1, The Wandering Sons
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late. 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" Huang Qing Zhongze
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.
3. Wang Anshi of Song Dynasty in the 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.
4. "Arriving home at the end of the year" Qingjiang Shiquan
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. 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 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.
6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen
A loving mother loves her young, 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 noodles
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.
8. "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu
Who is not crazy, who is not crazy, who will go to the palace to call the 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" Tang
When a person is born, he rises at dawn. 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, Tang's answer to the elderly in Daibei House
The old man with a negative salary went to Zhou Bei. He looked at Wang Bei's hometown.
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" Tang
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.
12, Buxu Tang Sikong Map
A mother failed to teach, and three yuan was sent to the kettle.
Shao Yunyun vulgar stop Yao color, Luan River low flying brush treasure furnace.
13, Tang Meng Haoran, send Zhang Shen to Mingjing and Jingzhou.
In the colorful fifteenth year, 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. Who doesn't worship God if he doesn't go boating on the river?
2. Poem about maternal love 1, Meng Jiao's Wandering Son/Greeting Mother.
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?
2, "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety" Xu Xi
In October, the baby is heavy and the reward is light.
One-foot-three baby, ten years and eight years' work.
The mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet.
The mother's bitter son has not seen it yet, and the child's mother is uneasy.
My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children.
With a loving mother, the prodigal son does not feel cold.
3, "Home at the end of the year" Jiang Shiquan
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home.
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.
4. "Ge E"
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!
5. "Mother Love" Yang Weijun?
A loving mother loves her young, 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. Poems about maternal love should have a title, and what are the authors 1? Send my mother back to her hometown to park and treat me as a 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! "2, the second dock night crow Bai Juyi second dock lost his mother, 7 spit whine. 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. 3, "Wandering Son" Jiao Cimu's thread, making clothes for wayward son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a bit sentimental, and it is reported to be three Chunhui. 4. "Don't be an old mother" Huang Qing Zhongze pulls the curtain to worship the mother river beam, and only tears are worrying.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. 5. 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. 6. "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. 7, "Mother Biezi" Tang Baijuyi's mother Biezi, son Biemu, 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.
8. "Motherly Love" Yuan Yangwei 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. 9. "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan Mian Colorful Daylily 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. 10, "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu 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? 1 1, "Short Songs" is the first 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. 12, "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. 13, "Working Beyond Night" Don Hotel was too cold to sleep, and the customer turned sad.
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year. 14, Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi Xian Liu Sao" chose Si Er as Youth Day, and Gao Fei cheated on his mother.
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. 15, Song Lingyun's "Remembering Father" Wu's broken book, what do you hate in both places? The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and has borrowed the wind to ask for daily life several times.
16, Yugong's "Missing Mother" frosted reed flowers wet clothes, bald head and no longer rely on Chai Fei. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
17, Ni Ruizhen's "Missing Mother" The river is too wide to sail, and I don't know how safe it is. When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more! 18 Begging Poetry-Tao Qian's hunger drove me away. I don't know what trip Sri knocks on the door. Does the master explain whether the lingering legacy is empty? Do you want to talk about harmony all day, pour cups, feel happy, learn new things, sing happily, and then give poems to your mother? I don't know why Xie Ming responded. 19 Poetry of Responsibility-Tao Qian's gray hair is no longer true. Although there are five men who are always bad at writing, Asu has been lazy for 28 years, so there is no horse. He is not good at studying and writing. Duan Yong is thirteen, but he is nine, but he is looking for pears and chestnuts, and he is in the cup. 20. My Book-Wang Mian is better today.
Holding a cup is mom's birthday.
