Poem about mother's confinement 1. Poems about mother (ten sentences)
Poems praising mother:
A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return. Liu An [Korea]
In October, the baby is heavy and the reward is light. Song of exhorting filial piety
One-foot-three baby, ten years and eight years' work. Song of exhorting filial piety
The mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet. Song of exhorting filial piety
The mother's bitter son has not seen it yet, and the child's mother is uneasy. Song of exhorting filial piety
My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. Song of exhorting filial piety
With a loving mother, the prodigal son does not feel cold. Song of exhorting filial piety
I didn't know my parents when I loved them. Children's language
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. Han Yu
When the mother instrument hangs down, it is bright and the night platform is silent. Motto collection
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance 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? [Tang] Meng Jiao
Yesterday, Meng Mu chose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. Three Character Classic
Mother, the first relative in the world; Motherly love is the first love in the world. Strict words
The only unpolluted love in the world is maternal love. Strict words
When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is the partner of failure. zheng zhenduo
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. The Book of Songs
What's wrong with having no father? What's wrong with not having a mother? The Book of Songs
A father's virtue is a son's legacy. Strict words
Parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. Motto couplets
Don't be happy with children, and don't sigh without children. Han Yu
Everyone knows that it is good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women will make people old. Wang Jian
All parents in the world; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi
Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. Motto Lian Bi
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nursed me, cared for me and answered me. The Book of Songs
Father is not kind, son is not filial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy. Yan Zhitui [Southern and Northern Dynasties]
There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, no strict teachers and friends outside, and few people can succeed. [Song] Lv Gongzhu
Parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents. Motto Lian Bi
In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over. Fei Xiaotong
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! Send mom home.
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother. At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. Bai Juyi's "Selected Poems of Yan"
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. Han Yu's Whose Son is Selected
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. Wang Anshi's Tenth Five-Year Plan
I went to worship the mother river beam, and I was worried about my tears. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
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. Jiang Shiquan's Home at the End of the Year
First frost, Lu Hua, tears wet her skirt, bald and helpless. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock. Yu Gong's Missing Mother
The river is too wide to sail, so I don't know if it is safe. When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more! Ni Ruizhen's Mother Memory
2. What sentences describe confinement?
1. Generally, pregnant women will be very weak after giving birth. Just as in Britain, pregnant women are traditionally required to stay indoors after giving birth, in China, mothers who have just given birth must be confined to their confinement.
2. Bedding and defecation can keep you healthy, the crescent moon of nails implies health, papaya can breast enlargement, vitamin C can prevent colds, artificial eggs, fruit juice and seafood can't be eaten together, the source of NINEONE with acidic constitution, radiation protection suits for pregnant women, and don't wash your hair during menstruation and confinement. The friends shouted and were beaten countless times. How many tricks have you taken?
When Ann told about yesterday, he felt sad and choked up. "He once said that it is necessary to see her wrapped in white gauze, and when she gives birth to a child, she will be the godfather and accompany her to confinement." These words are still in my ears.
If you don't take good care of your body after delivery, you will fall into' moon disease'. When you are old, you will be in trouble, and you will grow old quickly without confinement. Why else do foreigners look older than us?
I was pregnant in May and October, and I blew a pillow wind in my husband's ear for ten months. The central content is nothing more than one: don't let my mother-in-law help me sit on the moon.
6. Niangjiu is a classic dish of Hakkas, and drinking Niangjiu is a common custom of Hakkas. On holidays, guests and friends are indispensable to Niang wine, and Hakka women also have the habit of "confinement", so they must use Niang wine to recuperate their bodies.
7. Because my husband is a real estate agent, he is often in the field. When she was pregnant, Vivienne Liu thought about finding a home confinement center to give birth.
8. As Canada is the same as the United States, children born to foreign temporary visitors in China can obtain citizenship immediately, so the news that pregnant women in China are giving birth locally is also heard from time to time, and the confinement center is also profitable.
9. Northerners often hang a red cloth on the door during confinement, which means to remind outsiders not to go in and disturb, let alone make a loud noise.
10. During confinement, women are weak, which leads to listlessness, palpitations and difficulty sleeping. In order to regulate your body, you can use yam, bazi and longan beef soup as diet therapy. Drinking it can tonify qi and blood, beautify and strengthen the body, which is most suitable for lying-in women.
1 1. In the eyes of China netizens who have always stressed the importance of "confinement", it is wrong for Kate to blow and stand outdoors like this, and she will definitely get sick in the future.
12, during the confinement period, the parturient must supplement enough nutrition, but it does not mean that the whole pot of soup must be eaten during the confinement period, or an old hen or pig's trotters must be stuffed into the stomach every day.
