Poetry about maternal love 1. What poems describe maternal love?
1. the wanderer sings, but how much love does the grass have to give the sun's rays? .
2. "Don't be an old mother". This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
3. During the Tenth Five-Year Plan, Anshi put his mother in the ditch, which eclipsed the Du family.
4. "Arriving home at the end of the year" Qingjiang Shiquan loves his son endlessly and is happy to return to his hometown.
5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Baijuyi's mother Biezi, the son's other mother, crying during the day.
6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen loves her chicks, and Zhao is the Crown Prince.
7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan Mian? A loving mother leans against the door, and a wanderer walks on the street.
8. "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu went back to her family to cover the door and broke her sleeve.
9, "Short Songs" Tang Jia sees that men and women are good, I don't know that men and women make people old.
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2. Complete poems about maternal love
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. -Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
And grandma didn't go, and there was no skirt in and out. -Du Fu's Stone Trench
The Queen Mother of the West opened the window on the Yaochi; The voice of bamboo songs is very sad. -Li Shangyin's "Yaochi"
The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk. -Wang Mian's "Figure 1 of Xuan Mo"
After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white. -Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
In the colorful fifteenth year, before trying to be a loving mother. -Meng Haoran's "Send Zhang into Jingzhou"
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. -Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
First frost's Lu Hua tears wet her skirt-Yu Gong's "Thinking of Mother"
3. Love poems: 15 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? (Don Meng Jiao: Wandering Sons)
2. When a person is a stranger in a foreign land, he misses his family more often during the festive season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Tang: "Shanju Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers")
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee-hugging lamp. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. (Tang Bai Juyi: "Homesickness on a Winter Night in Handan")
4, the child led the clothes and asked: Why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (Don "Going Home")
5, Xian Yi, young and old, left home, the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (Tang He Zhang Zhi: Homecoming Book)
6. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. ("Early Tang and Song Wen Zhi: Crossing the Han River")
Under the blue mountain, we wound our way, and my boat and I walked along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Don Wang Wan: "The next berth on the North Fort Mountain")
8. Humayi north wind, crossing the south branch of the Bird's Nest. -"Nineteen Ancient Poems Travel and Travel")
9. Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. -("aphorisms")
10, I advise you to drink one more glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason. -(Tang Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu")
1 1, there is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Could there be frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -(Tang Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night)
12, teenagers leave home and return home, and the local accent does not change. -(Homecoming Book by Tang and Zhang Zhi)
13, my mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. -("Song of Filial Piety")
14, parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. -("epigram couplet")
15, where is your hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. -(Song Qingzhao's Bodhisattva Man)
16, the mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet. -("Song of Filial Piety")
17, when the master instrument is hung, the tube is bright, and Wusu stays at the static night platform. -("aphorisms")
18, the moon is bright tonight. I wonder who Qiu Si will fall into. -(Don Wang Jian's "Fifteen nights full moon to send Du Langzhong")
19, elegy can be crying, and angelica can be in the distance. -(Han Yuefu folk song "Elegy")
4. Emotional poems about mom
Paper boat author: Bing Xin
I never throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-save it.
Fold into a boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still don't give up and fold every day.
I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan, please carry her love.
Sadness is back.
Author: Shu Ting
Your pale fingertips touch my temple.
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt
Ah, mom.
In order to keep your fading figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke.
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf.
Afraid that cleaning will make it
Lose your unique warmth
Ah, mom.
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.
I dare not moan.
Ah, mom.
I often look up at your photos sadly.
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.
Although I have written many songs.
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom.
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
Not a torrent, not a waterfall.
It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
5. Poetry about maternal love,
Motherly love poems
A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return. Liu An [Korea]
In October, the baby is heavy and the reward is light. Song of exhorting filial piety
One-foot-three baby, ten years and eight years' work. 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
The mother's bitter son has not seen it yet, and the child's mother is uneasy. Song of exhorting filial piety
My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. Song of exhorting filial piety
With a loving mother, the prodigal son does not feel cold. Song of exhorting filial piety
I didn't know my parents when I loved them. Children's language
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt and sleeves were broken. Han Yu
When the mother instrument hangs down, it is bright and the night platform is silent. Motto collection
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? [Tang] Meng Jiao
Yesterday, Meng Mu chose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. Three Character Classic
Mother, the first relative in the world; Motherly love is the first love in the world. Strict words
The only unpolluted love in the world is maternal love. Strict words
When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is the partner of failure. zheng zhenduo
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. The Book of Songs
What's wrong with having no father? What's wrong with not having a mother? The Book of Songs
A father's virtue is a son's legacy. Strict words
Parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. Motto couplets
Don't be happy with children, and don't sigh without children. Han Yu
Everyone knows that it is good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women will make people old. Wang Jian
All parents in the world; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi
Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. Motto Lian Bi
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nurtured me,
Take care of me and answer me. The Book of Songs
Father is not kind, son is not filial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; Husband is unfair.