4. Poems describing maternal love When I entered the rainy season, my mother just passed by. I gave my mother half of the umbrella for the children to keep out the wind and rain, and my mother pushed it to me. Ah, the child under the umbrella, the mother outside the umbrella. Rain is no longer rain, but a happy and tearful day given by God to the world, just like walking on a stormy road with my mother at the front. I gave my mother some umbrellas to protect the children from the wind and rain, and my mother pushed them to me. Ah, the child under the umbrella, the mother outside the umbrella. Rain is no longer rain, but a tear of happiness that God sent to the world. Dear mom, I love you. I will always be your child. I will always need the touch of your palm. Dear mother, I love you as deeply as a stream loves a mountain. I hug you warmly and cherish the warmth of spring. I am a wild goose flying south, with creamy tenderness. I love you. My dear mother, I love you. The smell of mountains, air and water are all in youth. You carefully designed every second of my life for me. On many bright red days, I wrote poems on your wrinkled forehead with the poems and enthusiasm of my stream. Pick a bunch of the brightest roses and pin all my dear words on my mother. My mother said I was stupid. Roses are flowers that symbolize love. No, this is a flower from my child to my mother, too. Unfortunately, I haven't heard my mother tell jokes about my childhood for a long time. My mother said, silly child, what my mother wants to say to her children will never be finished. Thank you for your participation. Then I'll give you another song * * * 1 Mother's life in a storm is like walking on a road with frequent storms. Mother is at the forefront. Let some umbrellas protect the children from the wind and rain, and mother will push them to me. Ah, the child under the umbrella, the mother outside the umbrella, rain is no longer rain, but a drop of happy tears sent by God to the world. 2. Mother, after hard work, people can leave, but people will not leave, just as we will not forget our ancestors and mothers. Mother is a quilt on her body, without which she will feel cold. Mother is the salt in dishes. Without her, life would be dull. My mother must have her pain. The pain of wandering often hangs on her face and mixes with the smiles of her children. 3. Great maternal love, picking a bunch of the brightest roses, and pinning all my dear words on my mother. My mother said I was stupid. Roses are flowers that symbolize love, no, they are also flowers that children want to give her. It's a pity that I haven't heard the jokes my mother told me when I was a child for a long time. I fell asleep before listening. My mother said, silly child, what my mother wants to say to her children will never be finished. Even if I sleep in the grave, you will always be my concern. You sang Meng Jiao, a thread in the hands of a loving mother, making clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed carefully and mended it thoroughly, fearing that it would delay him from coming home, but how much love there is an inch of grass, and reported that the maternal love of San Chun Hui/Yu Hui is great, and greatness comes from selflessness.
Maternal love is full of animal instinct, and maternal love is permeated with objective agreement. Motherly love is like a glass of water, colorless and tasteless.
A child is like a fish, never leaving water. So I often forget the taste of this water.
Maternal love is like a river, clear and long. Children are like grass by the river, growing sturdily under the nourishment of the river.
Look! The grass by the river is much greener than that by the river. Motherly love is like the sea, boundless.
Countless ships were towed to sea. That ship is a child.
Mothers let their children wander and play on themselves ... Motherly love is a gentle palm when they are young, caring for them when they grow up. Motherly love is a rough palm that caresses their faces and breaks their hearts. Now, maternal love is an invisible palm, covering the sky and protecting them.
The poem "Wandering Son" is related to mother.
Tang mengjiao
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Say goodbye to my mother.
Qing Huang Zhongze
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.
Mother's love
Yuan Yangweizhen
A loving mother loves her young, 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.
People come and go just to breastfeed, while mothers embrace unknown kindness —— Poems of Qing Zi Year: Tang Author: Meng Jiao
Every year, I sew a shirt as a plow for the thread in the hands of my loving mother. -"Send Xie Gengdao to pay homage to Zhao" Year: Song Author: Zhang Yi
Pay attention to the thread in the hands of loving mothers and sew it on pedestrians. -"Two Poems by Dai Jiheng" Year: Song Author:
When I was a child, my mother taught her children the land. If she knew her son, she was looking forward to her coming. -"Homework" Year: Qing Author: Qian Zai
Meng Mu is Tao Mubin's neighbor, and Xianglinsaofeng has her own name. -"Holding Mother" Year: Song Author: Huang Gongdu
If you don't have a mother, why hug your clothes? A mother has many children, and all the mothers sympathize with her, but no other mother nurtures her. The sea is evil without bandits, and the mountain is like a tiger. Small and big don't abandon each other, deep and self-sufficient. In the eternal world, there is no such thing as a mother's house. Like a flocculant, first frost is sad. Follow eight or nine children without looking at the city. How can we feed back the cloud? The second dock is like this. The wings are not high, and the short wings will travel thousands of miles.
