In daily study, work, and life, it is inevitable for everyone to come into contact with or use poetry. Poems are generally full of rich imagination, association, and fantasy. What do those widely used poems look like? Below are the poems that I compiled for you to praise Mother’s Day. You are welcome to learn from them and refer to them. I hope they will be helpful to you. Verses in Praise of Mother's Day 1
Wandering Son's Song
Author Meng Jiao
The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the wandering boy's body. Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.
Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light.
Fifteenth day
Author Wang Anshi
I took my mother to Han ditch and left Bai Hanyin at home.
When I heard about Du Yu in the bright moon, the North and the South cared for me.
Cimu Tomb in the West
Author Chen Quji
On the high mountain top, the shadow of the sun is dim, and there are few birds sitting alone at dusk.
In the forest, I was dripping wine and weeping, but I didn’t see Ding Ning telling me to go home early.
Mo Xuan Tu·Part 1
Author Wang Mian
Bright daylily flowers grow under the North Hall.
The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom to vomit
The love of a loving mother leaning on the door makes the wanderer suffer on the road.
The sweet messages are sparse every day, and the messages are blocked every day.
Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise bird.
Arriving home at the end of the year
Author Jiang Shiquan
My love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home.
The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are fresh with ink marks.
When we meet, we pity the thin people, and call them to ask about their hardships.
I am ashamed of my son and dare not sigh in the dust.
Will return to the old mountains and leave Mengjiao
Author Bao Rong
There is no sharp edge in choosing wood, and there is no cleverness in envying fish. How to fail to measure your capabilities and end up in poverty in the middle.
The former is never tired of farming and never leaves his relatives for a day. Now that I am thousands of miles away, my heart is not in my body.
She has a loving motherly heart and only wishes that she can be like a human being. How much sericulture can be done, and the clothes are always new.
Who can see such attentiveness when spitting out ruler silk after eating. The other king went back to his plowing, holding fire to burn the wheels.
Loving maternal love
Author Yang Weizhen
Loving maternal love, loving her young, Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince.
The steps of the dragon and the tiger change with each passing day, and the dog moves with the eagle and follows the trend with each passing day.
Isn’t there a child six feet below the knee? Ah Zhao and Amei are not crotches.
At night, the ghosts and lanterns are still, and the heavy snow is falling.
If hundreds of officials don’t hold Dong Hu’s pen, how can an orphan and a widower call out?
Suddenly, a silver pillar ax was poked on the ground in front of the bed, causing trouble for the books in the golden cabinet of the King of Han.
The Night Call
Author Li Qunyu
Across the waves across Mengzhu, one can see the green maple forest. There are birds among them, and they sing sadly at dawn.
It was a dark time, and the sky was dark, and the fields were filled with mist and rain. If you hear Sheng Li crying, the sound is heartbreaking.
The quiet night is long, and the sound of mourning is heard in the empty mountains. Don't listen to the guests from far away. I sit there and worry about the invasion of flowers.
Since it is not the soul of Emperor Shu, it is probably a bird from Huanshan. The four sons were scattered, but the mother's voice still remains to this day.
Polygonum
Author Anonymous
Polygonum belongs to Curcuma, and wormwood is bandited. I feel sorry for my parents, who worked so hard to give birth to me.
The one who uses Polygonum Polygonum is Curcuma, and the one who steals Curcuma is Yiwei. I'm sorry for my parents, I'm so exhausted from work.
The bottle is empty, Wei Lei is ashamed. The life of the fresh people is not as long as the death.
Without a father, there is no parent. Without a mother, there is nothing to rely on.
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me.
Caress me, feed me, grow me and nurture me, take care of me and return me, go in and out of your belly.
The virtues that are desired to be repaid, Haotian is extremely ignorant!
The Nanshan Mountain is fierce and the wind is blowing.
The people are all hungry, so what harm can I do!
The rhythm of Nanshan is smooth and the wind is blowing.
The people are all poor, and I alone cannot die!
Sending my mother back to her hometown
Author Li Shangyin
Stopping and looking around, I am trapped. Prisoner of Chu.
Sentiment arose from it, and tears choked my throat.
My loving mother Fang is seriously ill and wants to see a famous doctor.
It’s urgent to pick up the car, but God will not spare you!
There is no reward for maternal love, so what more can we ask for in life!
Songs of persuasion to filial piety
Author Xu Xi
Confucius wrote the Classic of Filial Piety, which states that filial piety is a virtue.
