The poem about mother in the Book of Songs is 1. This poem about mother is an ancient poem.
1, Wandering Sons
Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance 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?
Translation:
A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
2. "Don't be an old mother"
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.
Translation:
Because I had to go to He Liang to make a living, I opened the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying and my tears dried up. On this snowy night, it's a pity that we can't be filial to our mother, but we have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. What's the use of adopting a son? I still don't want it.
3, "Mother Biezi"
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.
Translation:
Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. The sunshine in the daytime seems to have lost its luster because of sadness, and the crying is infinitely miserable. The family lives in Chang 'an, Kansai, and her husband is a general in a high position. Last year, he was awarded a knighthood for his outstanding military exploits. I also got a reward of 2 million, so I married a bride as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade in Luoyang.
If the bride is not satisfied when she comes, she will ask her husband to abandon her wife; She is the lotus in his palm, and I am the nail in their eyes. It is human nature to like the new and hate the old, and it is not enough to be sad. I will pack my bags and leave helplessly. But sadly, her husband's family still has two biological children left. One can walk by the bed and the other can sit up.
The sitting child is crying, and the walking child is clutching my clothes. You and your wife are new lovers, but you never let our mother and son meet again. At this moment, my heart is full of unspeakable sadness. People's fickle feelings are not as good as the black magpie in the forest. Mothers don't leave their chicks, and males always take care of them.
This scene is like a peach tree in the backyard. The petals that once covered the greenhouse have fallen with the wind, and the young fruits will still hang on the top of the tree to experience frost, snow and rain. Rookie, rookie, listen to me. There are countless beautiful women in Luoyang Red Chamber. I hope the general will achieve something in the future and marry a more exquisite bride than you.
4. "Xuan Mo Figure 1"
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.
Translation:
Brilliant daylily was born under the North Hall. The south wind blows the day lily, swaying for whom to confide fragrance? A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's hard for a wanderer to travel far away! The support for parents is alienated every day, and the news of children is not reached every day. Looking up at a cloud forest, I am ashamed to hear the sound of the birds, and I still miss it.
5. "National wind, high wind and triumphant wind"
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.
Translation:
The breeze is blowing from the south, blowing on the buds of jujube trees. Jujube trees are tender and strong, and mothers are busy raising children. The south wind is warm, and jujube trees grow into firewood. The mother is reasonable and kind, and she doesn't blame her if her son is not good. Cold spring water is cool, and the source is next to Junyi. The mother raised seven children, and the son grew into a tired mother. The yellowbird is singing euphemistically. It's so beautiful and noisy. It is difficult to comfort a mother who has raised seven children.
2. Poems and songs about maternal love
1, "Farewell to Old Mother" Qing: Huang Jingren hung the curtain on his mother's river beam, worrying about seeing his eyes dry.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. Open the curtain, because I want to go to He Liang to make a living, so I reluctantly bid farewell to my elderly mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying, and my tears dried up.
What's the use of adopting a son if you can't be filial to your mother on this snowy night and drive away this miserable and divided Chai Men? I still don't want it. 2. The Prodigal Son Tang Dynasty: The thread in the hand of Meng Jiao, a kind-hearted mother, made clothes for her wayward son's body.
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?
A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze? 3, "Kaifeng" pre-Qin: anonymous Kaifeng from the south, blowing its 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.
Did you catch a cold? 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.
The fluttering breeze is blowing from the south, blowing the heart of jujube trees. The tree heart is still too delicate, and my mother is really hard.
The wind fluttered, and the wind blew from the south, blowing the dense branches of Zizyphus jujuba. Mother's understanding is virtuous, and I can only repay it if I can't do it.
Cold spring, cold spring and cold spring, the source is there. Even with seven sons, mother is still working hard.
The little yellow bird is singing, and its voice is melodious and beautiful. Even with seven sons, it can't comfort the mother's heart.
4, "Mother Biezi" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's mother Biezi, son Biemu, crying during the day without light. 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. Mother's son, son's mother, the sunshine in the daytime seems to have lost its luster because of sadness, and there is infinite sadness in crying.
The family lives in Chang 'an, Kansai, and her husband is a general in a high position. Last year, he was awarded a knighthood for his outstanding military exploits. I also got a reward of 2 million, so I married a bride as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade in Luoyang.
If the bride is not satisfied when she comes, she will ask her husband to abandon her wife; She is the lotus in his palm, and I am the nail in their eyes. It is human nature to like the new and hate the old, and it is not enough to be sad. I will pack my bags and leave helplessly.
But sadly, her husband's family still has two biological children left. One can walk by the bed and the other can sit up.