-"My daughter is Mr. Chen Zengweng" Year: Song Author: Pu Shoubi
And grandma didn't go, and there was no skirt in and out. -"Shiqu officials" Year: Tang Author: Du Fu
I went to worship the mother river beam, and I was worried about my tears. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
-"Don't be an old mother" year: Qing author:
God has lost his mother, and Wan Li has grown old. The sun will hang tomorrow, and tears will flow under the eaves of every family.
-"Four Wonders" Age: Qing Author: Jin Shengtan?
The second time I lost my mother, I vomited because I was dumb. -"Night Cry at Ciwu" Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying. -"Mother Biezi" Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
Grandma, don't cry sadly. This woman is not husband and wife -"Ode to Jane" Time: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
Looking back, although I wanted to talk, my mother was by my side. -"Guan's little crown, Ah Rong" Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
In the Qin dynasty, there was a floating mother who ate the king's grandson here. Wang didn't meet him, so what's the point of feeding him? Later, the king of Chu came, and gold thanked his mother for her kindness.
-"Mother's Other Side" Year: Tang Author: Cui
I can't help but feel ashamed to think of this. I helped Park Mu, and declined politely and dared not eat it. -"Su Xun Yi Jia" Year: Tang Author: Li Bai
The world is not peaceful, poor Kiko is still a child, and her family is poor, so it is up to your mother to take care of her. -"Jixing" Year: Tang Author: Du Fu
Four children are scattered, and the mother voice is still there. -"Song of Harmony Nightingale" Year: Tang Author:
Dad is cold and mom is hungry. Children should be punished for their crimes, and what to do one by one. Son in nakano, stay where you are. Nobody talks. Who talks to the children? What clothes children wear when they are cold and what food they eat when they are hungry. The child was walking in the wild, covered in frost. Mothers give birth to children, and mothers pity them. Without the pity of the mother, the child would rather not be sad.
-"Qin Qu Ge Ci Lu Shuang Cao" Year: Tang Author: Han Yu
Mother planted peaches in the sea of clouds, and the flowers were two thousand years old. -"Miscellaneous Words, Step Function Words" Year: Tang Author: Liu Yuxi
Wan Li's mother's kindness in the third annual report. -"Taimu Wei's Radius Monument" Date: Tang Author:
6. Poems about maternal love are dedicated to mothers.
Stepping on the breath of spring
This beautiful day
Fuck you and fuck me.
My heart is as warm as the sea.
I really want to sing a carol for you.
I am neither a singer nor a poet.
I won't write touching melodies into poems.
I lack flash inspiration and genius thinking.
I am ashamed that the deepest love can't be explained by a trickle.
But today,
I want to present a heart song for you.
May my song become a needle and thread.
Sew up the split wound for you.
May my songs turn into raindrops.
Moisten your thirst
May my songs turn into clouds.
Bring fragrance to your life.
May my songs turn into clouds.
Refracting the luster of the sun for you
Years climb on your forehead,
Time has crossed my shoulder,
That sweet and delicious meal,
A warm and soft sweater;
Tireless teaching;
Connect you with my life.
I finally know that there is one thing in this world,
More continuous than the water of the Yangtze River,
More thrilling than the Yellow River;
Tougher and evergreen than the green of pine and cypress;
That's your love,
Your deep love,
Selfless love,
My mother.
I don't understand everything you gave me.
But you polish my eyes.
So the world opened before my eyes.
On my strange life path
I can always see a pair of big hands to help me move forward.
Therefore, my life is no longer lonely.
My road is no longer strange.
