Poems to express gratitude to mother are as follows:
1. Yin of Wandering Son
Meng Jiao of Tang Dynasty
The thread in the hands of the loving mother is on the clothes of the wandering son.
Before leaving, I am worried that I will return later.
Whoever says nothing about grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
02. Picture of Mo Xuan
Yuan Wangmian
The brilliant day lily flowers grow under the North Hall.
The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom?
A loving mother leans on her door with love, but a wanderer’s journey is painful.
Every day the sweet message is sparse, and the sound is blocked every day.
Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise bird.
03, Fifteenth
Song Dynasty King Anshi
moved his mother to Han ditch and left Bai Hanyin at home.
When I heard about Du Yu in the bright moon, the north and the south were always concerned.
04. Ciwu cries at night
Tang Bai Juyi
Ciwu lost his mother and uttered a mournful voice hoarsely.
Never fly away day or night, keeping the old forest for many years.
It cries at midnight every night, and those who hear it are Zhanjin.
The voice is like telling, but the heart of giving back is not fulfilled.
05. Arriving home at the end of the year
Qing Jiang Shiquan
My love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home.
The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are fresh with ink marks.
When we meet, we pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships.
I am ashamed of my son and dare not sigh in the dust.
06. Qianxing
Du Fu of Tang Dynasty
Ji Zi is a good man. I was learning Chinese the year before last.
Ask someone’s name and recite an old man’s poem.
When the world is in chaos, I pity him for his young age, but when his family is poor, he looks up to his mother's kindness.
The deer gate cannot be carried, and the goose foot is in trouble.
The armies of heaven and earth are full, and the mountains and rivers are in mourning.
Returning suavely avoids losing each other, and dare not say farewell until the day comes.
7. Motherly love
Yang Weizhen of the Yuan Dynasty
Motherly love, love for young children, Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince.
The steps of the dragon and the tiger change with each passing day, and the dog moves with the eagle and follows the trend with each passing day.
Isn’t there a child six feet below the knee? Ah Zhao and Amei are not cubs.
The ghost lights are dim at night, and the heavy snow is falling.
If hundreds of officials don’t hold Dong Hu’s pen, what will happen to an orphan and a widower?
Suddenly, a silver pillar ax was pierced on the ground in front of the bed, and it was the king of Han's golden cabinet who was responsible for the book.