1. Yin of the Wandering Son

Meng Jiao, Tang Dynasty

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

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

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

2. Send Zhang Shenming's scriptures and imperial examinations to Jingzhou Province

Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty

In the fifteenth year of Caiyi, in front of Chenghuan's loving mother.

Xiaolian paid tribute every year, and he carried oranges to Qinchuan.

The four most popular candidates were Xu Zhongxuan.

Who wouldn’t admire the gods while boating on the river?

3. Ciwu cries at night

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

Ciwu lost his mother and uttered a mournful voice hoarsely.

Never fly away day or night, keeping the old forest for many years.

It cries at midnight every night, and anyone who hears it is Zhanjin.

The voice is like telling, but the heart of giving back is not fulfilled.

How can a hundred birds have no mother? You alone are deeply sad.

It should be that the mother is kind and caring, so that you will not accept your sorrow.

In the past there was a man named Wu Qi, whose mother died and did not come.

What a shame, my disciples, their hearts are not as good as those of a bird.

Ciwu is the most famous among birds.

In the fifteenth year of Caiyi, in front of Chenghuan’s loving mother

4. Yan’s poem shows Liu Sou

Tang Bai Juyi

There are two pairs of beams Yan, elegant male and female.

Holding mud between two rafters, four children were born in a nest.

Si'er's days and nights are long, and he is asking for food diligently.

Cat worms are difficult to catch, and the yellow mouth has no period of satiety.

Although the claws are thirsty, the mind is not tired.

It takes only ten seconds to come and go, as if I am afraid of hunger in the nest.

After thirty days of hard work, the mother becomes thinner and the chick becomes fatter.

Mutter the words and brush the sweaters one by one.

Once the wings are fully formed, lead them to the branches of the garden.

Lift your wings without looking back, and fly in all directions with the wind.

The male and female scream in the air, but they never come back.

But I fell into an empty nest, chirping sadly all night long.

Don’t be sad, Yan Yan. You should go back and think about yourself.

Si'er is a young bird, flying high and carrying his mother on his back.

My parents read it at that time, but you should know it today.

5. Sending my mother back to her hometown

Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty

I parked my car and looked around, making me a prisoner of Chu.

Sentimentality arose from it, and tears choked my throat.

My loving mother Fang is seriously ill and wants to see a famous doctor.

I am in a hurry to pick up the car, but God will not spare me!

There is no reward for maternal love, and what more can I ask for in life!

After thirty days of hard work, my mother is thin. The chicks are getting fatter

6. Go west to Cimu's grave

Tang Chen Quji

The sun's shadow is dim on the high mountain top, and there are few birds sitting alone at dusk.

In the forest, I was dripping wine and weeping, but I didn’t see Ding Ning telling me to go home early.

7. Buxu

Sikong Tu of the Tang Dynasty

My mother taught Buxu, and Sanyuan Chang sent down the Peng Hu.

The rhyme and customs of Yun Shao stop and the Yao harp stops, and the luan and crane fly low to brush the treasure furnace.

On the 8th and 15th day of the lunar month

Send Wang Anshi away

Take his mother to Han Valley and leave Bai Han Yin at home.

When I heard about Du Yu in the bright moon, the north and the south were always concerned.

9. Thinking of Mother

Song Dynasty and Gong

The frost wiped out the reed flowers and wet their clothes with tears, and the old man no longer leaned on the firewood leaf.

During the yellow plum rain in May last year, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice.

Not seeing Ding Ning, please return early

10. Remembering your mother

Ming Shi Kefa

My mother is in the south of the Yangtze River, and my son is in the north of the Huaihe River. .

When we meet and talk about dreams, we hold our clothes and weep for joy.