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The Book of Poetry, National Style, and the Wind of Love

The triumphant wind blows from the south, blowing his thorny heart. The heart is thorny, and the mother's family is hard.

The triumphant wind comes from the south, blowing the thorny salary. Mother's holiness, I have nothing to do.

There is a cold spring, under the dredging. There were seven sons, and the mother worked hard.

Look at the yellow bird, carry its sound. There are seven sons, and I don't comfort my mother's heart.

This poem is grateful for the mother's hard work and nurturing grace, and apologizes for failing to fulfill her filial piety. The poem compares the grace of the mother's benevolence and nurturing with the triumphant wind, and uses the "thorn" as a metaphor for the son. The warmth of the south wind symbolizes the mother, and the "prickly, difficult to grow" sour jujube is a metaphor for the difficulty of raising the child, and the apt metaphor expresses the poet's true experience and feelings of sorrow.

The Book of Poetry, Xiaoya, Tate

The knotweed, the artemisia. Mourn my parents, give birth to me, and work hard.

The knotweed, the bandit Yiwei. Mourn my parents, give birth to me and work hard.

The bottle is gone, and the shame is maintained. The life of the fresh people is not as long as death.

There is no father, and there is no mother. If you go out, you will be a shirt, and if you enter, you will be in the middle.

My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me. Raise me and raise me.

Take care of me, return to me, and go in and out of my belly. If you want to repay the virtue, Haotian is reckless.

The South Mountain is fierce, and the wind is blowing. The people are not careful, and I am the only one who does no harm.

The law of the South Mountain, the wind of the Ferver. The people are not in the valley, and I am alone.

"Tate" is to mourn the kindness of parents, express the loneliness of losing parents and the regret of not being able to support their parents for the rest of their lives, sad and sad, sad and moving, Qing Fang Yurun called "the masterpiece of filial piety through the ages" ("The Original Book of Poetry" volume 11).

A loving mother loves her son, not for retribution. Han Liu An.

In October, the fetus is heavy, and the three lives are light. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

One foot and three inches of baby, ten and eight years of work. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

The mother is called the child lying dry, and the mother is sleeping wet. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

The mother and the child have not been seen, and the child is uneasy. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

The old mother is 100 years old and often misses her 80 sons. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

The former mother is here, and the prodigal son does not feel cold. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

Thousands of loves, thousands of graces, love me, who know my parents? "Children's Language".

The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, pulling up the sleeves of her shirt and leaving it behind. Tang Han Yu Mu Yi Hui Tong tube, Wu Su Shen Mang Silent Night Terrace. "Collection of Aphorisms".

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt. Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs. Tang Mengjiao.

Thank. You, who shaped my soul.

You are the beacon of the night.

You are the compass needle of the sea.

You are the breeze under the sun.

Ah, you are my dear parents!

Wishing for a son to become a dragon, hoping for a woman to become a phoenix, is your greatest wish, you can rest assured, in order to express my gratitude to you, I will help you realize this wish.

Thank. Thank you for the bright moon that lights up the night sky

Thank you for holding out the dawn

Thanks to the spring that melts the snow and ice

Thank you to the earth for nurturing the living.

Thank you to my mother for giving me life

Love makes us have the best memories.

Love gives us the most selfless love.

Perhaps the road ahead will have its ups and downs.

Perhaps the process of growing up will still falter.

But believe it

Trust us definitely.

Powered by love

Make wings with love

In the world of love

On a new journey.

Fly happily forever!

A loving mother loves her son, not for retribution. Han Liu An.

In October, the fetus is heavy, and the three lives are light. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

One foot and three inches of baby, ten and eight years of work. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

The mother is called the child lying dry, and the mother is sleeping wet. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

The mother and the child have not been seen, and the child is uneasy. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

The old mother is 100 years old and often misses her 80 sons. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

The former mother is here, and the prodigal son does not feel cold. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

Thousands of loves, thousands of graces, love me, who know my parents? "Children's Language".

The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, pulling up the sleeves of her shirt and leaving it behind. Tang Han Yu Mu Yi Hui Tong tube, Wu Su Shen Mang Silent Night Terrace. "Collection of Aphorisms".

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt. Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs. Tang Mengjiao.

I like this sentence the most: The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise but does not wait for his relatives It is a very euphemistic exhortation to people to be filial to their parents as soon as possible.

If you want to repay the favor, Haotian is reckless.

The kindness of parents to their children is vast and deep, and they want to repay it but cannot.

