How old was Ren Shen in the Republic of China? What year was Ren Shen?

How long has Ren Shen been commemorating his father?

: Wang Zhide

In the year of 20 17, I was in Dingyou, 1 1 month 14, and I was sad everywhere, falling out of thin air, and my father and son separated. When will it be interrupted and when will the sky fall? Peng Zu 800 After all, the dust settled, my father was old and my son was sad? Light flies, January flies. Today, on May 7th, the bright moon is in the sky, and the auspicious atmosphere is full of myriad things. Plum blossoms are dark and in bud. The unfilial son prepared incense, three sacrifices, wine glasses, and all unfilial utensils, which were sacrificed to the spirits of the princes and hanged themselves.

Alas, father, drive the crane west! Climb Dayu back! I hate the incompetence of unfilial children and can't kneel all the time. So I sent my 80-year-old father to a nursing home, thinking that I could spend my old age safely. I won't be lonely and helpless if someone brings tea and rice. Who knows, a disease became a disease, the ground became cold, tea and rice were neglected, and few people took care of it. I was shocked by the bad news and took it back overnight. I just hope I can turn my luck into good luck. Near the grave! Suddenly, it's time! The son cried to heaven, but the East China Sea could not find the medicine for regret. The son was deeply grieved, and God could not bring back the voice of his loving father. Go to the water, parents of all things! Turn one's lifelong love for his son into love for his grandson. Why doesn't my heart hurt? Only my generation is ignorant. Reading that idle book, telling a dream of red mansions with that leisure ended in vain, so that I could fly away and live a long life ... I cried my eyes out and no one took care of me in front of the sofa. Why should I enjoy the evening scenery and make me cry? The last years ... only attracted the benefits of impermanence and took my loving father away alive. I should have lived for a few more years.

Oh! Hurt my father, ruined my liver and intestines, touched the scene and was unforgettable. When I see your clothes, my heart is sad and my voice is smiling. Recalling my father's past, tears, spring breeze and peaches and plums, I can't go back. There are a lot of barren graves, dew is sad, and even the sky is sad for grass, where to recruit. Burning a fire, a wisp of smoke, life is also He Huan, why bother to die? Is the body in the water coffin safe? Can you find the handwriting on the tombstone?

I vaguely remember that your staggering figure in the sunset is always so reluctant to part with you, struggling to watch your children go home after visiting for a long time. Dad, I don't know your personality, but I just want to go back to my old house. Every time, my son didn't harden his heart, but secretly made a wish in his heart. This year, I will take you home during the Spring Festival. Next year, next year, I will wait for you. Who knows, who knows, you can't wait. Dad, how can you break your promise? You promised your son to go home for the New Year. You promised to give your grandchildren lucky money.

Last night, the west wind startled the dream, and filial piety turned into water to light a lamp. Since then, the two have never seen each other again, and the loess is three feet deep. Thunder thundered, forbearing his father's orders to return to Yin, and his son knelt before him and cried bitterly, which made things worse. Wearing heavy hemp and sadness, the frost is still cold in the center of the earth, looking up at the bright moon on the horizon, the shadow only sighs. Life is like waking up from a dream. Anyone who sees filial children and grandchildren will stay outside, and no one will send you all the way.

I miss my father. I am very affectionate. As a farmer, I am warm-hearted and beautiful! Accompanied by the yellow land, I shoulder the burden of the sun and the moon, and I work hard all my life, except transplanting seedlings and leaving leaves behind, and chopping wood? There's no one in front. Born in March 14, Ren Shen, the Japanese invaders were rampant, the country was in peril, his father was dead at the age of three, he was hungry and cold, and he was orphaned and widowed. How does he make a living? Seven-year-old child laborers graze for others, with no clothes to cover their bodies and no food to cover their stomachs. They only hope to get two acres of fertile land. Who knows that the bad mother's life is in danger, suddenly leaving three orphans, catching fish for food in the river and eating wild fruits in the mountains to satisfy her hunger. How could she look back on her childhood and suddenly step into youth? Beautiful, dad! Handsome, young and handsome, he stole Lubang's art, made a big table with his waist locked at a glance, and made a trampoline that made eyes at him. It is said that my father was very clever when he was a child. He led the army across the road and lost his Japanese son, so he survived. Sigh that young people can't join the army and watch millions of heroes cross the river. Nai's family is poor and can't go to school, or you don't know how to serve your country.

It hurt my father! I have an unforgettable memory, so why should I suffer from poverty? Although he didn't go to school for a day, he talked about learning after reading a lot of poems. Three emperors and five emperors, a hundred schools of thought contend, Qin Huang Hanwu, Tang Zong and Song Zu actually know a little. One hundred and eight generals, like a few treasures. Ten inversions in the Tang Dynasty and thirty-six chivalrous men in the earthen jar all know that Xue Dong's expedition to the west makes sense. Yang Liulang guarded the border and talked about every word. I remember that time in Na Yue, when a bright moon rose from the sky and enjoyed the cool air under the breeze, all the villagers were there, listening to what you said.

Oh! I hurt my father, the past is like smoke, and I can't look back. Cherish your father, be full of children and have a wife who is sincere to you! Crying your guts out is just a piece of paper. I only hope that my father will not leave and go to spring to find your lover, my kind mother who left first. She will cook good food for you, and she will wait for the stars for you every day. After mom left, you suffered! My poor dad.

Fu Wei

Shangxiang

-Wang Zhi, the unfilial son, cried and wrote.

brief introduction

Wang Zhide, pen name Xiao Yang, owner of the Grand View Garden, heartless, prodigal son, male, Han nationality, native of Zongyang, Anhui Province, director of the World Chinese Poetry Association, director of the China Federation of Ci and Fu, member of the China Redology Research Association, author of the poetry collection "Walking Snow" and "Returning to the Red Chamber".

The above is about how old Ren Shen is and the sharing of Ren Shen. After reading "One Year of Ren Shen", I hope this can help everyone!