What are the poems praising mother?

Poems praising mother: Guo E, Figure 1, Arriving home at the end of the year/at the end of the year, missing mother, missing mother, wandering, etc.

1, Guo E

Dynasty: Pre-Qin Author: Anonymous

It's me, Polygonum hydropiper. Artemisia argyi is a bandit. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.

I am a loser, but I am a thief. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.

It is a pity that the bottle is used up. It is better to die for a long time than to live with fresh people. What if there is no father? What can I do without my mother? Get a shirt when you go out, and you're exhausted when you go in.

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!

Nanshan is fierce and the wind is blowing. I don't care, I'm alone! Nanshan method, drifting with the wind. Everyone is in the valley, I'm not alone!

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Look, mugwort has grown taller, but it's not mugwort, it's mugwort. Pity my parents, it's too hard to raise me!

Look at the wormwood that snuggles up to each other, but it's not wormwood, it's Wei Pity my parents, it's too tiring to raise me!

It is a shame to fill the bottle with water, because the bottom of the bottle is empty. Living alone is boring. Might as well die early. What can I rely on without my real father? What do you depend on without your own mother? Going out for a walk is sad, and getting started is at a loss.

Dad, you gave birth to me. Mom, you raised me. You protect me, love me, support my growth, nurture me, think that I don't want to leave me, go out and hug me. I want to repay my parents' kindness, and the disasters in the old society are unpredictable!

The height of Nanshan is hard to surpass, and the biting wind is daunting. Everyone has no misfortune. Why am I the only one who was robbed? Nanshan Mountain is too high to cross, the wind is biting and shivering. No one is unfortunate, and I can't be the only one.

2, Xuan Mo map, a.

Dynasty: Yuan Author: 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.

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Brilliant daylily was born under the North Hall.

The south wind blows the day lily, swaying for whom to confide fragrance?

The kind mother leaned against the door, expecting the child.

Travellers who travel far away are so bitter!

Support for parents is alienating every day.

News of the child doesn't arrive every day.

Looking up at a misty forest,

It's a pity that I miss the call of the wise bird so far.

Step 3 get home at the end of the year

Dynasty: Qing Dynasty Author: 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.

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A mother's love for her children is endless. How happy my mother is to go home during the Spring Festival! She is sewing a cotton-padded coat for me. The needle and thread are tight. The letter I sent home has just arrived, and the ink is still wet. As soon as I met my mother, she said affectionately that I had lost weight and repeatedly asked me if I was suffering outside. I bowed my head in shame and dared not tell her about my wandering.