The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. -Han Yu's Whose Son
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South. -Wang Anshi's Tenth Five-Year Plan
I went to worship the mother river beam, and I was worried about my tears. -Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains. -Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
First frost, Lu Hua, tears wet her skirt, bald and helpless. -Yu Gong "Thinking of Mother"
When I am in the dark, I am afraid that I will cry more. -Ni Ruizhen's Memory of Mother
How many tears have been dyed to sew clothes. -Peng Gui, "I am very happy to have my younger brother come to the capital at the beginning of the construction"
A loving mother is afraid to hold her baby on the table, and her spare time is more about protecting chickens. -Han Yu is shooting a fox.
In the colorful fifteenth year, before trying to be a loving mother. Lian Xiao paid tribute at the age of 20, and Huai Ju went to Qinchuan. -Meng Haoran's "Send Zhang Jing to Jingzhou Mansion"
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. -Han Yu's Whose Son
A loving mother loves her young, and Zhao is the Crown Prince. -Yang Weizhen's maternal love.
The old mother and son left without saying goodbye and cried among the weeds. The white horse is surrounded by flags and mourns to climb high. -Li Bai's Yu Zhanghang
Gao Tang's mother's head is like frost, and her heart is full of tears. -Guan Xiu "It's hard to go".
Four children are scattered, and the mother voice is still there. -Li Qunyu's The Night
What are the poems about mothers in modern times? Barcos de papel
-Send Mother Bing Xin
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-Save it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I am still not discouraged, folding every day,
I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.