Ancient filial piety poems

Meng Jiao's ode to a wanderer

The midline of the loving mother's hand,

You get dressed.

Tight seam,

I'm afraid I will be late.

Who is careless,

Make three spring scenery.

Wang Anshi's Tenth Five-Year Plan

Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade.

When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.

Jiang Shiquan's Home at the End of the Year

I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home.

Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.

If you encounter pity, you will ask for it.

I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.

Bai Juyi's "Gorgeous Poems Flowing"

Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.

At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.

Song Lingyun's Father Memory

Wu's book is broken. What do you hate everywhere?

The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and has borrowed the wind to ask for daily life several times.

Ni Ruizhen's Mother Memory

The river is too wide to sail, so I don't know if it is safe.

When I miss my loved ones in the dark, I am afraid that I will cry even harder.

Yu Gong's Missing Mother

First frost, Lu Hua, tears wet her skirt, bald and helpless.

Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.