The sitting child is crying, and the walking child is clutching my clothes. You and your wife are new lovers, but you never let our mother and son meet again.
At this moment, my heart is full of unspeakable sadness. People's fickle feelings are not as good as the black magpie in the forest. Mothers don't leave their chicks, and males always take care of them. This scene is like a peach tree in the backyard. The petals that once covered the greenhouse have fallen with the wind, and the young fruits will still hang on the top of the tree to experience frost, snow and rain.
Newbie, newbie, listen to me. There are countless beautiful women in Luoyang Red Chamber. I hope the general will achieve something in the future and marry a more exquisite bride than you. 5, "Hey" Pre-Qin: I am anonymous, I am Artemisia.
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. I am a loser, but I am a thief.
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. It is a pity that the bottle is used up.
It is better to die for a long time than to live with fresh people. What if there is no father? What can I do without my mother? Get a shirt when you go out, and you're exhausted when you go in.
My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Caress me, feed me, nurture me, nurture me, take care of me, go in and out of my stomach.
The virtue of wanting to repay kindness. Heaven is so chaotic! Nanshan is fierce and the wind is blowing.
I don't care, I'm alone! Nanshan method, drifting with the wind. Everyone is in the valley, I'm not alone! Look, mugwort has grown taller, but it's not mugwort, it's mugwort.
Pity my parents, it's too hard to raise me! Look at the wormwood that snuggles up to each other, but it's not wormwood, it's Wei Pity my parents, it's too tiring to raise me! It is a shame to fill the bottle with water, because the bottom of the bottle is empty.
Living alone is boring. Might as well die early. What can I rely on without my real father? What do you depend on without your own mother? Going out for a walk is sad, and getting started is at a loss.
Dad, you gave birth to me. Mom, you raised me. You protect me, love me, support my growth, nurture me, think that I don't want to leave me, go out and hug me.
I want to repay my parents' kindness, and the disasters in the old society are unpredictable! The height of Nanshan is hard to surpass, and the biting wind is daunting. Everyone has no misfortune. Why am I the only one who was robbed? Nanshan Mountain is too high to cross, the wind is biting and shivering.
No one is unfortunate, and I can't be the only one.
3. Poems about Mother
1, Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's mother's other son
Excerpts from the original text:
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.
Explanation:
Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. The sunshine in the daytime seems to have lost its luster because of sadness, and the crying is infinitely miserable.
The family lives in Chang 'an, Kansai, and her husband is a general in a high position. Last year, he was awarded a knighthood for his outstanding military exploits.
I also got a reward of 2 million, so I married a bride as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade in Luoyang.
If the bride is not satisfied when she comes, she will ask her husband to abandon her wife; She is the lotus in his palm, and I am the nail in their eyes.
2. Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao's "Prodigal Son"
Excerpts from the original text:
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance 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?
Explanation:
The kind mother is holding a needle and thread in her hand, making new clothes for the children who are going on a long trip.
Before leaving, he sewed the needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who said that a weak and filial person can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
3. Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian's "Figure 1 of Xuan Mo"
Excerpts from the original text:
A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.
May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful.
Explanation:
A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's hard for a wanderer to travel far away!
The support for parents is alienated every day, and the news of children is not reached every day.
4. Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's Twelve Nights of Answering the King.
Excerpts from the original text:
Was it a murderer? Slander three and mother's shock.
Talking to you, holding your hand. What's the honor and disgrace?
Explanation:
How could Zeng Shen be the murderer? However, Sanjin Yi Yan still shocked his mother.
Holding your hand and telling the truth, for me, honor and shame are already outside.
5. Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
Excerpts from the original text:
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.
Explanation:
I'm going to He Liang, open the curtain and say goodbye to my mother. I feel sad and want to cry.
On this snowy night, I can't be filial to my mother, but I have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. I can't help sighing: What's the use of adopting a son? I still don't want it.
4. Describe mother's great poems
Poems praising the great mother
1, bereavement of parents, giving birth to me. -The Book of Songs
Everything else in the world is false and empty. Only the mother is real, eternal and immortal. -India
In the child's mouth and heart, the mother is God. -England
When I grow up, my mother's black hair is like a maple leaf, and the frost is shining silver. I deeply kissed the traces of those years and gave my heart to you.
5. I love everything, and I know my parents? -"Children's Language"
6. Women are fragile, but mothers are strong. -France
7. 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 Mengjiao
8. What should I do without my father and mother? -The Book of Songs
9. You are a big tree. Spring depends on your fantasy, summer depends on your prosperity, autumn depends on your maturity, and winter depends on your meditation.
