Two stories about ancient poems, I need them tonight, urgently!

1. Meng Jiao misses his mother. It is said that during the Dezong period of the Tang Dynasty, Meng Jiao was appointed as the county lieutenant of Liyang County, Jiangsu Province.

One night, he was reading in the study. After reading for a while, he felt a little tired, so he stood up and walked to the window.

At this time, the bright moon was in the sky outside the window, and the evening breeze was blowing gently.

He looked up at the bright moon, feeling homesick.

Recalling that I studied hard for decades, it was not until I was in my fifties that I became a Jinshi and became a small county captain.

In the past few decades, how much effort the old mother has put into herself!

Every time I go to Beijing to take the exam, my gray-haired old mother is always busy preparing her luggage before going out.

Especially the night before going out this time, my mother sat under the dim oil lamp, sewing clothes for herself stitch by stitch.

As she sewed, her mother muttered in a low voice: "Sew more stitches and make them more dense, so that they are strong and durable. Take care of your health when you go out, and come back early, so that your mother won't worry about you at home..." At that time, I listened to

His mother's heart-warming words, looking at his mother's wrinkled face and frosty white hair, Meng Jiao felt sad and his eyes were moist... He deeply felt how great maternal love is, just like

The spring sunshine is so warm.

Meng Jiao thought of this, and a wave of passion reverberated in his chest.

He returned to the desk and wrote: The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wanderer.

Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return.

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

2. Lu You, a patriotic poet of the Southern Song Dynasty, was attacked many times by the Zhuhe faction because of his insistence on resisting the Jin Dynasty.

In 1166 AD, the forty-two-year-old Lu You was dismissed from office.

With no way to serve his country, Lu You returned to his hometown of Shanyin (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang) with full of grief and indignation.

He shut himself up at home and studied all day long, often sitting alone until late at night with a green lantern.

In April of the next year, drums and flutes were played everywhere in the countryside to prepare for the Spring Society (the day of worshiping the God of the Earth), and there was a joyful atmosphere.

Lu You suddenly wanted to see the Western Mountains twenty miles away.

So he set out with his walking stick.

As we walked, the mountain road gradually became winding.

After walking for more than an hour, the crowds gradually became sparse.

When he climbed up a slope and looked around, he saw mountains and rivers ahead, and the road was cut off. It seemed that he could no longer move forward.

Lu You was very interested and refused to look back. He walked dozens of steps along the hillside and turned the corner of the mountain. Suddenly, not far ahead, an empty valley appeared. A small village was hidden among the green willows and red flowers (the willows are dark and the flowers are bright), as if

The legendary peach blossom garden.

Lu You was very happy and walked into this small village. The simple-dressed and innocent villagers entertained the guest with wax wine they brewed.

With this unforgettable experience and feeling, Lu You cheered up again.

He wrote "Visiting Shanxi Village": Mo Xiao's farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors.

Mountain darkly, vista.

The flutes and drums follow the spring society, and the clothes and hats are simple and ancient.

From now on, if I am allowed to take advantage of the moonlight, I will knock on the door all the time and night with my stick.