Both parents have hardships, especially mothers.
The fetus is a minor and is conceived in the mother's womb in ten months.
Thirst drinks the mother’s blood, hunger eats the mother’s flesh.
The child’s body is about to be born, and the mother’s body is like being in prison.
I am afraid that during the birth, I will be a member of the ghost family.
Once the son and son meet, the mother's happiness will continue again.
Love is like a treasure, caressing her day and night diligently.
The mother lies on a wet mat, and the child sleeps on a dry bedding.
The baby is sleeping peacefully, but the mother dare not stretch.
The filth of the child does not displease the stench, and the child is willing to redeem himself when he is sick.
Children should be able to walk and behave in an orderly manner.
After three years of breastfeeding, thousands of dendrobiums were consumed through sweat and blood.
Children should be able to eat and drink, and be able to eat and drink as they please.
After all the hard work, my son is fifteen or sixteen years old.
The wise are afraid of fatigue, and the foolish and careless.
Praise first if you do good deeds, and educate if you have delinquencies.
The son went out but did not come back, so he leaned against the door and held the candle.
My son travels a thousand miles, and my love is a thousand miles away.
Being filial is a matter of course, but being unfilial is worse than a bird.
Ciwu cries at night
Author Bai Juyi
Ciwu lost his mother and uttered a mournful voice hoarsely.
Never fly away day and night, guarding the old forest for many years.
It cries at midnight every night, and those who hear it are Zhanjin.
The voice is like telling, but the heart of giving back is not fulfilled.
How can a hundred birds have no mother? You alone are deeply sad.
It should be the mother who is kind and loyal, but you will not accept your compassion.
In the past there was a man named Wu Qi, whose mother died and did not come.
What a shame, these disciples have a heart as good as that of a bird.
Ciwu is the most famous among birds.
The Book of Songs·Bei Feng·Kai Feng
Author Anonymous
The Kai Feng comes from the south and blows the thorny heart.
The thorny heart is born young, and the mother's family is tired.
The glorious wind comes from the south, blowing away the thorny firewood.
My mother is holy and kind, and I have no one to ask for.
There is a cold spring under the dredging.
I have seven children, and my mother works hard.
The yellow bird carries its sound.
Having seven children, don’t console your mother’s heart. Verses in Praise of Mother's Day 2
"Mother Farewell Son" by Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
Mother bids farewell to her son, and her son bids farewell to her mother. The cry is painful in the absence of light in the day.
The general of the Kansai Hussars, Xin Ce Xun was defeated last year.
The imperial edict bestowed two million dollars in money, and Luoyang welcomed people like flowers.
New people welcome, 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, but it is sad to leave two children in your family.
First he is walking, then he is sitting. He cries when he is sitting and cries while he is walking and holding people's clothes.
Your husband and wife Xin Yanwan separated my mother and my son.
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.
Newcomers, newcomers, listen to me, 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.
"Farewell to My Mother" by Huang Jingren, a poet of the Qing Dynasty
Pulling up the curtains and worshiping my mother, I go to the river beam, and I will be worried for a long time and my eyes will dry up with tears.
It’s a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and having children at this time is worse than having none.
"Dan Ge Xing" by Wang Jian, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
When a person is born, the sun begins to rise.
It’s too late to go up the mountain and fast to go down the mountain.
Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, and the general will be strong for half a day at night.
Singing and dancing must be done early. Yesterday is better than today.
People think that men and women are good at birth, but they don’t know that men and women make people grow old.
Short song line, no music.
"Missing Mother" by Yu Gong, a poet in the late Song Dynasty
The frost wiped out the reed flowers and wet their clothes with tears, and the old man no longer leaned on the firewood leaf.
During the yellow plum rain in May last year, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice. Verses in Praise of Mother's Day 3
Showing Old Clothes Qing Dynasty: Zhou Shouchang
The thirty-year-old silk robe still exists, although the collar is torn but still warm.
The seams are heavily sewn and cannot be removed lightly, and there are traces of old threads on them.
Two poems of Mo Xuan Tu·The second generation: Wang Mian
Hemerocallis growing in Beitang, the color is bright and good.
If you have enough to drink from it, how can you carry it on your back?
How can a son of man be filial and filial in his glory and haggardness?
It rained and frosted last night, and the river sky was getting older.
The wanderer was disappointed when he failed to return.