10, mother, the first relative in the world; Motherly love is the first love in the world. -Strictly speaking.
5. Poetry about maternal love,
1, but how much love does an inch of grass get? -Don Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons
Interpretation: Who dares to say that children are weak and filial as grass, and they can repay the kindness of loving mothers like Chunhui Puze?
2. My parents didn't know that they were separated until they came. Paying attention to clothes was like dying. -Don Wang Jian's Crossing the Liao River
Interpretation: When I went to war, my parents knew that it would be difficult to get together again in this life, so they asked me to get dressed again, as if mourning for my death.
3, heavy sewing can not bear to take lightly, with the old thread of loving mother on it. -Qing Zhou Shouchang, "Drying Old Clothes"
Interpretation: I want to make it up again, but I can't bear to open the old clothes easily and change the position of the old cloth. For my son, every stitch in this old dress contains the love of my mother.
4, bow down to the mother river beam, tears flow. -Huang Qing Ren Jing's "Don't be an old mother"
Commentary: Because I'm going to He Liang to make a living, I opened the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired old mother, I couldn't help crying and my tears dried up.
5, you are good to your mother, but you are willing to be like a person. -Tang Baorong's "Go to Laoshan and Stay in Meng Jiao"
Interpretation: Only by obeying the mother's wishes can we be worthy of the mother's nurturing grace and a person.
6, the old white-headed mother covered the door, and the sleeve was broken. -Don Han Yu's Whose Son
Interpretation: The white-haired old mother closed the door and cried, even if she broke her sleeves, she couldn't stay.
7. Frosted reed flowers shed tears and wet clothes, and their heads are helpless. -Song Yugong "Missing Mother"
Interpretation: Seeing the autumn frost blowing reeds all over the sky, I shed sad tears. My white-haired old mother will never look forward to my visit at the door again. Chai Men, a person who relies on the old to sell the old.
6. Ancient poems about maternal love (whole poems)
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
7. Praise mother's ancient poems
1, a thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son's body. 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? -Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons
2. Parents work hard, especially mothers. -Xu Xi's Song of Persuading Filial Piety
3. The baby is coming and the mother is going to jail. -Xu Xi's Song of Persuading Filial Piety
4, mumbling to teach words, brushing sweaters one by one. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
5, the old mother and son don't, between the weeds. -Li Bai's Yu Zhanghang
6, people see men and women are good, I don't know that men and women make people old. -Wang Jian's "Short Song"
7. Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. -Wang Anshi's Tenth Five-Year Plan
8. My parents didn't know they were separated until I came. They were wearing the clothes of death. -Wang Jian's Crossing the Liao River
9. Mourn my parents and give birth to me. -"The Book of Songs Xiaoya E"
10, no dad? What can I do without my mother? -Praise the mother's poem "Xiaoya Guo E"
1 1, frost reed tears wet clothes. -Yu Gong "Thinking of Mother"
8. Poems about Mother
A poem dedicated to mother
On the night of Mother's Day,
I let the flying waves,
Send distant condolences,
Mother's hearty smile,
Laughing at my heart is sweet as honey.
I only remember my mother's young face.
She cultivated in the blue sky and white clouds,
The green waves in the field are covered by vigorous figures.
She plowed beside the roaring carriage,
The focused eyes are so beautiful and serene.
Yes, everyone has their own mother.
Sweet milk,
Full of my young blood,
In the mother's arms,
My happiness grows slowly.
The first time I left my mother,
I saw my mother's tears flowing silently.
Turning my eyes, I suddenly found that,
It turns out that mom is the paradise of that family.
No matter the ends of the earth, no matter spring, summer, autumn and winter,
Mother's concern, in my heart forever,
The warmth of home is always recalled in my heart.
Mother wore a wide apron,
She leaned against the kitchen door and smiled at me.
Watch me eat, watch me happy and sad.
When I fall into this world, my heart is twisted,
It's mother, who let me out of the fog of confusion,
It was my mother who washed away my pain and vicissitudes.
My mother!
When youth is gone,
When wrinkles and white hair overflow your heart,
The only constant is that,
This is your tenacity and strength.
Every time,
In the softest part of the atrium,
Miss you, worry about you,
I like dreaming in quiet nights,
Look at the blooming daisies on your face,
Oh, mom, my dear mom!
Now, you are north of the Yangtze River,
And I, on the south side of the Yangtze River,
The wide river can't stop the shuttle of time and space.
Because your blood is gurgling in my body.
In a vague dream,
Mother fixed it as an oil painting,
In this painting, there are white clouds, blue sky and sunshine.
Mom's smile is like the beautiful Mona Lisa.
That's an eternal smile, that's maternal love.