1. Poems about mothers to their sons
Poems about mothers to their sons 1. Poems about mothers to their children
"Wandering Son's Song" Tang Meng Jiao
p>The thread in a loving mother’s hand, the clothes on a wanderer’s body.
Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
"Arrived Home at the End of the Year" by Jiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty
My love for my son is endless, and I am overjoyed to return home.
The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are fresh with ink marks.
When we meet, I pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships.
I am ashamed of my son and dare not sigh in the dust.
"Motherly Love" by Yang Weizhen of the Yuan Dynasty
A loving mother, who loves her young, Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince.
The steps of a dragon and a tiger change with each passing day, while a dog moves with an eagle and follows its trend.
Isn’t there a child six feet below the knee? Ah Zhao and Amei are not crotches.
The ghost lights are blurry at night, and the heavy snow is falling.
If hundreds of officials don’t hold Dong Hu’s pen, what will happen to an orphan and a widowed husband?
Suddenly, a silver pillar ax was pierced on the ground in front of the bed, causing trouble for the books in the golden cabinet of King Han.
2. What are the proverbs and poems about mothers’ concern for their children?
Wandering Zi Yin·Meng Jiao
A loving mother has thread in her hands, and a wandering boy has clothes on his body.
Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
Showing old clothes
The 30-year-old silk robe still exists, although the collar is torn but still warm.
The seams are too heavy to be removed, and there are traces of the old threads of a loving mother
"Arrived Home at the End of the Year" by Chiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty
The love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home. Chen.
The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are fresh with ink marks.
When we meet, I pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships.
I am ashamed of my son and dare not sigh in the dust.
"Mother Farewell Son" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Mother bids farewell to son, son bids farewell to mother, crying bitterly in the daytime without light.
The general of Kansai Hsiliers, who defeated Xin Ce Xun last year.
The imperial edict granted two million in money, and Luoyang welcomed people like flowers.
New people welcome and old people abandon them, the lotus in the palm is a thorn in the eye.
It is not enough to be sad to welcome the new and abandon the old. It is sad to leave two children in your family.
My mother and son have been separated for a long time because of the new Yanwan of your couple.
It is not as good as the crows and magpies in the forest. The mother does not lose her young, the male and the female.
It should be like the peach and plum trees in the garden, the flowers falling on the branches with the wind.
Newbies, newbies, listen to my words, Luoyang Unlimited Red Mansion Girl.
I hope that the general will be able to perform meritorious service again, and that there will be new people better than you.
There is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, and that is the call of mother. ——Dante
All the glory and pride in the world comes from the mother. ——Gorky
My mother has everything going well at home. ——Alcott
The love between mother and child is the most sacred emotion in the world. ——Alexander Dumas
The most beautiful voice people hear comes from their mother, from their hometown, and from heaven.