The wanderer chants the thread in Meng Jiao\’s loving mother\’s hand, and the wanderer wears the clothes on his body. Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light. I send Zhang Shenming\’s scriptures and tribute to Meng Haoran of Jingzhou Province in the 15th year of Caiyi, in front of his loving mother. Xiaolian pays tribute every year, and carries oranges to Qinchuan. Four people were promoted, and the middle doctor Xu Zhongxuan. Who wouldn’t admire the gods while boating on the river? A video lesson on ancient poetry about the twenty-four solar terms. His son, Han Yu, was neither crazy nor crazy. His son, Han Yu, went to the prince\’s house to praise the Taoist priest. The white-headed old mother covers the door and cries, and rolls up the broken sleeves of her shirt. The bride with green eyebrows was twenty years old. She was sent home and cried through the city. Maybe he wants to learn how to play Feng Sheng, and admires Ling Fei as much as Xiao Shi. It is also said that the customs of the time are light and ordinary, and people try their best to obtain high-ranking positions through dangerous and strange practices. Although there are legends about gods, those who know them all know that they are delusional. A sage, a virtuous king, and a wise man can be deceived, but why should he die in a poor mountain? Oh my brother, Yu Xincheng, I am willing to teach you from beginning to end. It is not too late to punish him if he does not punish him by admonishing him for his advice on hundreds of political affairs. Whoever has sympathy for his friends and relatives can write this poem to me as a gift. The poem about swallows shows that there are two swallows on the beam of Bai Juyi, Liu Sou, a male and a female. Between two rafters holding mud, four children were born in one nest. The four children have long days and long nights, and they are asking for food diligently. Caterpillars are difficult to catch, and the yellow mouth has no period of satiety. Although the claws are eager to be worn out, the mind is not tired. After a while, I am still afraid of hunger in the nest. After thirty days of hard work, the mother becomes thinner and the chick becomes fatter. He murmured teaching words and brushed his sweaters one by one. Once its wings are fully fledged, it leads up to the branches of the garden. He lifts his wings without looking back and flies in all directions with the wind. The male and female scream in the air, but they never come back. But I went into an empty nest, chirping sadly all night long. Yan Yan, don\’t be sad, you should go back and think about yourself. Si\’er is a young child, flying high and carrying his mother on his back. My parents thought about it then, but you should know it today. Yuzhang\’s luggage is white and the wind blows on behalf of the horse, and it supports Luyang Pass in the north. Wu soldiers shine on the sea and snow, when will they return to the west? Halfway across the river to Liaojin, Huang Yun looked miserable. The old mother said goodbye to her son, calling to the sky among the wild grass. White horses circle the flags, chasing each other with mournful sounds. The white poplars fall in the bitter autumn moon and fall early in the Yuzhang Mountains. Originally from the Xiu Ming Dynasty, he had no time to kill prisoners. Wouldn\’t it be a pity to die in battle to eliminate the evil and stubbornness for the king? The jade stone has no feathers, so it is not afraid of danger and hardship. The building and boat are like whales flying, and the waves are swaying in Luoxing Bay. This song cannot be played, the three armies have spots on their temples. Ciwu cries at night. Bai Juyi Ciwu has lost his mother and is hoarse and mourning. He does not fly away day and night, and keeps his 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. All the birds have no mothers. You alone are deeply saddened. It should be that the mother is kind and caring, so that you are not allowed to accept your sorrow. In the past, there was a man named Wu Qi, whose mother died and did not come. Alas, this disciple\’s heart is not as good as that of a bird. Ciwu is the most famous among birds. When Li Shangyin was sending his mother back to his hometown, he stopped the car and looked around blankly, making me a prisoner in Chu. Sentiment arose from it, and tears choked my throat. My loving mother is seriously ill and wants to see a famous doctor. I\’m in a hurry to pick up my car, but the sky won\’t spare me! If there is nothing to repay for maternal love, what more can you ask for in life! Mother farewells her son, Bai Juyi. Mother farewells her son, and her son farewells her mother. There is no light in the day and the sound of crying is painful. The general of the Kansai Hussars, Xin Ce Xun was defeated last year. The imperial edict granted him two million yuan, and Luoyang welcomed people like flowers. New people are welcomed and old people are abandoned, the lotus in the palm is a thorn in the eye. It is not enough to be sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, but it is sad to leave two children in your family. At first, he was helping to walk, and at the same time, he was sitting. When he was sitting, he was crying and holding people\’s clothes while he was walking. Your husband and wife, Xin Yanwan, separated my mother and my son. It is not as good as the crows and magpies in the forest, the mother does not lose her young, the male and the female. It should be like the peach and plum trees in the garden, the flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newbies, newbies, listen to my words, Luoyang Unlimited Red Mansion Girl. I hope the general will be able to make more contributions and that there will be new people better than you. Mo Xuan\’s picture: One of the king\’s crowns is filled with daylily flowers, and Luo is born in the north hall. The south wind blows his heart and shakes itVomiting for whom? A loving mother leans on her door with love, but a wanderer\’s journey is painful. The sweet taste is sparse every day, and the sound is blocked every day. Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise bird. Farewell to my mother Huang Zhongze, I tied up the curtains and went to pay homage to my mother, Heliang. I was so worried that my eyes were drying up with tears. It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time. Remembering my mother, Ni Rui, the river is so vast that it is difficult for me to cross it. I don’t know whether safety is close or not. In the dark, I shed tears of missing my dear ones, but I\’m afraid I will shed more tears of missing my children! Buxu Sikong Tu\’a\’s mother taught Buxu, and Sanyuan Chang sent down the Penghu. The rhymes 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 15th, Wang Anshi sent his mother to Han Valley and left her home in Bai Han Yin. When the moon comes out and Du Yu is heard, the north and the south are always concerned. Jiang Shiquan arrived home at the end of the year, his love for his son was endless, and he was very happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are freshly inked. When I met, I felt pity for my thin body, and I called my son to ask about my hardships. I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust. To the west, Cimu\’s tomb is Chen Quji. It is high on the top of the mountain and the shadow of the sun is dim. At dusk, there are only a few birds sitting alone. In the forest, I was dripping wine and weeping, but I didn\’t see Ding Ning telling me to go home early. Missing the mother and Gong Shuang, the reed flowers and tears wet their clothes, and their white heads no longer lean on the wood door. During the yellow plum rain last May, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice.