The following are ancient poems praising maternal love except wandering songs:
1. Pull up the curtain to worship the mother river beam, and worry about it for nothing. It's a miserable snowy night in Chai Men. It's better to have children than nothing at this time. -"Don't be an old mother" Huang Zhongze.
2. I love my son endlessly, and I am happy to be home. Cold clothes are needlework, but home letters are ink-stained. Meet with pity and thinness, and ask for bitterness. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh. -"Home at the end of the year" Jiang Shiquan.
3. People think it's good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women make people old. Short songs, no music. -"Short Songs" Wang Jian.
4. The window of Yaochi's grandmother Qi is open, and the bamboos are singing sadly. Eight Jun's three trips to Wan Li, why doesn't Mu Wang come back? -"Shangshouxing" Du Fu.
5. It's hard to see each other after I leave my mother. Two lines of clear tears hang linen. Thank him for knowing my face in the village, and finally pay homage to his master. After a hundred years of wandering without news, Wan Li Tianya cries alone. Why do you have a long life? Tears wet clothes day and night! -"Black Night" Wen Tianxiang.
6, the mother is different from the child, and the child is different from the mother. It is bitter to cry in the daytime. General Guan Xi, a title of generals in ancient times, won a new title last year. -"Mother Biezi" Bai Juyi.
7. It's difficult to sail across the river, so I don't know whether it's safe or not. When I'm in the dark, I'm afraid I'll cry more! -"Memory of Mother" Ni Rui.
8. Being a parent is the best in the world; Poems, sentences, good words and good sentences praising maternal love for children. -"aphorisms".
9. With loving eyes and tears of joy, I stared at you unblinkingly and carefully, but your vague and ignorant heart was beating instinctively, but you couldn't express your affection. You just danced around with your limbs, and you couldn't help crying loudly.
1. The old woman with a white head covered the door and cried, and the sleeves were broken. -Han Yu.
11. but how much love has the inch-long grass, can pay the light of the sun?.
12. Mom, when you suddenly left that year, I was exhausted and sad, so I had to go into the dream every night to catch your face and look for you.
13. What can I do without my father and my mother? -The Book of Songs.
14. All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. Gorky
15. When the mother instrument hangs down, the tube will be bright and bright, and the night platform will be silent in Wusu. -"The Collection of Mottos".
16. I love my son endlessly, and I am happy to be home. Cold clothes are needlework, but home letters are ink-stained. Meet with pity and thinness, and ask for bitterness. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh. -"Home at the end of the year" Jiang Shiquan.
17. The heavy seam can't be easily removed, and there are old thread marks of loving mother on it.
18. Boil beans and burn beans, and beans weep in gold. We are born from the same root, so why bother to fry each other? -"Seven Steps Poetry" by Cao Zhi.
19. May the fragrance and mellow sweetness haunt your life, and may my silvery laughter fill your brow.
2. I love my son endlessly, and I am happy to be home. Cold clothes are needlework, but home letters are ink-stained. Meet with pity and thinness, and ask for bitterness. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.