Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Author: 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?

Comment on words and phrases:

Wanderer: A person who was called a sojourner in ancient times. Yin: the name of poetic style.

(2) in favor: I will.

3 fear: worry. Return: Come back, go home.

Who said that? One is "difficult". Say, say. An inch of grass: grass. Here is a metaphor for children. Heart: semantic pun refers to both the stems of vegetation and the hearts of children.

5 reward: reward. Sanchunhui: The bright sunshine in spring refers to the kindness of a loving mother. Sanchun, formerly known as Meng Chun, and Ji Chun in mid-February and March, are collectively called Sanchun. Light, sunshine. Describe maternal love as the warm sunshine that shines on children in spring. ?

Vernacular translation:

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?

Second, "Two Poems on the Parting of Furong Inn and Xin Jian"

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty? Author: Changling Wang

Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan!

Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!

It's autumn in the south of Danyang, cloudy and deep in the north of Danyang.

High-rise buildings should not be drunk, lonely and cold.

Translation:

I came to Wudi in the night when the cold rain spilled all over the river, and sent my friends away at dawn, leaving only the lonely shadow of Chushan.

When I arrive in Luoyang, if any relatives and friends ask about me, please tell them that my heart is still as pure as the ice of a jade pot and has not been defiled by worldly things such as fame and fortune.

Looking south at Danyang, I saw the rainy and boundless autumn sea; Looking to the north of Danyang, I saw the deep clouds in Chutian.

Seeing guests off in high-rise buildings and seeing friends off, I feel sad and can't enjoy drinking. There was silence all around. Facing the cold river, only the high moon shone on my heart.

Third, "Song of Persuading Filial Piety"

Dynasty: Late Qing Dynasty Author: Xu Xi

Confucius wrote the Book of Filial Piety, which belongs to virtue.

Parents work hard, especially mothers.

The baby is underage and was pregnant with his mother's stomach in 10.

Longing for mother's blood, longing for mother's meat.

The baby will be born and the mother will be in prison.

I'm afraid I'll become a ghost after giving birth.

Once the children meet, the mother will be happy to continue.

If love is a treasure, it is diligence in bowing day and night.

The mother lies on the wet mat and the child sleeps on the dry bedding.

The child was sleeping soundly, but the mother was afraid to stretch.

A dirty child doesn't stink too much, and a sick child is willing to make amends.

Children should be able to walk and behave in a worrying way.

Breast-feeding for three years consumes thousands of feet.

Children should be able to eat and drink, save their mouths and postures.

I've tried. I'm fifteen or sixteen.

Wisdom fears fatigue, but stupidity worries.

Well, praise first, then educate.

Before the child came back, he leaned against the door and followed the candle.

Children walk Wan Li Road, but their hearts walk Wan Li Road.

Filial piety is a matter of course, and unfilial is not as good as poultry.

Translation:

Since ancient times, sages have regarded Tao as the source of filial piety and advised the world to show its goodness first.

10, the pregnant mother was in an unstable mood, and when she came, she couldn't sleep well. The unborn stomach was really painful.

At that time, having a baby and a mother was like a dead ghost. When the child falls to the ground, the mother is as timid as a steel knife.

Naked, there is a line asking mom and dad to eat and wear, and mom feels guilty like a sinner who has been in prison for a month.

Wash shit frequently and change feet frequently. You are always busy, suffering for your children during the day and being afraid of the cold at night.

The pillow is mother's wrist, so it is difficult for her to turn over. She woke up in the middle of the night and cried to tell her mother to be patient.

Or shit or urine stains the bedding, wets the blanket, and it is difficult to sleep in a wet place every Friday.

If you are sick and see a doctor, you are willing to bear the burden of illness for your child, pray to heaven, make a wish first, burn incense and draw lots, and ask for an elixir.

When decocting and conditioning, I miss who I have suffered and who I will talk to. Every day, my mother will make tea and soak rice, crying and making my mother sad.

When the meal was ready, mother shouted and threw a bowl and held it on her chest. When mother is full, she will feel at ease after eating a bowl of cold rice.

If there is no crying baby, you will not hesitate to go to the wet nurse, or feed rice soup or chew rice or ask your neighbor to give you a milk meal.

Fourth, "remote sending mother-daughter love"

Author: Feng Qing-Modern Poetry?

It's cool at night,

Homesickness dreams fly.

When the village chief knew the call,

The sound of mountain springs.

In order to make a living,

Give up the mother-child relationship

Thousands of miles away,

Calling each other shouldn't be.

My daughter wants to go to school,

I have no intention of listening in class.

Mom wants to go to work,

It hurts to prick your finger.

I hope to see you in my dream,

Such as the rise of Yunfu.

Like a kite string,

Connected to the two centers of the earth.

Mother flies like a kite,

The daughter grabbed the rope.

Kites fly high,

Holding the rope, tears filled the towel.

There are rumors that kite language,

Don't be sad, son.

Diligent and healthy,

Welcome the kite home.

Five, "don't 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.

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.