Look at your beautiful big hands.
7. There are no fewer ancient poems about mothers 10. Huang Jingren, an old mother, went to worship her mother's river beam, worrying about her tears in vain. On a snowy night in Chai Men, having a son is better than nothing. In the west, she left her mother's grave and went to the top of the mountain. The sun was dim. At dusk, the birds stay alone. The forest was full of wine and tears, but Ding Ning told her to go home early. Feng Wuqi/Butterfly Lovers. It's really rare in modern times. Qiu Sao is over 69 years old this year. Corning can inherit my loving mother. I wish her happiness and kindness. I wish her and her mother a long life together. I love her. Huatang is a longevity wine. Xie Kaifu gave her a fragrant light-colored coat, which Huang Tingjian folded and the spring scenery entered the book curtain. When she got home, the loving mother asked her in surprise that Wang Suntuo was not here. One year's loving mother looks forward to returning to her heart. When I am sick, I can't help but see the power of mountains. I want to watch the sunset on three paths. Want to send Zhang Zhongmou, Huang Tingjian to Zhang Gongzi, autumn when mourning. I will put on the thread of loving mother and spend all my money on travelers. I will say goodbye to the sky sooner or later, and then return to the comfortable Shen Lu. Huanghua is a bottle of wine. I'll pour it with you. Xuan Mo is a painting by Wang Mian. A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk. She is willing to be sparse and her voice is blocked day by day. Looking up at Yunlin, she was ashamed to listen to birds. Qu Qiubai, who was crying over his mother's poems, didn't kiss her when she was poor, and her blue shirt was full of new tears. Today, no one asked her if she was hungry and cold and loved her son before she died. Mao Zedong, a four-character poem mourning his mother, died suddenly. She lived to be 53 years old. It is difficult to prepare a calendar. This is devastating, so it is a disease. In the middle, it is a sad history. I can't bear to write a book and wait for Xu Wen to vomit. Now I want to speak for two purposes: one is virtuous, and the other is abhorrent of prejudice. My mother advocates fraternity first. I'm near and I'm far away, and it's all repetitive. Kay is kind and moved. I can love it. Originally, distinguish the reasons and divide the feelings. Everything is clear, there is nothing to hide. The wind of cleanliness spread throughout Qi Li. It is not polluted, it is physical and mental. Five virtues are great goals. It fits his personality, such as being on top. He hates prejudice, but he is outside the three basic principles. He was ambitious, but he didn't get what he wanted. His mental pain is outstanding. God depends on people. Everything is fine. I cherish my heart again and love my dear ones. I am grateful for my kindness, or I am overworked. All my relatives and friends need rewards. Generally speaking, I will be grateful for the glory of Shengde, and the effect will not be violated. If I hate it, I will make it up. I am here, and my heart will not surpass it. I will be deeply grateful. They are all accompanied by relatives. Today, the words are long, but the time is short. However, it is shallow to shoot the big end. At this time, the family will give a drink and make this. After that, the words will get longer and longer. "Yan Shi Xiu Liu Zuo" Bai Juyi has Shuang Yan on the beam, dancing men and dancing women. A bird's nest was born in Si Er. The mother's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. She muttered to herself, brushing sweaters one by one. Once she formed her wings, she took her to the branches of the courtyard. She raised her wings and flew in the wind without looking back. Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return. However, she was in an empty nest, singing all night. Don't be sad, Yan Yan, but she should return to her own ideas. When she treats her like a chicken, she will fly back to her mother. Her parents missed her at that time, but today she should know.
8. Six poems about maternal love 1, Wang Song Anshi in the 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.
2. "Arriving at Home at the End of the Year" Qingjiang Shiquan
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. 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.
3, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen
A loving mother loves her young, 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.
4, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan surface
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.
5, "Short Songs" Tang
When a person is born, he rises at dawn. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill. Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years,
Half a day in the evening is 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.
6, "Send Mother Home" Li Shangyin
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!
7, "The Wandering Son" Tang Meng Jiao
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?