1. The thread in a loving mother's hand, the clothes on a wanderer's body.
Before leaving, I am worried that I will return later.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. (Meng Jiao: "Wandering Son's Song")
2. The beans are boiling and the beans are burning, and the beans are weeping in the cauldron.
They are born from the same roots, so there is no need to rush into conflict. (Cao Zhi: "Seven Steps Poetry")
3. When the mother-in-law hears that her daughter is coming, she goes out to help the general;
The elder sister hears that the younger sister is coming, and she is responsible for the red makeup;
The younger brother hears that the younger sister is coming, and sharpens his knife to the pigs and sheep. ("Mulan Ci")
4. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep spring vegetation.
I am moved to tears by the flowers, and the birds are frightened by the hatred.
The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.
The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope")
5. The garrison drum interrupts the pedestrian movement, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.
The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops did not stop. (Du Fu: "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night")
6. The autumn wind is seen in Luoyang city, and the desire to write is full of inspiration.
I am afraid that I can’t finish the story in a hurry, and the travelers have to open it again before leaving. (Zhang Ji: "Autumn Thoughts")
7. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere. (Wang Wei: "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th")
8. It's the winter solstice in the Handan Posthouse, and the shadows in front of the lanterns hugging the knees accompany me.
I want to sit at home late at night and talk about people traveling far away. (Bai Juyi: "Handan Homesickness on Winter Solstice Night")
9. The child held up his clothes and asked: Why is it too late to return?
***Who fights for time and wins the hair on the sideburns? (Du Mu: "Going Home")
Answer: Abstract Rice Noodles - First time entering Jianghu Level 3 1-22 20:37
Poor parents all over the world
Parental kindness
----Written to parents all over the world
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Author: Zhang Shiwei
The first cry
teared the world
Open your eyes gently
This season is moist
The language of dancing
Only parents can understand
Countless nights
They are all yours The song
awakens the dawn
countless dawns
makes your smile again
intoxicates the night
Father is your sunshine
Mother is your moon
You are your parents’ hope
The clouds in the sky
It is my father who takes care of everything The care of my mother
The stars at night
is the meticulous care of my mother
Your quiet sleep
is the greatest comfort to my parents
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The thread in a loving mother’s hand, the clothes on a wanderer’s body.
Before leaving, I am worried that I will return later.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. (Meng Jiao: "Wandering Son's Song")
The beans are boiling and the beans are weeping in the cauldron.
They are born from the same roots, so there is no need to rush into conflict. (Cao Zhi: "Seven Steps Poetry")
When the mother-in-law heard that her daughter was coming, she went out to help the general;
The elder sister heard that the younger sister was coming, and she took care of the red makeup;
When the younger brother heard that his elder sister was coming, he sharpened his knife and pointed it at the pigs and sheep. ("Mulan Ci")
The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.
I am moved to tears by the flowers, and the birds are frightened by the hatred.
The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.
The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope")
The sound of drums interrupts the pedestrian movement, and there is the sound of wild geese in the autumn.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.
The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops did not stop. (Du Fu: "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night")
The autumn wind is seen in Luoyang City, and the desire to write is full of ideas.
I am afraid that I can’t finish the story in a hurry, and the travelers have to open it again before leaving. (Zhang Ji: "Autumn Thoughts")
I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my family even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere. (Wang Wei: "Reminiscences of Shandong Brothers on September 9th")
On the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, shadows in front of lanterns hugging one's knees accompany me.
I want to sit at home late at night and talk about people traveling far away. (Bai Juyi: "Handan Winter Solstice Homesickness")
The childish child asked: Why is it too late to return?
***Who fights for time and wins the silk on the sideburns? (Du Mu: "Homecoming")