This famous poem praising maternal love was written in the Tang Dynasty.

"Wandering Son" Jiao Cimu's thread 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? 2, "Don't be an old mother" Zhong went to worship the mother river beam, worried about tears. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. 3. Wang Song Anshi put her mother in the ditch and her family in the shade during the Tenth Five-Year Plan. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South. 4. "Arriving home at the end of the year" Qingjiang Shiquan loves his son endlessly and is happy to return to his hometown. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains. If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh. 5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Baijuyi's mother Biezi, son Biemu, crying during the day without lights. 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. 6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen loves her 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. 7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan Mian colorful daylily flowers, 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. 8. "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu was neither crazy nor crazy. He 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? 9. "Short Songs" is the day when Tang was born and came out. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill. Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better. There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today. People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. Short songs, no music. 10, "Answer to the Old Man in Zhou Bei" Zhang Tang said that the old man with negative salary went to Zhou Bei, and Wangbei Township was worried about his life. He said that the old man had three sons, all of whom had died in Huangsha. Now that the child has just grown up, he will confess next year. Knowing this, we will fall apart and cannot live and die together. Borrow a farm house from Wu next door, and then go to the countryside alone. It's even harder to have more children. Recently, it is said that the Emperor advocates martial arts and vegetables, and Qiang Bing wants to be quiet. Ensuring border security is a long-term policy, so there is no need to expel China people. 1 1, "Night Shift" Don Hotel has no sleep on a cold night, and the guest's heart turns to sorrow. Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year. 12, "Buxu" Tang Sikong's mother was teaching Buxu, and Sanyuan sent the kettle. Shao Yunyun vulgar stop Yao color, Luan River low flying brush treasure furnace. 13, "Send Zhang to Jingzhou Province" Haoran fifteen years of colorful clothes, before trying 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. Poems about maternal love: A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return. [Han] Liu An was pregnant heavily in October, but the reward was light. Song of Persuading Filial Piety is a one-foot-three-inch treasure, which has been a work for ten years and eight years. The mother of "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" said that the child lay dry and the mother fell asleep wet. "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" is not seen by the mother, and the child is uneasy. My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. Before "Song of Persuading Filial Piety", the prodigal son is not cold. Song of Persuading Filial Piety is full of love and hardship. Who knew my parents when they hurt me? "Children's Words Are Unbridled" The bald mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt sleeves were broken. [Tang] Han Yu's mother instrument hangs down, the tube is bright, and the night platform is silent. Mottos, a thread in the hand of a loving mother, makes 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 used to live in and chose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. The mother of Saint Amethyst, the first relative on earth; Motherly love is the first love in the world. Strictly speaking, the only uncontaminated love in the world is maternal love. When Yan Yan succeeds, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is the partner of failure. Zheng Zhenduo lost his parents and gave birth to me. The Book of Songs has neither father nor mother. The Book of Songs is the virtue of the father and the legacy of the son. Clear pronunciation and mellow voice, parents respected; Give children a good education. Don't be happy to have a son, and don't sigh without one. [Tang] Han Yu people see that boys and girls are good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. [Tang] Wang Jian's parents are both on earth; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi is the best parent in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed, caressed, nursed, nurtured, cared and answered me. In the Book of Songs, the father is unkind and the son is unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy. [Northern and Southern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui had no virtuous father and brother in his life, and no strict teacher and friend outside, but few people succeeded. [Song] Lv Gongzhu's parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents. "Motto Lian Bi" Motherly love (modern poem) Motherly love, regardless of children's looks, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter maternal love, lofty and great maternal love, infinite loyalty, regardless of whether you are peaceful or restless, regardless of whether you fail or succeed, maternal love is everywhere, it is her who accompanies you to experience life, and it is her who is released from the world. Changhong, Qingtian, don't understand maternal love, you have lost the true meaning of life. You forget maternal love, high officials, high officials, high salaries, cold blood, and empty shells. A mother is down and out, lamenting why it is peaceful. With our hands, we can touch and dye colorful colors, and with our love, we can scale and care for the overall prosperity and care for our mother. It is also the sublimation and purification of you and me. Try to dry your tears for your mother. * * Enjoy the magnificence of 1 Motherly love is a blood connection and a blessing for children. Motherly love is like the wind in spring. A mother's love is a cloud in the sky, always letting the hot sun pass through her body first to give the earth a change of wind and rain. Motherly love is the sunset after the rain. It always lets the washed earth lie in her arms and writes colorful life dreams in the high sky ... 2. Motherly love (prose poetry) Motherly love is the eternal love of human beings. We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations. There is no thrilling historical epic, no shocking reversal of stormy waves, and maternal love is like a spring rain, a clear song, which moistens things silently and leisurely. Yu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... Their destination is the elderly who are getting old ... It is impossible to call for their mothers without moving people, and they have to wander without calling for return." Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. With the children sipping and sipping, it is endless. Therefore, the lingering maternal love is integrated into the children's laughter and tears. Motherly love is like an idyll, far away and pure, elegant and light; Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural. Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly; Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring. Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter and a wandering yearning. Motherly love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sickbed. Motherly love is the ardent expectation of their children's growth. A ray of moonlight slanted into the room. In the quiet room, the kind mother was packing things for her son. Trying to stop ... the sun swallowed the darkness. The threshold of the station has been urged again and again, and there are thousands of words in it. Tears are all in the words. Tears infiltrated the eyes of the North Mother, and her son's tears poured down like rain. The loving mother snuggled up on the threshold and never came back. Son and figure, disappeared in the vast alley. Sometimes I take out the photos and look at them over and over again, and tears fall on them. I am proud to learn that my son has achieved excellent grades. Tears flow through the eyes again, which are tears of happiness and excitement ... happiness is always accompanied by tears. Rui Liu, don't be nice to your mother. Don't be nice to your mother with tears in your eyes. People cried when the moon entered the clouds. Everyone left, and mom stayed alone. Ask mom why she stayed. Mother said it was hard to let go and continued to be told. Nodding one by one, my heart is full of disappointment. Don't be nice to your mother. The candlelight flickered, making people speechless. Hearing my mother crying, I looked up quickly. Ask mom why she is crying. It is too difficult for a mother to say goodbye to her son. Open your mouth, my mother is very helpless. Don't be nice to your mother. Mother's heart widened and tears flowed down. Mother stopped crying and comforted her son. Ask mother why? Mother said she was sad and didn't want to see her son cry. I'm at a loss, but my mother has left. On the eve of parting, I packed my bags in the shadow of the light, and my mother was busy in the sunset. My mother's background is still the same. She wants to put me in her eyes before dusk. The sun sets and a crescent moon hangs in the sky. I recall the past, as if my mother had read my heart and was immersed in memories by intuition. I remember she took pains to take care of me, and I remember my mother cooking for me. She quietly helped me pack up. She told me with her eyes full of complicated feelings, go well and think about this home. My mother didn't say anything to me, but communicated with me with her heart, on the eve of parting. We don't say anything about missing each other. With my mother and I for many years of feelings, a vision, a familiar action. Mother didn't sit there, but walked quietly with a warmth. Parting is a long time, a long journey and a thousand tears for a loving mother. Carefully pack your bags and get ready for a mountain of things. Holding hands and telling a thousand words, the river is flowing. Bitterness and distress are the hearts of children. The child is in my heart. Looking back, it was still in front of the hall. I didn't know until I got on the road, but my shoulders were heavy ... Bo Gongying drifted and wandered far away. Your weak body seems to tremble gently in the wind. Your lips are moving slightly, and you are silently blessing the children who are far away from their homeland. Reluctant to leave. Your strong heart inspires us to float in different places; Tears gushed silently. Don't you send nectar to your children? Face the sun and move forward bravely. Your wish has finally come true, and our descendants of Bo Gongying have finally taken root and blossomed in the distance. You will always be our home. Leaves that leave in late autumn also leave the trees that raised them. Leaves have not forgotten the tree's nourishment for them. The tree reluctantly put down its leaves, which drifted away with the wind. The ripe fruit was thrown into the embrace of the earth, and the fruit did not forget the education of the branches and vines. Branches and vines gently loosen their hands and let the fruit roll away. People who have grown up have left home to join the social tide. Children walk on Wan Li Road, mothers worry, but grown-up people remember their mothers' love. The mother sent her son away in tears, and his son drifted in the wind and waves. When the child fell asleep, the young mother gently packed her things. Tomorrow, she will board the plane and fly to that distant place. Mother sat on the bed and looked at her daughter blankly. Her beautiful face was covered with tears, so she waited until dawn. The sun rose, and the daughter looked at the background of her mother's departure with tears in her eyes. "Don't go, Mom." The young mother walked relentlessly in front of the airport boarding gate, and suddenly there was a cry of "mom" behind her. It's her lovely daughter calling her. Mother froze. Her daughter's shouts made her unwilling to go any further. She threw herself at her daughter and held her in her arms, unwilling to leave for a long time. Suddenly, the mother left the child quickly. On the plane that left. A young mother is crying silently. Motherly love has great love, leaving without great body. Painful love contains this kind of pain hidden in her heart. Looking back, she was still wandering by the window. The feeling of love is so strong that she can't tell the feeling of standing out in the rain. The heart is full of sunshine, and a bright lamp falls. The gentle whisper is beside me. Why the flowers in my heart withered on the night of parting, why the birds stopped singing, why the night in late autumn was so quiet .. The needle in my mother's hand was so busy, and the needle in my mother's hand was so hot. I'm too busy to know what to do. It's too hot, and my heart is colder. The needle has mended my clothes, but there are ripples in my heart ... Time flies so fast, time flies so slowly, flowers, birds and night children are doing silent accompaniment ... My mother's luggage is loaded and loaded, and my heart is heavy. But my mother doesn't know that no matter how many things are packed, there is one thing that can't be taken away-a wandering heart. There are still three hours before departure on parting night. My mother's figure has been shaking around me. I have a pair of shoes on my left and a pack of medicine on my right. The originally long packet has been stretched for more than two meters. My mother bowed her head and looked up. Looking around seems to have taken everything away. Shiny sweat fell to the ground with my mother's figure. Looking at this pearl-like sweat, my tears also merged. Tomorrow I will board the plane at 10: 30. I can't sleep tonight Looking at the candlelight, the villagers are checking my luggage for me. My eyes are getting wet ... The plane will board at 10: 30. My mother and I are standing at the boarding gate. Her trembling hand was tight. Hold me and don't cry, I told myself-when I was sitting on the plane, my tears finally rolled down my motherland. I gently say goodbye to you and gently recall that I came to this world. How can I forget that you gave me the best gift in the world? I like this priceless gift very much. She is great and eternal.