The poems of gratitude to parents are as follows:

Vote for me with a peach, and repay it with a plum. - The Book of Poetry "Daya Suppression"; In October, the fetus is heavy, and the three lives are light. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".The mother is called the child lying dry, and the mother is sleeping wet.

"Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".Wan Ai is gracious and suffering, who knows my parents if I love me? "Children's Language".Xi Mengmu, choose a neighbor. If you don't learn, you will be cut off.

The Book of Three Characters" > What is the cowardice without a father, and what is the fear without a mother? - The Book of Songs; The virtue of the father, the inheritance of the child, the kindness of life in the world, the kindness of the parents is like the depth of the sea, the return date is not splendid, don't be grateful in the end. ——Twenty-six Rhymes for Li Xiaoshu"; In an instant, the wheel returned, and I was grateful for the providence of God.

Cherish the slave Jiao, Lou Qixiao Palace"; A loving mother loves her son, not for retribution. - Liu An.

The old mother is 100 years old and often misses her 80 sons. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs. - The Wanderer's Song; and Jun Shishi are brothers, and they are married to the unfinished cause of the next life; The mother is hanging and Huitong is in charge, and Wusu is silent and silent.

The mother and the child have not been seen, and the child is uneasy. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".Don't be happy if you have a child, don't sigh if you don't have a child. - Han Yu; Mourn my parents, give birth to me, and work hard. - The Book of Songs; The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, pulling up the sleeves of her shirt and leaving it behind. - Han Yu;

The former mother is here, and the prodigal son does not feel cold. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".One foot and three inches of baby, ten and eight years of work. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".It is grateful, and the rusty short knife is full of clouds; Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

Tang Mengjiao's "The Wanderer's Yin"; The miserable snowy night in Chaimen, at this time, it is better to have a son than nothing. - Qing Huang Jingren's "Farewell Mother".

Ciwu lost his mother, dumb and mournful. Day and night do not fly, and keep the old forest all year round. ——Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi's "Ciwu Night Cry".

Mother's love is like a mountain, father's love is like a mountain, and the kindness of parents is long! Mother's love is boundless, father's love is like the sea! The love of parents is so deep and wide! The following selection of poems to thank parents is organized by the college entrance examination, and more classic poems and verses are all in the college entrance examination, I hope you will support more.

Parents' love is like a cup of strong tea, which needs to be savored.

If mother's love is a boat, carrying us from youth to maturity;

Then father's love is a sea, giving us a happy harbor.

If the true feelings of the mother ignite the hope in our hearts;

Then the father's love will be the sail that puffs up our voyage.

Maternal love. There is a love no matter where you are.

You can feel her warmth.

There is a love that no matter what danger you are in.

You can feel her heartbeat.

You are happy, she is happy.

You mourn, she weeps.

Only her. It never needs to be treasured.

But never forget.

Father. Hazy times.

Father. It's a big mountain.

Sit on his shoulder.

You can always see far, far away.

When sensible. Father.

It's a stubborn pine.

That's when I found out. My weight is so heavy, so heavy.

And now. Father.

You are a deep poem.

The son read silently.

Tears flowed softly.

Ancient Style: Mother's Ballad.

Hu Bingyan] is innocent and splendid, and the plain dress is clean and flawless.

The red line is tied to the couple, and the scenery is beautiful to the in-law's house.

Reserved and virtuous, the neighbor is good, and ten people have seen ten people and praised them.

Raise the case and live together, respect and love each other.

The god-given elves fell to the ground, and they did not leave to raise a baby for a while.

The mother's blood drips with hope, and wiping the feces will not annoy the urine.

The stove in winter and the palm fan in summer are always taken care of.

As soon as there is a disaster and runs to the hospital, I can't let go of my impatience.

Needlework and fine sewing of the body, clean and clean clothes.

The morning bears the cold dew and the evening bears the twilight, and the pick-up and drop-off has been tenacious for several years.

Work tirelessly and diligently, no regrets only for the family.

In the summer, he did farm work in the hot sun, and in winter, he spun cotton yarn in the dim light.

Day after day, year after year, cowardly Ziyan has grown up.

The figure is ricketic and staggering, and the blue frost is covered with hair.

The cold door is reclining and colorless, and there is a little sadness on the cheeks.

The courtyard is deep and cold, and the six gods have no main body.

The big house is guarded alone, who will care about the mother?

- The Wanderer's Song;

Tang Mengjiao. The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt.

Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.