtain? At that time, the moonlight must still be there, so let it dry our tears silently.

2. The Wandering Son

Tang Dynasty: 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?

A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?

Step 3 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.

A mother's love for her children is endless. How happy my mother is to go home during the Spring Festival! She is sewing a cotton-padded coat for me. The needle and thread are tight. The letter I sent home has just arrived, and the ink is still wet. As soon as I met my mother, she said affectionately that I had lost weight and repeatedly asked me if I was suffering outside. I bowed my head in shame and dared not tell her about my wandering.

4. "Don't be an old mother"

Qing Dynasty: 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.

Open the curtain, because I want to make a living in He Liang, so I reluctantly bid farewell to my elderly mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying, and my tears dried up. What's the use of adopting a son if you can't be filial to your mother on this snowy night and drive away this miserable and divided Chai Men? I still don't want it.

5. "Xuan Mo Figure 1"

Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian

Brilliant day lily flowers, Luosheng North Hall.

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.

Bright day lilies are born under the North Hall. The south wind blows the day lily, swaying for whom to confide fragrance? A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's hard for a wanderer to travel far away! The support for parents is alienated every day, and the news of children is not reached every day. Looking up at a cloud forest, I am ashamed to hear the sound of the birds, and I still miss it.

8. I miss my son's poems. I miss my son's poems.

1, Wang Yitai (Tang) Bai Juyi Jing 'an House window willow, Wang Yitai threw flowers on the ground. Two beautiful springs, on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives outside, and people outside miss their families.

Without you, I am like a soldier who has lost his armor and weapons. I don't know how to live. I am not afraid that I can't last forever with you, and I am not afraid that you will settle for second best! ! !

3. Mourning can make you cry, and looking far can make you return to China-Han Yuefu Folk Songs >

Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.

After three months of war, a message from hometown is worth a ton of gold. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")

6, people say that the sunset is the end of the world, watching the end of the world but not seeing home. Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak.

7, cutting constantly, the reason is still chaotic, it is sad. Especially the general taste is in my heart-Li Yu.

8. Going back to Nagato is wrong. What is the difference? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner. Original grass, first dew, old habitat and new rain. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night!

9, wine into sorrow, into acacia tears.

10, whose flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze fills Los Angeles. In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions. (Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night")

1 1, Bai Shu Crow Atrium, Coody Leng Silent Wet Osmanthus fragrans. Jathyapple is well-known, I don't know who will fall in Qiu Si!

12, only seven days in spring, two years away from home. The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom.

13, the day of parting is far away, and the day of clothing is slow-Han. >

However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor.

15, Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world knows you. -Tang Gaoshi.

9. What are the poems about "Mother misses her son far away"? "Wandering Son" The thread in the hands of Tang Mengjiao's 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?

"Whose Son" Tang Hanyu was either crazy or crazy, and went to the palace to call a Taoist. The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn.

"Mother Biezi" Tang Baijuyi's mother Biezi, son Biemu, cried during the day. General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.

"Answer to the Old Man in Zhou Bei" Zhang Tang said that the old man with negative salary went to Zhou Bei, and he visited Wang Bei's hometown. He said that the old man had three sons, all of whom had died in Huangsha.

In addition to working at night, Don Hotel's cold light stayed up alone, and the guests' hearts became sad. Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.

In the tenth five-year plan, Wang Anshi put his mother in a ditch and left her home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.

"Motherly Love" Yuan Yangweizhen loves a mother's love, and Zhao is the Crown Prince. The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle.

"Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan's loving mother leans against the door, and it is difficult for a wanderer to walk. May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful.

Wandering Poems: Nalan Xingde's words are heard in firecrackers every year. In the shadow of fireworks, I returned to my dream. The stone makes up for the deficiency, and the loving mother burst into tears. Tang's mother's instruction was to step by step, and sent three kettles. Shao Yunyun vulgar stop Yao color, Luan River low flying brush treasure furnace.

A sentence from my mother's four-year-old child: When I come back, my relatives will pick me up even if they are far away from my child, because they are worried about their relatives and set sail for their children. Although I really want to see it, many words can't be filled, but in the face of the taste of missing, I am waiting for it to spread.

Mothers in the world may have to experience the pain of lovesickness, which separates them from their children. The mother raised the child physically and mentally, but the child can't always belong to the mother.

After the children left home, the mother had endless worries and long thoughts. Although I worked hard on my way to work, my family paid yearning hearts and tears of hope, waiting to come back every day, instead of hoping that their children would earn much money and come back safely.

Therefore, the longer the child goes, the more blessings the family members have, and the higher the superimposed thoughts are.