Mosquitoes are full of blood
A few hot nights passed, and the little macho was covered in knots,
The attentive mother noticed his intentions, and her eyes were moist,
"Silly child, catching mosquitoes is not no way, don't be stupid,"
She took the fierce son and got some yellow wattles, hemp willows, cypress branches, and mint,
In the evening, with firewood smoke, mosquitoes fled,
The faint fragrance of Qin's nose remained in the room, and The fierce son smiled,
The mother laughed, the father laughed, and the villagers laughed.
Neighbors and eight townships know that Wujiazhuang has a good child...
He was a child who loved to ponder, and after that he loved to ponder even more,
He followed the elders to learn to hunt, to collect medicine, to learn to weave nets,
Often work with parents to help poor and weak neighbors and lonely elderly people,
He also often went to the Taoist temple to fetch water and chop wood, dancing fists and sticks,
Learn to weave, learn carpentry, learn to press iron, learn to squeeze oil, help workers earn money,
He also learned to write and hyphenate, but he disdained to be with the officials and tycoons.
Lao Diao on July 21, 2016
Story: During the Jin Dynasty, Wu Meng's family was poor and could not afford to buy mosquito nets. In the summer, the mosquito bites, the father can not sleep peacefully, so at night Wu Meng sat naked in front of his father's bed, although the mosquitoes bit him all over the bag and did not drive away, afraid that the mosquitoes would bite his father.
History: Jin Wumeng, eight years old, filial piety. The family is poor, there is no tent, every summer night, mosquitoes save more skin. The abundance of blood is abundant, though there are many, but they do not drive them away, for fear of taking away themselves and devouring their relatives. Love your loved ones to the heart.
Wu Meng, a native of Puyang in the Jin Dynasty, knew how to honor his parents at the age of eight. The family was poor, there were no mosquito nets, and mosquito bites prevented my father from sleeping peacefully. Every summer night, Wu Meng always sat naked in front of his father's bed, allowing mosquitoes to bite without driving away, worried that mosquitoes would leave him to bite his father.
There is no tent on summer nights, and mosquitoes dare not wave. The canal is full of blood, so as not to enter the family.
Wanton poisonous mosquitoes invade the juveniles, and mosquitoes are full of gratuitous and do not eat their relatives. The blood of the full stomach was indignant, and the blood was thicker than the water filial piety Zhenjun.
Strangle the tiger to save the father
After the roar of terror, a terrible scream echoed through the field,
He thought it was an illusion: his father was desperately struggling in the mouth of the tiger!
Before he could think, the ghost made God jump on the tiger's back,
Strangling the tiger's throat fiercely, the fingers sinking deeply...
The suffocating tiger let out a deafening roar,
Flying vertically, the father and son both fell down in the field and in the grass,
Yang Xiang picked up the hoe beside him and roared angrily and struggled,
The hoe spun and hit the tiger's waist, and fled...
Lifting up his trembling father, tearing off the sweat towel and bandaging,
Blood oozed out of the white cloth, and it didn't take long for it to stop,
The villagers who sieved the gong and dragged the rake to the ground.
They gasped and shouted,
Then lift up the father and son, throw Yang Xiang all the way,
Scramble to produce wine and meat to celebrate this kind of boy!
Lao Diao on July 24, 2016
Story: When Yang Xiang of the Jin Dynasty was fourteen years old, he went to work with his father in the field, and a tiger suddenly jumped out of the road, and his father was dragged away by the tiger. Yang Xiang was unarmed, but bent on saving his father, he rushed up to fight with the tiger and grabbed Ding Tiger's neck. The tiger was frightened and fled, and both father and son escaped.
History: Jin Yangxiang, fourteen years old, tasted with his father Feng to the field to get JieSu, and his father dragged him for the tiger. Shi Xiang was unarmed, but knowing that he had a father but did not know that he had a body, he rushed forward and strangled the tiger's neck, and the tiger also died suddenly, and the father and son were spared.
Yang Xiang, a native of the Jin Dynasty. When he was fourteen years old, he went to the field with his father to cut rice, and suddenly a fierce tiger came and threw his father down and took him away, Yang Xiang was unarmed, and in order to save his father, he completely disregarded his own safety, hurriedly jumped forward, and used all his strength to choke the throat of the tiger. The tiger finally let go of his father and ran away.
Deep in the mountains meet the white tiger, trying to fight the fishy wind. Father and son are unharmed, out of the mouth.
Holding the neck of the tiger and not knowing the body, the tiger's mouth snatches the father to show filial piety. The rescue was fortunate to be out of trouble, and the father and son filial piety and family were relatives.
About the Author
Huang Shengyuan, Tujia family, Xiangxi people, born in the 1960s. Pen names, net names, Lao Diao, A Diao, Xiangxi Diao Min, Dahe Diao Zi, etc. Known for his poetry, his works are mostly found on the Internet, and his poems have represented China in the Rotterdam World Poetry Festival.
Original: Huang Shengyuan
Article review: Gu Yuchun
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