Sentences that praise people for their high moral character and filial piety

1. "The Song of the Wandering Son" Meng Jiao in the Tang Dynasty

The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the body of the wandering boy.

Before leaving, I am worried that I will return later.

Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.

Note: The kind mother, with needle and thread in her hand, rushes to make new clothes for her child who is about to travel far.

Before leaving, she was busy sewing the clothes tightly, worrying that the child would not come back for a long time after leaving.

Who can say that Xiaocao's filial piety is just like Xiaocao's difficulty in repaying the sunshine in spring, so how can a son repay his mother's deep kindness?

2. "Arrived Home at the End of the Year" by Jiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty

My love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are freshly inked.

When we meet, we pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships. I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust.

Note: A mother’s love for her children is endless. When I came home during the Chinese New Year, my mother was so happy! She is sewing cotton clothes for me. The needle and thread are densely sewn, and the letter I sent home has just been received, and the ink is still fresh.

As soon as I met my mother, she lovingly said that I had lost weight and asked me repeatedly whether it was hard for me to live outside. I lowered my head in shame, not daring to tell her about my wandering situation.

3. "Crossing the Lingding Ocean" by Wen Tianxiang of the Southern Song Dynasty

After a hard encounter, there are only a few stars in the fight.

The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind flutters and the catkins float, and the life experience is ups and downs, and the rain and the rain are scattered.

Afraid to say panic on the beach, sigh alone in the ocean.

Who has never died since ancient times? Keep your loyalty to reflect history.

Note: Looking back on my early years of hard work in transitioning from the imperial examination to becoming an official, it has been four years since the war broke out. The country is in danger like willow catkins in the strong wind, and the ups and downs of my life are like duckweeds in the rain, drifting without roots and rising and sinking.

The disastrous defeat in Panpantan makes me still terrified. Ling Dingyang was trapped in Yuanlu, but I felt lonely and alone. Who has been able to live forever since ancient times? I want to leave a piece of patriotic loyalty reflected in the annals of history.

4. "Song of Lime" by Yu Qian of the Ming Dynasty

Thousands of hammers carved out the deep mountains, and the fire burned them as if nothing happened.

Don’t be afraid of your bones being shattered into pieces, you must remain innocent in this world.

Note: Limestone can only be mined from the mountains after tens of millions of hammerings. It treats the burning of raging fire as a very common thing. Even if his body is broken into pieces, he is not afraid and is willing to leave his innocence in this world.

5. "Inscription on the Humble Room" by Liu Yuxi

If the mountain is not high, it will be famous if there are immortals. If the water is not deep, if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. This is a humble house, but I am virtuous. The moss marks are green on the upper steps, and the grass color is green on the curtains. There are scholars who talk and laugh, but there are no idle people when coming and going.

You can tune the piano and read the Golden Sutra. There are no messy ears of silk and bamboo, and there is no laborious shape of case documents. Zhugelu in Nanyang, Yunting in Western Shuzi. Confucius said: "What's so shameful?"

Note: A mountain is not necessarily high because it is famous if there are immortals living there. Water does not necessarily have to be deep. If there is a dragon, it can become supernatural water. This is a humble house, known only for my good character. The moss is green, and when you climb up the steps, the green grass is reflected in the curtain. Those who talked and laughed together were all erudite scholars, and there were no illiterate people who interacted with each other.

You can play the simple guqin and browse precious Buddhist scriptures. There is no loud music here to disturb my ears, and no official documents to tire my body and mind. This is like Zhuge Liang's thatched cottage in Nanyang, and like the pavilion of Yangziyun in Western Shu. Confucius said: "What is so simple?"