This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. 2, "Maternal Love" Yuan Yangwei loves maternal love chicks, and Zhao is the Crown Prince.
The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle. If there is no six-foot lonely soul under the knee, a Zhao may not be born.
At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks more than four drums. A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout? What's more, Han Wangjin stabbed a silver axe in front of the bed, which was a disaster.
3, "Mother Biezi" Tang Baijuyi's mother Biezi, the son is not a mother, there is no light crying during the day. 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, "The Book of Songs Hurricane Kaifeng" Kaifeng is a southerner, blowing his heart.
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. 5, "Jade" Tang Li Bai Hu Feng blows on behalf of the horse, and holds Luyangguan in the north.
Wu Bing took a photo of Hai Xue and asked when it would come back. Halfway through Liao and Jin, Huang Yun was in great pain.
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.
The autumn moon of poplars is bitter, but Zhang Yu falls early. I'm from Ming Xiu, and I haven't been idle while cutting Lu Su.
Do you cherish fighting to death and sweep away fierce stubbornness for you? Without feathers in the stone, it's hard not to be afraid of danger.
If the ship flies like a whale, it will fall into the bay of stars. This song can't be played, as evidenced by the three armed forces.
6. The wanderer sang the thread in the hands of Tang Mengjiao's loving mother and made clothes for his wayward son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? 7. "Send Mother Home" Don Li Shangyin stopped to look around and set me up as a Chu prisoner.
Feeling from this, sadness and tears stuck in the throat. Fang's mother is seriously ill and wants to be a famous doctor.
The bus is very urgent today, so it is difficult to stop! Motherly love has nothing to report, what can life expect! 8. "Night Cry in the Second Dock" Tang Baijuyi lost his mother in the second dock and was dumb. Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old.
Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved. If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart.
A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad. What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness.
Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died. What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird.
The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied. 9, "Whose Son" Yu is neither crazy nor crazy, and went to the palace to be a Taoist.
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city.
Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang. It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position.
Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood. Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty?
Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end. It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies.
Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts? 10, "Mother's Grave in the West" Tang Chen was sick at the top of the mountain, the sun was dim, and the birds were sparse at dusk.
The forest was empty, but Ding Ning told me to go home early. 1 1, "Returning to the Old Mountain to Stay in Meng Jiao" Tang Baorong has no sharp edge in choosing wood, and there is no clever way to fish.
How to bite off more than one can chew? The former never gets tired of farming and never leaves his relatives for a day.
I am thousands of miles away, and I am absent-minded. You are kind to your mother, but you only imagine one person.
Silkworm and mulberry can grow, and clothes are always new. Spit a foot of silk at a meal, who sees this hospitality.
Don't go back to farming, set the wheel on fire. 12 "Living in Jingzhou" Tang Meng spent fifteen years in colorful clothes and tried his best to be kind to his mother.
Lian Xiao paid tribute at the age of 20, and Huai Ju went to Qinchuan. Four tweets, Zhong.
Don't row on the river, who doesn't look to the gods. 13, "Thinking of Mother" Tang He's falling reed flowers are wet with tears, and his head is helpless.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock. 14, The Picture of Xuan Mo The Picture of Xuan Mo by Wang Yuan Mian is a bright day lily flower, Luosheng Beitang.
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. The second day lily was born in Beitang, bright and of good color.
What if I drink too much? Is the son of man filial to his heart in honor and love? It rained and frosted last night, and the river was old. The wanderer didn't return, and his heart was pounding.
15, "Tenth Five-Year Plan" Wang Song Anshi put her mother in a ditch and left her family to dry. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
2. Two ancient poems about primary school maternal love, wandering son.
Meng Jiao
The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son.
She mended it carefully and thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his time to go home.
But how much love has an inch of grass, and I got three spring rays.
Bai Juyi's "Selected Poems of Yan"
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.
My parents thought so at that time, but I should know today.
3. Han Yu's Whose Son
The old bald mother hid her face and wept, but her shirt sleeve was broken.
4. Wang Anshi's Tenth Five-Year Plan
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.
5. Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
I went to worship the mother river beam, fearing that my tears would be in vain.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
6. Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home.
A cold coat has a lot of needle and thread, but a letter from home has new ink.
When we meet, we are poor and thin, asking for bitterness.
I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh to the dust.
7. Song Lingyun's father's memory
Wu's book is broken. What do you hate everywhere?
The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and has taken the wind several times to ask about daily life.
8, Yu Gong "Mu Si"
First frost reed flower tears wet skirt, bald head without Chai Fei.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
9. Ni Ruizhen's mother memory
The river is too wide to sail, so I don't know if it is safe.
When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more!
10, Peng Gui's "My brother came at the beginning of the capital, very happy"
How many tears have I shed? I always dyed my hands and sewed clothes.
3. There are 3 ancient poems and 5 famous sayings about maternal love. All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. (Gorky)
Motherly love is a huge flame. (romain rolland)
There is a most beautiful voice in the world, and that is the call of mother (Dante)
Mom, where you are, where is the happiest place (UK).
A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child sleep in it without sweetness? (Hugo)
Bielaomu
To worship the mother river beam,
Worry, watch.
On the tragic snowstorm night in Chai Men,
It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
Dry old clothes.
The robe is still there and the collar is still warm.
I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it.
Send mom home.
I was trapped in prison when I parked the car.
Feeling from this, sadness and tears stuck in the throat.
Fang's mother is seriously ill and wants to be a famous doctor.
The bus is very urgent today, so it is difficult to stop!
Motherly love has nothing to report, what can life expect!
Mu Yi
Platanus acerifolia
Ming Qiu Chan quadrangle
In the past, the loving mother was there.
The impulse to make winter clothes
A traveler's song
Tang mengjiao
The thread in the loving mother's hand,
Make clothes for her wayward son.
She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.
But how much love does an inch of grass have,
Make three spring scenery.
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4. Poems about maternal love, don't bid farewell to the old mother.
To worship the mother river beam,
Worry, watch.
On the tragic snowstorm night in Chai Men,
It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
Dry old clothes.
The robe is still there and the collar is still warm.
I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it.
Send mom home.
I was trapped in prison when I parked the car.
Feeling from this, sadness and tears stuck in the throat.
Fang's mother is seriously ill and wants to be a famous doctor.
The bus is very urgent today, so it is difficult to stop!
Motherly love has nothing to report, what can life expect!
1. I love them. How can I get to know my parents? Children's language
The bald old mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt sleeves were broken. Han Yu
3. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? [Tang] Meng Jiao
4. The baby is heavy in October, and the three students are rewarded lightly. Song of exhorting filial piety
The mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet. Song of exhorting filial piety
6. The mother is bitter and the mother is uneasy. Song of exhorting filial piety
7. My mother is one hundred years old and often reads until she is eighty. Song of exhorting filial piety
8. My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nursed me, cared for me and answered me. The Book of Songs
9. The prodigal son respects his loving mother and doesn't feel cold. Song of exhorting filial piety
10. When the mother instrument hangs down, the pipe will be bright and the Wusu Night Station will be silent. Motto collection
1 1. In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over.
12. Mourn my parents and give birth to me. The Book of Songs
13. What's the point without mom and dad? The Book of Songs
14. The only unpolluted love in the world is maternal love. Strict words
15. When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is the partner of failure. zheng zhenduo
the song of the homeless
The midline of the loving mother's hand,
You get dressed.
Close and close the seam,
I'm afraid I will be late.
Who is careless,
Make three spring scenery.
Author background
Meng Jiao (75 1-8 14) was a poet in the Tang Dynasty. Dongye was born in Wu Kang, Huzhou (now Deqing, Zhejiang). When I was a teenager, I lived in Shan Hao, and Han Yu and I were good friends. I was poor all my life, and I didn't enter Jinshi until I was nearly 50 years old. Meng Jiao's poems are famous for their sharp voice, pursuit of strange ideas and thin language style, and expression of the lower class and their own poor life and experience. He is as famous as Jia Dao and is known as "a thin suburban island".
Annotation explanation
Wanderer: A person who travels far from home.
