When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Said by: Don Wang Wei, I miss my Shandong brothers on vacation in the mountains.
Being alone is always a bit bleak, and I miss my distant relatives every time I go to the Double Ninth Festival. Far away, I feel sorry for myself when I think of my brothers climbing high with dogwood.
2. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
From: Ode to a Wanderer by Tang Meng Jiao.
A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
3. My parents heard the woman coming, so I went out to help Guo.
As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup.
When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep.
Said by: Anonymous Mulan Ci in the Northern Dynasties.
When parents heard that their daughter was back, they helped each other out of the city to meet them. When my sister heard that she was back, she dressed up across the door. When I heard that my sister was back, I sharpened my knife and slaughtered pigs and sheep.
After three months of war, a message from hometown is worth a ton of gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Said by: Tang Du Fu's Spring Hope.
The continuous war has continued until now, and there are few letters from home. A letter is worth two thousand gold. Worried, scratching my head, my white hair is getting shorter and shorter, and I can't insert it.
Oh, my brothers, what's the point of my life without you? .
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
Said by: Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night.
Brothers are scattered, and life and death are homeless. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, not to mention frequent wars.