13, Feng Qun, deputy general manager of the hotel, said that although the "confinement" in five-star hotels is expensive, it has been favored by many young mothers, and as many as 10 people have stayed at the same time.
14, in fact, it is time to have a baby after the college entrance examination! Summer vacation confinement, university with children! When you don't want to attend class, ask your roommate to take the children to help you sign in. The university has enough time to accompany the baby to grow up healthily! The baby was born under the influence of university higher education! After graduation, the children are four years old and sensible and not noisy. Let's fight for it. Anyway, we have a family line.
15. So, after they came home, they ate well every day like confinement, and soon their capacity rose from 80 kg to 88 kg. At this point, her face is not as black and blue as before, and there is no trace of blood.
3. Poems and ancient poems about mothers
1, Wandering Sons
Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance 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?
Translation:
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?
2. "Don't be an old mother"
Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
Translation:
Because I had to go to He Liang to make a living, I opened the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying and my tears dried up. On this snowy night, it's a pity that we can't be filial to our mother, but we have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. What's the use of adopting a son? I still don't want it.
3, "Mother Biezi"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying. General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year. Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan. New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side. It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home. At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.
With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated. It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females. It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl. I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you.
Translation:
Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. The sunshine in the daytime seems to have lost its luster because of sadness, and the crying is infinitely miserable. The family lives in Chang 'an, Kansai, and her husband is a general in a high position. Last year, he was awarded a knighthood for his outstanding military exploits. I also got a reward of 2 million, so I married a bride as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade in Luoyang.
If the bride is not satisfied when she comes, she will ask her husband to abandon her wife; She is the lotus in his palm, and I am the nail in their eyes. It is human nature to like the new and hate the old, and it is not enough to be sad. I will pack my bags and leave helplessly. But sadly, her husband's family still has two biological children left. One can walk by the bed and the other can sit up.
The sitting child is crying, and the walking child is clutching my clothes. You and your wife are new lovers, but you never let our mother and son meet again. At this moment, my heart is full of unspeakable sadness. People's fickle feelings are not as good as the black magpie in the forest. Mothers don't leave their chicks, and males always take care of them.
This scene is like a peach tree in the backyard. The petals that once covered the greenhouse have fallen with the wind, and the young fruits will still hang on the top of the tree to experience frost, snow and rain. Rookie, rookie, listen to me. There are countless beautiful women in Luoyang Red Chamber. I hope the general will achieve something in the future and marry a more exquisite bride than you.
4. "Xuan Mo Figure 1"
Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian
Brilliant day lily flowers, Luosheng North Hall. The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit?
A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk. May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful.
Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.
Translation:
Brilliant daylily was born under the North Hall. The south wind blows the day lily, swaying for whom to confide fragrance? A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's hard for a wanderer to travel far away! The support for parents is alienated every day, and the news of children is not reached every day. Looking up at a cloud forest, I am ashamed to hear the sound of the birds, and I still miss it.
5. "National wind, high wind and triumphant wind"
Pre-Qin Dynasty: 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.
4. Poems about Mother
Balkos de Paper
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I never want to throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-Save it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I am still not discouraged, folding every day,
I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This is your beloved daughter Wan Shui Qian Shan who folded it with tears.
Begging him to bring her love and sadness home.
Balkos de Paper
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I never want to throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-Save it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I am still not discouraged, folding every day,
I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This is your beloved daughter Wan Shui Qian Shan who folded it with tears.
Begging him to bring her love and sadness home.
mother
Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming.
There are many birds in its nest.
The storm in my heart is coming.
I only hide in your arms.
Mom!
This fragmentary article
Can you have a look?
These universes
Before I go.
Always hidden in your heart.
5. Poems about Mother
A poem dedicated to mother
On the night of Mother's Day,
I let the flying waves,
Send distant condolences,
Mother's hearty smile,
Laughing at my heart is sweet as honey.
I only remember my mother's young face.
She cultivated in the blue sky and white clouds,
The green waves in the field are covered by vigorous figures.
She plowed beside the roaring carriage,
The focused eyes are so beautiful and serene.
Yes, everyone has their own mother.
Sweet milk,
Full of my young blood,
In the mother's arms,
My happiness grows slowly.
The first time I left my mother,
I saw my mother's tears flowing silently.
Turning my eyes, I suddenly found that,
It turns out that mom is the paradise of that family.
No matter the ends of the earth, no matter spring, summer, autumn and winter,
Mother's concern, in my heart forever,
The warmth of home is always recalled in my heart.
