What are the poems expressing gratitude to mother?

1. Don't be old.

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.

2. Short songs

Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian

When a person is born, he rises at dawn. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill. Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years.

Half a day in the evening is better. There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today. ?

People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. Short songs, no music.

3. People

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.

4. Xuan Mo I

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.

5. Kaifeng

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.