Poems in memory of mother

The poem in memory of mother is as follows:

A song "Missing Mother"

Song Dynasty: Gong Yu

Frost flowers and reeds shed tears and wet clothes, and their bald heads have no more to lean on.

Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.

Two "don't want 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.

Three "mother's other children"

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.

Four times I cry at night

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

The second time I lost my mother, I vomited because I was dumb.

Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old.

Five "Xuan Mo Map"

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.

1, "Don't want an old mother"-Huang Jingren in Qing Dynasty?

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.

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. Song Mu and Gong Zhisi

Frost flowers and reeds shed tears and wet clothes, and their bald heads have no more to lean on.

Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.

Seeing the autumn frost blowing reeds all over the sky, I shed tears of sadness. My white-haired old mother will never look forward to my visit at the door again. Chai Men, a person who seniority. Last May, during the Huangmei season, our family ran out of food, so we had to pawn the cassock and go home with rice to support our mother.