2. Poems about mother (ten sentences) Poems praising mother:
A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return. Liu An [Han]
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, nursed me, cared for me and answered me. The Book of Songs
Father is not kind, son is not filial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy. 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
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! Send mom home.
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother. At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. Bai Juyi's "Selected Poems of Yan"
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. Han Yu's Whose Son is Selected
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South. Wang Anshi's Tenth Five-Year Plan
I went to worship the mother river beam, and I was worried about my tears. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
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. Jiang Shiquan's Home at the End of the Year
First frost, Lu Hua, tears wet her skirt, bald and helpless. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock. Yu Gong's Missing Mother
The river is too wide to sail, so I don't know if it is safe. When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more! Ni Ruizhen's Mother Memory
3. I know the following lines praising my mother: 1. What can I do without my parents? In the Book of Songs, in February and October, the fetus is heavy, and the third generation is light.
Song of Persuading Filial Piety 3. One-foot-three baby, ten years and eight years' work. Song of Persuading Filial Piety 4. The mother said that the child is dry when lying down, and the mother is wet when sleeping.
Song of Persuading Filial Piety 5. When the mother is bitter, the child is uneasy. Song of Persuading Filial Piety 6. My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children.
Song of Persuading Filial Piety 7. The prodigal son didn't feel cold until he respected his mother. Song of Persuading Filial Piety 8. The old mother and son separated, and they were crying among the weeds.
-Li Bai "Yu" 9. Yesterday, Meng Mu chose its neighbors. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth.
San Zi Jing 10, bereavement of parents, giving birth to me. The Book of Songs 1 1, the mother instrument hangs, the tube is bright and bright, and the night platform is silent.
In Motto Collection 12, the mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet. Song of Persuading Filial Piety 13, Love goes through thick and thin for thousands of years, and my parents don't know? Children's Language 14, What should I do without my father and mother? The book of songs 15, parenting is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world.
"Motto Lian Bi" 16, one-foot-three baby, ten-year-old and eight-year-old job. Song of Persuading Filial Piety 17, Meng Mu's Past, Choosing Neighbors.
In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. Three-character sutra
4. My Mother, a poem about maternal love.
The greatest love in the world is the love from maternal love. Mother's heart is pure, and every supreme mother has the most sincere love. There is a sincere love hidden.
Mom has a pair of bright eyes, and her black hair is mixed with a few silver hairs, which may be a testimony to her hard life.
Other mothers are very concerned about their children, and my mother is no exception.
I remember it was a winter afternoon and I came home from school. It's raining hard. I always feel top-heavy when I go upstairs. As soon as I got home, I collapsed on the bed. At night, after a hard day's work, my mother found me lying in bed, touching my hot forehead, looking at my painful expression and watching the heavy rain outside the window. Without saying anything, she put on her raincoat and walked to the hospital behind my back. Along the way, the wind roared even harder, and it rained even harder. The wind and rain beat us mercilessly. When I got to the hospital, my mother gave me a number, and the doctor gave me an injection. I fell asleep in a daze. When I woke up, I found my mother sitting by the bed. When I woke up, my mother finally smiled. I looked at my mother's wet clothes and hair and nodded, too excited to speak.
My mother, like a diligent gardener, took great pains to cultivate me. My mother worries about me, works hard for me and encourages me constantly. I only hope that one day, I can become extraordinary in the ordinary. In a word, my mother's devotion and love to me are hard to measure. I will study hard and honor my mother.
Or this
My mother has short black hair. She has arch eyebrows, big eyes, a gentle mouth and a pair of glasses on her high nose. My mother is not only conscientious about her work, but also particularly concerned about my study and life.
I usually live in my grandmother's house and I can't see my mother until Saturday and Sunday. Every Sunday, after I finish writing the composition assigned by the teacher, my mother always reads it carefully and corrects the sick sentences wholeheartedly with me. After correcting the composition, my mother found me some similar compositions, and explained to me while reading, which parts of this composition are worth learning, which parts are well written and which parts are not well written in combination with my composition. My mother not only cares about my study, but also pays special attention to my life.
I remember one day, it was snowing heavily, and in a short time, the whole city became a Xue Hai, a snowy paradise and a snowy world. On that day, my deciduous teeth didn't fall out, but my permanent teeth grew out. My mother insisted on taking me to pull out my deciduous teeth. I don't want to go because I'm afraid of pain. I also argued with my mother for a long time, and my mother finally dragged me to the hospital. Along the way, I never talked to my mother. I threw snowballs at my mother. I thought to myself: Mom is unbelievable. Why do I have to come out for tooth extraction in such a cold day? If you don't pull it out, it will fall by itself. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor gave me an anesthetic and pulled out my deciduous teeth. I don't feel any pain. Later, I learned about my mother's painstaking efforts. Mother said, "Pull out the movable deciduous teeth and the permanent teeth will grow neatly. If you don't pull out the active deciduous teeth, the new permanent teeth will grow crooked, and it won't look good when you come back with a smile! " Sure enough, because all my deciduous teeth in the middle of the lower row have been pulled out, my permanent teeth are very neat and I laugh easily and happily.
I love my good mother.
5. It's a poem praising mother: loving mother and son is not to repay.
[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 lost 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.
[Southern and Northern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui did not have a good father and brother in his life, nor did he have a 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 stopped to ignore me and put me in Chu prison.
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! "Send Mom Home" thinks that it is a young day. If you fly high, you will carry your mother. At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.
Bai Juyi's "Yan's Showing Liu Chao" chose a white-headed old woman to cover the door, and her sleeves were broken. Han Yu's Whose Son chose his mother to go to the ditch and stay at home.