Mother wore a wide apron,
She leaned against the kitchen door and smiled at me.
Watch me eat, watch me happy and sad.
When I fall into this world, my heart is twisted,
It's mother, who let me out of the fog of confusion,
It was my mother who washed away my pain and vicissitudes.
My mother!
When youth is gone,
When wrinkles and white hair overflow your heart,
The only constant is that,
This is your tenacity and strength.
Every time,
In the softest part of the atrium,
Miss you, worry about you,
I like dreaming in quiet nights,
Look at the blooming daisies on your face,
Oh, mom, my dear mom!
Now, you are north of the Yangtze River,
And I, on the south side of the Yangtze River,
The wide river can't stop the shuttle of time and space.
Because your blood is gurgling in my body.
In a vague dream,
Mother fixed it as an oil painting,
In this painting, there are white clouds, blue sky and sunshine.
Mom's smile is like the beautiful Mona Lisa.
That's an eternal smile, that's maternal love.
6. Poems about Mother ★
1, Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons.
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance 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?
2. Selected poems of Bai Juyi's Yan Shi Liu Sao.
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.
3. Han Yu's Whose Son
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn.
4. 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.
5. Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
I went to worship the mother river beam, and I was worried about my tears.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
6. Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving 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.
7. Song Lingyun's father's memory
Wu's book is broken. What do you hate everywhere?
The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and borrows the wind to ask for daily life several times.
8, Yu Gong "Mu Si"
First frost, Lu Hua, tears wet her skirt, bald and helpless.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
9. Ni Ruizhen's mother memory
The river is too wide to sail, so I don't know if it is safe.
When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more!
10, Peng Gui's "My brother came at the beginning of the capital, very happy"
How many tears have been dyed to sew clothes.
1 1, Zhu Ziqing's back.
7. Poems about Mother
The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk. -Wang Mian's "Figure 1 of Xuan Mo"
After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white. -Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
In the colorful fifteenth year, before trying to be a loving mother. -Meng Haoran's "Send Zhang into Jingzhou"
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. -Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
8. Poems about Mother
From the day I was born, I fell in love with my mother's face-I stared at the slanting sunset, and the hippo carried the moon and the new stars, which were full of my sadness. My thoughts swim loudly in the ink, and my pen is full of summer thoughts on the manuscript paper. My eyebrows were twisted out of the muddy night, and my mother's messy hair was twisted out. In a delicate rain, by the river in my hometown, I remembered my mother's beauty and gentleness. I thought of my mother's smile, and acacia climbed up my cheeks. I am every cheerful river in the moonlight, and my dream lies on the riverbed of my hometown, with a hot land. My mother's eyes are full of traces of time. I stared at the years. Like a sickle waiting for autumn harvest. I swing in the sweet fruit. My autumn belongs to the season of poetry. Every memory of my hometown lives in my mind. A flock of sparrows flew in to grab all the poems related to dreams. I'm a kid with a slingshot. Suddenly, my eyes filled with tears. My eyes fly along the rolling mountains, overlooking the dreamy colors of human beings. Swallows flew to me and whispered kindly. I playfully hung upside down on the branch, playing with the secret of my palm print. Those wild vegetables, stones and rabbits, I walked through the night with the torch of spring, stood on the barren hills with the wings of my poems, and the eagle swept over to grab the mature grains. I sang songs in the early morning of autumn, and I selflessly planted my childhood longing and passion in the happy countryside. The language of poetry is now silent wheat. I lay peacefully in the eyes of fireflies, and my poems took me to heaven. Inadvertently picked up the wings of a pair of waterfowl and outlined a blue sky of their own. I walked under the willow leaves in May, and gained my moist eyes. My mind is surrounded by crazy desires. I am an affectionate person, telling the story of this river. I saw my father wriggling painfully. My father lost the dam on that bright night. Now, I put my father's smile and silent river into my burning dream and burn yellow November with moldy poems. I saw my mother's thin back and tenderness for my father. Her love for her father is buried in a mountain of loyalty. I don't know how to comfort me I tried to make a law on the crazy river and install poetry stones to stop the living body in the rainy season. I entered the language. Walking into a river, I drew a pair of angry eyes on the shore of the rising tide. My mother struggled to crawl in tearing pain. The years passed slowly on her mottled forehead. In the wet rainy season, her hard bones and muscles were soaked by a kind of rheumatism. I tried to turn all the poems into distilled medicinal liquor, sprinkle them on the wheat field in May, let the flames grow wantonly in the wheat field, let the language run rapidly in her veins, and let the