Meng Jiao's poems about his mother's birthday.

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?

Meng Jiao's poem about mother is a wandering poem, a five-character ancient poem, and an ode to maternal love. Through a seemingly ordinary mother's sewing before leaving, it highlights the greatness and selflessness of maternal love. This poem is sincere and natural and has been widely read for thousands of years.

A mother is like a three-year-old spring. Parents and children never forget each other. Always remember the feelings of life and nurture, and pay every day. Time flies, and you are happy to keep your heart. Motherly love is higher than mountains and the sea is longer. Parenting makes people cry, and childbirth never forgets.