Poems and songs about mothers?

Stray Song Age: Tang Author: Meng Jiao Style: Yuefu Category: Thread in the hands of a loving mother, making clothes for her wayward boy'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? Note: 1, inch of grass: the metaphor is very small. 2. Sanchunhui: Sanchun refers to Meng Chun, Zhongchun and Ji Chun in spring; Hui, sunshine; Describe maternal love as the warm sunshine in spring. The kind mother has a needle and thread in her hand. In order to make new clothes for children who travel far away. Before leaving, she was busy sewing because she was afraid that the child would never come back. Who can say that a little grass-like filial piety can repay the kindness of a loving mother like Chunhui? Wandering Age of Zaju Songs: Tang Author: Yi Li Style: Yuefu Category: Women are ashamed of their husbands and guests are ashamed of their masters. Meet with the crowd, and meet with shame. You're not a bronze mirror, so what? Just because you don't touch clothes and dust doesn't mean that your heart is practicing. Be a Rong Sheng in life, but don't get tired of being a scholar. You see how different the arrows are on the string when the day flies. Ququ wandering years: Tang Author: Gu Kuang style: Yuefu category: So, I miss the fatigue of horses, so I am fascinated by birds. Clouds cover my hometown and wanderers sing. A wanderer is sad for a long time, but a cloud is Yu Dongcen. There are no acacia trees in the guest room, and the leaves are like Qiu Lin. It's hard to wander far away, so I'm sad and slutty. One is floating characters, who can ban it if you are angry? Within a hundred years of returning to China, I only wish to express my admiration. Hu Weiwei didn't return, but sat down and made Nian sick. It is not a burning heart before the old frost around the sideburns. What's so hard about Taihang? Beidou cannot fall. The night was quiet and the stars came out. I was worried. A beauty is a beauty, and a ruler is more important than gold. The crowd was different and silent. Moss on the idle steps and crickets on the cold anvil. There are several mistakes in the plan, so there is no room for danger. Wan Li is honored not to go home for three years. Dreams and souls have no heavy obstacles and are indifferent to the past and the present. Hu Weiwei didn't return, and failed the piano in the box. What's under the waist? I am looking for it. During the dynasty and the famous mountain period, Chu Shuiyin stayed in the evening. Chu water is extraordinary, and famous mountains and rivers are winding. Guests come from Dongting, and the elegant house is deep in Xiaoxiang. Oranges and pomelos are in the south, and geese stay in autumn. Below is the green grass island and above is the green orange forest. Looking into the hole with a candle, Ling Bo saw the sky. The shadow of Puhe River is uneven, and the crane chicks are soaked. Haug cherishes Du Fang and sends out light hairpins. Hu Weiwei did not return, and his clothes were stained with tears. Kites fly against the sky, and worms make mandarin fish. Glorious Great Sage, the sun and the moon shine. Although the Lord is a disciple, the strange people are divided into Shen Shen. The tower is on the cloud and the palace is on the ball. Ming Lu's ambition is to be rich in grass, but the situation is complicated. "Forever pain long sick mother, five years committee ditch creek. I was born weak and sour about life. Life is homeless, why steam! " The words are sad and sad enough to make people feel generous and shed tears for generations. Mother is a big ship, carrying us on a long voyage to pursue the mystery of life and explore the magic of the world. Mother is a beautiful song that takes us around the world and sings the history of the motherland with her beautiful tunes. Mother is the spring rain that moistens everything on the earth! Mom, I love you. You are the eternal love in my heart. Praise my mother. Mother is a huge ship, carrying us to the sea, pursuing the mystery of life and exploring the world. Mother is a magical mountain, which contains everything to raise us to grow and be strong. Our mother is a touching song that takes us everywhere and sings the history of the motherland with her beautiful tunes. Mother is the spring breeze, which blows everything in the world and brings great vitality. Mother is a spring rain, nourishing everything on the earth! Mom, I love you. You are the eternal love in my heart.