poems be freed from pain. After my parents couldn't walk upright, I lost my memory overnight. I have been talking about the fate of grass with my mouth open like a scalper. I became a sleepy pig. I ate tons of grain and thoughts day and night. My mother planted my life in Yuan Ye's hometown with tears in her eyes. The silent century came back to life in my soul. I have always been that stubborn person. I gave birth to a fresh breath in the land where I breathed. I planted the seeds of poetry in Yuan Ye. I am looking forward to the growth of poetry. After sowing, my sick mother had food for the winter. I tried to bury myself with the words of my soul. In fact, I have long been captured by poetry. Father also became one of those smooth stones, a string of strong eyes opened in the soft moonlight, and a string of fruits crossed the high peaks. Father's figure gradually became a fossil of poetry in the biting cold wind. My soul is in the light of his spirit. I walked through the night and trudged through my tenacious rings. Holding the stars and flames high above my head, my dry eyes were pierced by the pain of a long arrow. Finally, my soul returned to the middle of the river. I spread out a piece of manuscript paper, faded manuscript paper Many times, I used the innocence of my childhood to write about freedom and life. Perhaps, only an imaginary butterfly can dance in every corner of April, but I despise the butterfly's hospitality and don't accept her gentle caress. I hold the inspiration of flame in one hand and cheap ideas in the other. I walked through vilen, where memories spread. I am the one who is fascinated by poetry, sitting under the old locust tree to enjoy the cool. I was accidentally chewed into a sexy soybean by those glib women. I will use it in the name of poetry in May. Language In order to build that beautiful home, I am used to talking to shadows. I imagine a flying fish. I am eager to have a flying mood. I sat opposite the river, without any language, and my breathing fluctuated. At this time, those childhood days are like the river.
9. What are the poems about mothers?
1' Xi Ruoyun's mother's well-known poem didn't break my heart, son. I will forgive your heartache, but when the woman finished, she found that she was gone. Her mother once said the same thing to her. The trembling trees all over the mountain are low. Who can know what kind of stinging and infinite desolation the paper boat is separated from? 2. Send my mother Bing Xin. I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper, but keep it all the time.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I am still not discouraged, and I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wan Shui Qian Shan, ask him to take her love and sorrow home. When the rainy season came, my mother had just passed. I gave my mother half an umbrella to protect the child from the wind and rain, and my mother pushed it to me. Ah, the child under the umbrella, the mother outside the umbrella. Rain is no longer rain, but a happy and tearful day given by God to the world, just like walking on a road with frequent storms. Mother is at the forefront. Let some umbrellas for children to shelter from the wind and rain be given to mother, and mother will push them to me. Ah, the child under the umbrella, the mother outside the umbrella. Rain is no longer rain, but a tear of happiness that God sent to the world. Dear mom, I love you. I will always be your child. I will always need the touch of your palm. Dear mother, I love you as deeply as a stream loves a mountain. I hug you warmly and cherish the warmth of spring selflessly. I am a wild goose flying south, with creamy tenderness. I love you, my dear mother. I love you, the smell of mountains, air and water. In my youth, you carefully designed every second of my life for me. Every minute on many bright red days, I wrote poems on your wrinkled forehead with my flowing poems and enthusiasm, picked off a bunch of the brightest roses, and pinned all my dear words on my mother. My mother said I was stupid. Roses are flowers that symbolize love. No, they are also flowers that children want to give to my mother. Unfortunately, I haven't listened to my mother's childhood jokes for a long time, and I fell asleep before listening, my mother said. Silly child, what a mother wants to say to her child has never been finished. So, she gave another song * * * 1 The life of a mother in a storm is like walking on a road with frequent storms, and her mother is at the forefront. Let her mother take some umbrellas to protect the children from the wind and rain, and her mother will push them to me. Ah, the child under the umbrella, the mother outside the umbrella, rain is no longer rain, but a drop of happy tears sent by God to the world. 2. Hard-working people can leave their bodies, but people won't, just as we won't forget our ancestors and mothers. Mother is the quilt on our body. Without her, we will feel cold. Mother is the salt in vegetables, and life would be tasteless without her. Mother must have her pain. Those lingering pains often hang on her face and are intertwined with our children's smiles. Tell my mother with all my dear words that my mother calls me stupid. Roses are flowers that symbolize love. No, they are also flowers that my children want to give to my mother. I really regret that I haven't heard my mother tell my childhood jokes for a long time. My mother said, silly child, I can never finish what my mother wants to say to her children. Even if I sleep in the grave, you will always be my concern (end).
I'm afraid I'll be late when I leave. An inch of grass speaks, three wisps of spring.
There are many.