Poems and ancient poems about maternal love 1. Poems and ancient poems about maternal love
1, "Farewell to Old Mother" Qing: Huang Jingren hung the curtain on his mother's river beam, worrying about seeing his eyes dry.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. Open the curtain, because I want to make a living in He Liang, so I reluctantly bid farewell to my elderly mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying, and my tears dried up.
What's the use of adopting a son if you can't be filial to your mother on this snowy night and drive away this miserable and divided Chai Men? I still don't want it. 2. The Prodigal Son Tang Dynasty: The thread in the hand of Meng Jiao, a kind-hearted mother, made 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?
A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze? 3, "Kaifeng" pre-Qin: anonymous Kaifeng from the south, blowing its heart. I want to die, and my mother has a reward.
The wind blows from the south, and the wind blows from the other side. God, I have no family.
Did you catch a cold? Under Xun. With seven children, my mother is very hard.
The yellow bird, with its voice. There are seven children, don't comfort your mother.
The fluttering breeze is blowing from the south, blowing the heart of jujube trees. The tree heart is still too delicate, and my mother is really hard.
The wind fluttered, and the wind blew from the south, blowing the dense branches of Zizyphus jujuba. Mother's understanding is virtuous, and I can only repay it if I can't do it.
Cold spring, cold spring and cold spring, the source is there. Even with seven sons, mother is still working hard.
The little yellow bird is singing, and its voice is melodious and beautiful. Even with seven sons, it can't comfort the mother's heart.
4, "Mother Biezi" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's mother Biezi, son Biemu, crying during the day without light. General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.
Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan. New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.
It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home. At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.
With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated. It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.
It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.
I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you. Mother's son, son's mother, the sunshine in the daytime seems to have lost its luster because of sadness, and there is infinite sadness in crying.
The family lives in Chang 'an, Kansai, and her husband is a general in a high position. Last year, he was awarded a knighthood for his outstanding military exploits. I also got a reward of 2 million, so I married a bride as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade in Luoyang.
If the bride is not satisfied when she comes, she will ask her husband to abandon her wife; She is the lotus in his palm, and I am the nail in their eyes. It is human nature to like the new and hate the old, and it is not enough to be sad. I will pack my bags and leave helplessly.
But sadly, her husband's family still has two biological children left. One can walk by the bed and the other can sit up.
The sitting child is crying, and the walking child is clutching my clothes. You and your wife are new lovers, but you never let our mother and son meet again.
At this moment, my heart is full of unspeakable sadness. People's fickle feelings are not as good as the black magpie in the forest. Mothers don't leave their chicks, and males always take care of them. This scene is like a peach tree in the backyard. The petals that once covered the greenhouse have fallen with the wind, and the young fruits will still hang on the top of the tree to experience frost, snow and rain.
Newbie, newbie, listen to me. There are countless beautiful women in Luoyang Red Chamber. I hope the general will achieve something in the future and marry a more exquisite bride than you. 5, "Hey" Pre-Qin: I am anonymous, I am Artemisia.
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! 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 wind is biting and 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. Ancient poetry expresses love for mother.
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 bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. 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
In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over. Fei Xiaotong
3. Ancient poems about maternal love (whole poems)
1. I love them. How can I get to know my parents? Children's language
The bald old mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt sleeves were broken. Han Yu
3. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted 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
4. The baby is heavy in October, and the three students are rewarded lightly. 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
6. The mother is bitter and the mother is uneasy. Song of exhorting filial piety
7. My mother is one hundred years old and often reads until she is eighty. Song of exhorting filial piety
8. 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
9. The prodigal son respects his loving mother and doesn't feel cold. Song of exhorting filial piety
10. When the mother instrument hangs down, the pipe will be bright and the Wusu Night Station will be silent. Motto collection
1 1. In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over.
12. Mourn my parents and give birth to me. The Book of Songs
13. What's the point without mom and dad? The Book of Songs
14. The only unpolluted love in the world is maternal love. Strict words
15. When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is the partner of failure. zheng zhenduo
4. What are the ancient poems about "Parents' Love"?
1. Figure 1 of Xuan Mo Yuan Dynasty: 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.
2. "Wandering Son" Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao
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?
3. "Year End" Qing: 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.
4. "Don't Ma Lao" Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
5. "Yan Shi Xiu Liu Sao" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
There is Shuang Yan on the beam, a male and a female.
Between two rafters, a nest gave birth to Si Er.
Si Er is a long day and night, and the voice of asking for food is diligent.
Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday.
Paws are eager for us, but they are not tired.
For a moment, I was afraid of hunger in my nest.
After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter.
Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one.
Once the wings are formed, lead them to the branch of the court.
Raise your wings and fly in the wind without looking back.
Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return.
But to enter the empty nest and sing all night.
Yan Yan, don't be sad, but think about yourself.
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.
5. Ancient poems about loving mothers
Paper boat-to send my mother Bing Xin-I never refused to throw away a piece of paper, but I kept it-and I kept it, folded it into a boat and threw it into the sea.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I am still not discouraged, and I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wan Shui Qian Shan, ask him to take her love and sorrow home.
A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return. [Han] Liu An was pregnant heavily in October, but the reward was light.
Song of Persuading Filial Piety is a one-foot-three-inch treasure, which has been a work for ten years and eight years. The mother of "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" said that the child lay dry and the mother fell asleep wet.
"Song of Persuading Filial Piety" is not seen by the mother, and the child is uneasy. My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children.
Before "Song of Persuading Filial Piety", the prodigal son is not cold. Song of Persuading Filial Piety is full of love and hardship. Who knew my parents when they hurt me? "Children's Words Are Unbridled" The bald mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt sleeves were broken.
[Tang] Han Yu's mother instrument hangs down, the tube is bright, and the night platform is silent. Mottos, a thread in the hand of a loving mother, makes 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?
Meng Jiao used to live in and chose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth.
The mother of Saint Amethyst, the first relative on earth; Motherly love is the first love in the world. Strictly speaking, the only uncontaminated love in the world is maternal love.
When Yan Yan succeeds, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is the partner of failure.
Zheng Zhenduo mourned his parents and gave birth to me. The Book of Songs has neither father nor mother. The Book of Songs is the virtue of the father and the legacy of the son.
Clear pronunciation and mellow voice, parents respected; Give children a good education. Don't be happy to have a son, and don't sigh without one.
[Tang] Han Yu people see that boys and girls are good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. [Tang] Wang Jian's parents are both on earth; The rarest person in the world, brother.
Motto Lian Bi is the best parent in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed, caressed, nursed, nurtured, cared and answered me.
In the Book of Songs, the father is unkind and the son is unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy. [Northern and Southern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui had no virtuous father and brother in his life, and no strict teacher and friend outside, but few people succeeded.
[Song] Lv Gongzhu's parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents. In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over.
Fei Xiaotong.
6. What are the ancient poems about mothers?
The poem about mother is as follows:
1.
A mother failed to teach, and three yuan was sent to the kettle.
Shao Yunyun vulgar stop Yao color, Luan River low flying brush treasure furnace.
Si Kongtu (837~908) was born in Yongji, Shanxi Province. Poets and poetics in late tang dynasty. The word represents holiness, and you know from the name that it is not a son, but also an anti-insulting layman. Tang Yizong Xian Tong 10 (869) senior high school entrance examination, promoted to the top. During the reign of Zong Yi, he was called the temple adviser.
Four years later (904), Zhu Quanzhong was made the minister of rites, and Si Kongtu was released pretending to be an old man. In the second year of Kaiping in Hou Liang (908), Tang Aidi was killed and died of hunger strike at the age of 72. Si Kongtu's achievement mainly lies in his poetics, and Twenty-four Poems are immortal. The Whole Tang Poetry contains three volumes of poems.
2. Send Mother Home by Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty
I was trapped in prison when I parked the car.
Feeling from this, sadness and tears stuck in the throat.
Fang's mother is seriously ill and wants to be a famous doctor.
The bus is very urgent today, so it is difficult to stop!
Motherly love has nothing to report, what can life expect!
Li Shangyin, a native of Yuxi, xi, was a famous poet Fan Nansheng in the Tang Dynasty. His ancestral home is Qinyang, Hanoi (now Jiaozuo, Henan) and Xingyang, Zhengzhou. He is good at poetry writing, and his parallel prose also has high literary value. He is one of the most outstanding poets in the late Tang Dynasty. Together with Du Mu, it is called "Xiao", and together with Wen, it is called "Wen Li". Because his poems and essays are similar to the paragraphs and essays of the same period, all three of them rank sixteenth in the family, so they are also called "Thirty-six Style".
His poems are novel in conception and beautiful in style, especially some love poems and untitled poems are touching, beautiful and moving, and are widely read. However, some poems are too obscure to be solved, and there is even a saying that "poets always love Quincy and hate that no one writes about Jian Zheng". Caught in the struggle between Niu and Li, I was frustrated all my life. After his death, he was buried in his hometown of Qinyang (now the junction of Qinyang and Aibo County in Jiaozuo City, Henan Province). His works are included in Li Yishan's poems.