Italian fear: worry.
An inch of grass: grass. Inch grass heart: here refers to the heart of a wanderer.
Sanchunhui: the sunshine in spring. Here is a metaphor of maternal love. Three spring, early spring, middle spring and late spring refer to the whole spring. Light, sunshine.
Modern Translation of Ancient Poetry
Needle and thread in the hands of a loving mother, clothes on people who travel far from home. When traveling, I have to sew tightly, fearing that my son will come back late. Who says the grass's mind can repay the glory of spring?
Appreciation of famous sentences-"But how much love does an inch of grass have, and do you have three rays of spring?"
Meng Jiao was admitted to the Jinshi at the age of 50 and became a lieutenant of Liyang County. As a small official, he ended his long-term wandering life and lived with his mother. This poem was written at this time. The poem reveals the greatness of maternal love with a very ordinary and typical life detail: the old mother sewed the clothes for her son who was about to leave, and because she was worried that her son would not come back for a long time, she sewed them carefully, hoping that the more she sewed, the stronger she would be. The loving mother's deep love for her son was sewn into her clothes, and her son went all the way to Wan Li. This ordinary life scene, full of affection, has been experienced by each of us, so it can arouse every reader's * * * and arouse our memories and attachment to our mother. Motherly love is unrequited and inexhaustible for children, because it is as endless as the March sunshine feeding grass. Poetry is simple in picture, simple in language, profound in connotation and touching, so it can be widely read and passed down through the ages.
5. A wandering poem about maternal love
Meng Jiao
The midline of the loving mother's hand,
You get dressed.
Tight seam,
I'm afraid I will be late.
Who is careless,
Make three spring scenery.
Bielaomu
To worship the mother river beam,
Worry, watch.
On the tragic snowstorm night in Chai Men,
It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
Send mom home.
"The vast gu, trapped me into a chu prisoner.
Feeling from this, sadness and tears stuck in the throat.
Fang's mother is seriously ill and wants to be a famous doctor.
The bus is very urgent today, so it is difficult to stop!
Motherly love has nothing to report, what can life expect! "
6. The ancient poems about maternal love are untitled (Li Shangyin)
Meeting is the same, the east wind has risen and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Wanderer-(Don) Meng Jiao
Make clothes for the body of her wayward son, and make clothes for the thread in the hands of a loving mother.
Fearing that it would delay his time to go home, she mended it carefully and thoroughly.
But how much love does an inch of grass have when it gets three spring rays?
Drying old clothes-(Qing) Zhou Shouchang
The robe is still there and the collar is still warm.
I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it.
7. Ancient poems about maternal love: The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body. She sews them carefully and repairs them thoroughly, fearing that it will delay him coming home late. But how much love does an inch of grass have to pay for the sunshine? -About Meng Jiao's sorrowful wandering poem: The Han Dynasty lost power and influence, and Dong Zhuo was in chaos.
If you want to usurp the throne, you must first harm the virtuous. Forced to move to the old state to help the Lord strengthen himself.
Xingyi division wants to * * for bad luck at home. Excellent people come from the east and shine in the sun.
The local people are very fragile, and all the soldiers are Hu Qiangren. Hunting wild cities and besieging cities, I know what I want to break.
There is nothing left, and the remains support each other. A horse hangs a man's head, and a horse carries a woman behind it.
Driving west to enter the customs, the road is dangerous and blocked. I still care. My liver and spleen are rotten.
There are several tens of thousands, and gathering is not allowed. Still flesh and blood, afraid to speak.
When you are depressed for a few minutes, you need to talk about your shortcomings. If you want to be a pavilion blade, I can't live with you.
How dare you spare your life? You can't stand being scolded. Or add pestle, poison and pain are combined into one.
The study is sad and the night is sad. You can't have it if you want to die, and you can't have it if you want to live.
It is a misfortune for people with pale faces. Bianhuang is different from China, who is vulgar and unreasonable.
There is a lot of frost and snow in the place, and Hu Feng starts in spring and summer. Blow my clothes gently and let them sink into my ears.
