I was trapped in prison when I parked the car.

Feeling from this, sadness and tears stuck in the throat.

Fang's mother is seriously ill and wants to be a famous doctor.

The bus is very urgent today, so it is difficult to stop!

Motherly love has nothing to report, what can life expect!

Translation:

Stop the car and look around blankly, feeling like a Chu prisoner. Sadness suddenly rises from it, and sad tears are like tears in my throat. My loving mother has just had a serious illness, so I want to send her to see a famous doctor. But just when the car was in urgent need of shuttle service, God ruthlessly took away my loving mother! Mother cannot repay her kindness. Can she pursue other things in life?

2, "Buxu" Tang Dynasty: Si Kongtu

A mother failed to teach, and three yuan was sent to the kettle.

Shao Yunyun vulgar stop Yao color, Luan River low flying brush treasure furnace.

Translation:

My mother taught me to walk and manners herself. It seems that she came down from Penglai Fairy Island thousands of miles away. I seem to hear elegant court music and harmonious folk music played from the lyre, and I can't stop; I seem to see Luan and crane descending from the sky and hovering around the incense burner.

3. "Arriving home at the end of the year/arriving home at the end of the year" Qing: Jiang Shiquan

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.

Translation:

A mother's love for her son is endless, and the happiest thing is that a wanderer can come home before the Spring Festival. She sewed me a cotton-padded coat with dense stitches, and the handwriting and ink in the book at home were as good as ever. As soon as I saw my mother, she said with deep affection that I had lost weight and called me to ask me about the hardships of my journey. Mother and son have always been ashamed of you, and can't bear to tell the fatigue and hardship of wandering outside.

4, "Ge E" Pre-Qin: Anonymous

It's me, Polygonum hydropiper. Artemisia argyi is a bandit. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.

I am a loser, but I am a thief. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.

It is a pity that the bottle is used up. It is better to die for a long time than to live with fresh people. What if there is no father? What can I do without my mother? Get a shirt when you go out, and you're exhausted when you go in.

My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Caress me, feed me, nurture me, nurture me, take care of me, go in and out of my stomach. The virtue of wanting to repay kindness. Heaven is so chaotic!

Nanshan is fierce and the wind is blowing. I don't care, I'm alone! Nanshan method, drifting with the wind. Everyone is in the valley, I'm not alone!

Translation:

Look, mugwort has grown taller, but it's not mugwort, it's mugwort. Pity my parents, it's too hard to raise me! Look at the wormwood that snuggles up to each other, but it's not wormwood, it's Wei Pity my parents, it's too tiring to raise me! It is a shame to fill the bottle with water, because the bottom of the bottle is empty. Living alone is boring. Might as well die early. What can I rely on without my real father?

What do you depend on without your own mother? Going out for a walk is sad, and getting started is at a loss. Dad, you gave birth to me. Mom, you raised me. You protect me, love me, support my growth, nurture me, think that I don't want to leave me, go out and hug me. I want to repay my parents' kindness, and the disasters in the old society are unpredictable!

5, "Kaifeng" Pre-Qin: Anonymous

The wind blew from the south, blowing his spine. I want to die, and my mother has a reward.

The wind blows from the south, and the wind blows from the other side. God, I have no family.

Is there any cold in the spring? Under Xun. With seven children, my mother is very hard.

The yellow bird, with its voice. There are seven children, don't comfort your mother.

Translation:

The breeze is blowing from the south, blowing on the buds of jujube trees. Jujube trees are tender and strong, and mothers are busy raising children. The south wind is warm, and jujube trees grow into firewood. The mother is reasonable and kind, and she doesn't blame her if her son is not good. Cold spring water is cool, and the source is next to Junyi. The mother raised seven children, and the son grew into a tired mother. The yellowbird is singing euphemistically. It's so beautiful and noisy. It is difficult to comfort a mother who has raised seven children.