This woman is not smooth. Yan Zhitui [Southern and Northern Dynasties]
There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, no strict teachers and friends outside, and few people can succeed. [Song] Lv Gongzhu
Parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents. Motto Lian Bi
6. Poetry about maternal love and affection
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. The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt and sleeves were broken.
[Tang] The thread in the hands of Han Yu's loving 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 groaned when he lost his mother for the second time.
Parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. 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 puts the mother in the ditch and leaves the family in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, the north and the south always cared about the triumphant wind and thorns blowing from the south.
I want to die, and my mother has a reward. Motherly love has nothing to report, what can life expect! .
Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying.
When the mother instrument hangs down, it is bright and the night platform is silent. The collection of proverbs bows down to the mother's river beam, and only tears are worrying.
Everyone knows that it is good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women will make people old. [Tang] Wang Jian's parents are both on earth; The rarest person in the world, brother.
Motto Lian Bi is full of love and hardship. Who knew my parents when they hurt me? "Children's language" is the best for parents. Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. Don't be happy with children, and don't sigh without children.
[Tang] Han could not bear to move lightly when sewing again, and there were old thread marks of loving mother on it. With a loving mother, the prodigal son does not feel cold.
Song of exhortation to filial piety.
7. Two poems about maternal love
1, a loving mother is attached to the door, and it is difficult for a wanderer to walk. -"Xuan Mo Map" Author: Wang Mian in Yuan Dynasty
2. What if there is no father? What can I do without my mother? -"Xiaoya Guo E" Author: Zhou Anonymous
3, the mother is not a child, the child is not a mother, and there is no light crying during the day. -"Mother Biezi" Author: Bai Juyi
4, male and female empty singing, the sound does not return. -"Yan Shi Xiu Liu Chuo" Author: Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
5. Frosted reed flowers shed tears and wet clothes, and their heads are helpless. -"Thinking of Mother" Author: Gong at the end of Song Dynasty and the beginning of Yuan Dynasty
6, bow down to the mother river beam, tears flow. -"Don't be an old mother" Author: Huang Jingren in Qing Dynasty
7, people see men and women are good, I do not know that men and women make people old. -"Short Songs" Author: Cao Cao at the end of Han Dynasty
8. At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. -"Yan Shi Xiu Liu Chuo" Author: Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
9. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son. -Meng Jiao, author of Wandering Sons
8. Motherly love poems
A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return. Liu An [Korea]
In October, the baby is heavy and the reward is light. Song of exhorting filial piety
One-foot-three baby, ten years and eight years' work. 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
The mother's bitter son has not seen it yet, and the child's mother is uneasy. Song of exhorting filial piety
My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. Song of exhorting filial piety
With a loving mother, the prodigal son does not feel cold. Song of exhorting filial piety
I didn't know my parents when I loved them. Children's language
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt and sleeves were broken. Han Yu
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? [Tang] Meng Jiao
Yesterday, Meng Mu chose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. Three Character Classic
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. The Book of Songs
What's wrong with having no father? What's wrong with not having a mother? The Book of Songs
A father's virtue is a son's legacy. Strict words
Parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. Motto couplets
Don't be happy with children, and don't sigh without children. Han Yu
Everyone knows that it is good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women will make people old. Wang Jian
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nurtured me,
Take care of me and answer me. The Book of Songs
9. What are the poems about maternal love?
1. Thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son. -Meng Jiao's "Wandering Sons/Welcome Mother to Wander"
At this moment before departure, the old mother's stitches were so thin that she was afraid that her son would not come home for a long time and would sew the clothes more firmly.
2. People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. -Wang Jian's "Short Song"
Everyone says it is a good thing to have boys and girls, but they don't know that boys and girls are older.
3. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. -Anonymous "Guo E"
Pity my parents, it's too hard to raise me! Expressed his pity and regret for his parents.
I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to go home. -Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
There is no end to loving your son, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time.
5. Bow down to the mother river beam and weep in vain. -Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
Open the curtain, because I want to make a living in He Liang, I can't bear to say goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying, and my tears had dried up.