I miss my parents when I feel it, and lament the infinite. It's always nice to hear that there are guests from outside.
Welcome to ask about him. You need to reply to the village. I hope that when I meet you, my flesh and blood will meet me.
If you have to forgive yourself, you should abandon your son. Heaven binds people's hearts, and it is too late to say goodbye.
Life and death are always good, and we can't bear to say goodbye to them. Hold my neck in front of my son and ask my mother what she wants.
When people say that their mother should go, there is no time to return. My mother has always been kind, so today is even more unkind.
I am not an adult, so I don't care. Seeing this collapse in five days, I was in a trance and crazy.
Crying and touching, when you reply to doubts. At the same time, they bid farewell to each other.
I long for my return, and sad tears have destroyed the cracks. A horse hesitated, but a car refused to turn.
The audience was booed and sobbed as they walked. To break the relationship and sign for the future.
This is 3,000 miles long. When shall we meet again? Read me out of my stomach and my heart will destroy me.
Not only for the family, but also for China and foreign countries. The city wall is a mountain forest, and the yard is full of Ai Jing.
If you don't know whose bone it is, don't cover it vertically and horizontally. When no one goes out, the jackal barks.
Embrace the lonely scene, and you will lose your liver and lungs. Looking at the distance, the soul suddenly flew.
After the election, others will be lenient. In order to recover, there is no need to say it.
Entrust your life to a new person and try your best to encourage yourself. Being stingy, I am often afraid of donating again.
The geometry of life, you worry all the year round. Source: China's Poems-Wei and Jin Dynasties-Cai Yan bid farewell to her mother and went to visit her mother's Heliang. She was so worried that her eyes were dry.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. Source: China Poetry-Qing-Huang Jingren Reference:
Know the historical answer.
8. What ancient poems are there about maternal love besides wandering children's songs? "Send Mother Home" Don Li Shangyin stopped to look around and trapped me as a Chu prisoner.
Feeling from this, sadness and tears stuck in the throat. Fang's mother is seriously ill and wants to be a famous doctor.
The bus is very urgent today, so it is difficult to stop! Motherly love has nothing to report, what can life expect! "Crying at Midnight" Tang Baiju lost his mother easily, and he was dumb and spit it out. Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old.
Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved. If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart.
A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad. What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness.
Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died. What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird.
The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied. "Whose Son" Tang Yu was neither crazy nor crazy, and went to the palace to call a Taoist priest.
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city.
Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang. It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position.
Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood. Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty?
Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end. It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies.
Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts? "In the west, I left my mother's grave." Tang Chen climbed to the top of the mountain to cover the mountain, and the sun was dim. At dusk, few birds stay alone.
The forest was empty, but Ding Ning told me to go home early. "Will return to the old mountain and stay in Meng Jiao" Tang Baorong's choice of wood has no edge, and his fishing method is skillful.
How to bite off more than one can chew? The former never gets tired of farming and never leaves his relatives for a day.
I am thousands of miles away, and I am absent-minded. You are kind to your mother, but you only imagine one person.
Silkworm and mulberry can grow, and clothes are always new. Spit a foot of silk at a meal, who sees this hospitality.
Don't go back to farming, set the wheel on fire. "Send Zhang Shen to Mingjing, pilgrimage to Jingzhou" Tang Meng ran for fifteen years, before trying to be a loving mother.
Lian Xiao paid tribute at the age of 20, and Huai Ju went to Qinchuan. Four tweets, Zhong.
Don't row on the river, who doesn't look to the gods. "Thinking of Mother" Tang, tears spilled on her skirt, leaving her bald head without relying on Chai Fei.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock. The Picture of Xuan Mo The Picture of Xuan Mo by Wang Yuan Mian is a bright day lily flower under Beitang, Luo Sheng.
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. The second day lily was born in Beitang, bright and of good color.
What if I drink too much? Is the son of man filial to his heart in honor and love? It rained and frosted last night, and the river was old. The wanderer didn't return, and his heart was pounding.
In the Tenth Five-Year Plan, Wang Anshi put his mother in the ditch and left his home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.