When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South. Wang Anshi's "Tenth Five-Year Plan" to pay homage to his mother, Heliang, was alarmist and dried up.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. Huang Jingren's A Farewell to Old Mother loves her son endlessly, and she is happy 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. Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year" is wet with frost and tears, and his head is helpless.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock. Yugong's "Missing Mother" is difficult to cross the river, and I don't know if it is near.
When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more! Ni Ruixuan's mother's memory.
6. Admire the poems my mother wrote to my mother. My mother is like a bright light at night. When I lose my way, she will guide me, illuminate me and walk towards the light. My mother is like the bright moon on an autumn night. When I am lonely and helpless, she will accompany me, support me and give me full confidence.
Mom, she is busy all day for me, tireless, no regrets, so on this annual Mother's Day, I want to say, thank you! I love you! Maternal love (2) Mountain is not as high as maternal love; Sea, not as deep as maternal love; God, love without a mother is vast; Naturally, there is no mother's love and tolerance; Sunshine is not as warm as maternal love; Clouds are not as white as maternal love; Flowers are not as brilliant as maternal love. Mom, we are cold. Who will add clothes for us? Who will cook for us when we are hungry? Who encouraged us when we failed? Happy for us when we succeed? She is not a robot; This is not a computer. She is my mother.
Mother is not Santa Maria, Jesus or God, but she is as gentle and kind as Santa Maya, as loving as Jesus and as wise as God. Ah! Mom, that's great! Love may take away your grace and make your hair pale, but it will never take away your kind smile? Mom, on this special day, please let me express my sincere thanks! Happy mother's day.
I love my mother. I can't finish what I want to say, and I can't finish what I want to write. Everything is in silence. Angel mother in spring, like an angel in spring, brings warm spring breeze and light rain into children's hearts and understands their needs. This loving angel gave everything to take care of the children's lives and protect their safety. No matter how bad we are, the angel mother still has the ocean-like measure to contain us.
Motherly love is like a candy. Motherly love is like a candy, wrapped in nagging and hidden in scolding. Let me look around until I understand. -So much rain and dew soaked with milk filled my early morning land, and I began to hit the road. I walk beside you in a posture, like a bunch of sacrificial flowers. (2) Mother who lives on water and uses milk as water, you have an ancient boat with a river growing on your hand. My blind eyes spewed flames, paddled and swayed, and the sun rolled around in my dreams. Always pay attention to me, cast a blue bridge. Since then, my spinal arch has become a soul. After standing, Hongshui Sang lay down and cut the wound of the day to leave blood. A poet who uses milk as his pen and ink has no specific home. He sat on the cloud and sang "Sleepless Days" for his mother. .......................................................................................................................-/dispbbs.asp? boardID = 4 & ampID= 1803。 Page= 1 Poem for Mother Volume 1 "Harvest Life" From the day I was born, I fell in love with my mother's face-I stared at the slanting sunset, hippo carried the moon and the new stars, and it was full of my sadness. My thoughts swim loudly in the ink, and my pen is full of summer thoughts on the manuscript paper. My eyebrows were twisted out of the muddy night, and my mother's messy hair was twisted out. In a delicate rain, by the river in my hometown, I remembered my mother's beauty and gentleness. I thought of my mother's smile, and acacia climbed up my cheeks. I am every cheerful river in the moonlight, and my dream lies on the riverbed of my hometown, with a hot land. My mother's eyes are full of traces of time. I stared at the years. Like a sickle waiting for autumn harvest. I swing in the sweet fruit. My autumn belongs to the season of poetry. Every memory of my hometown lives in my mind. A flock of sparrows flew in to grab all the poems related to dreams. I'm a kid with a slingshot. Suddenly, my eyes filled with tears. My eyes fly along the rolling mountains, overlooking the dreamy colors of human beings. Swallows flew to me and whispered kindly. I playfully hung upside down on the branch, playing with the secret of my palm print. Those wild vegetables, stones and rabbits, I walked through the night with the torch of spring, stood on the barren hills with the wings of my poems, and the eagle swept over to grab the mature grains. I sang songs in the early morning of autumn, and I selflessly planted my childhood longing and passion in the happy countryside. The language of poetry is now silent wheat. I lay peacefully in the eyes of fireflies, and my poems took me to heaven. Inadvertently picked up the wings of a pair of waterfowl and outlined a blue sky of their own. I walked under the willow leaves in May, and gained my moist eyes. My mind is surrounded by crazy desires. I am an affectionate person, telling the story of this river. I saw my father wriggling painfully. My father lost the dam on that bright night. Now, I put my father's smile and silent river into my burning dream and burn yellow November with moldy poems. I saw my mother's thin back and tenderness for my father. Her love for her father is buried in a mountain of loyalty. I don't know how to comfort me I tried to make a law on the crazy river and install poetry stones to stop the living body in the rainy season. I entered the language. Walking into a river, I drew a pair of angry eyes on the shore of the rising tide. My mother struggled to crawl in tearing pain. The years passed slowly on her mottled forehead. In the wet rainy season, her hard bones and muscles were soaked by a kind of rheumatism. I tried to turn all the poems into distilled medicinal liquor and sprinkle them on the wheat fields in May. Let the flame grow wildly in the wheat field, let the language flow rapidly in the mother's blood vessels, and let the poetry relieve the pain. I lost them overnight because my mother couldn't walk upright.
7. What does the famous poem about praising maternal love mean? ~ ~ ~ Marx once said: "What is more sacred than the feelings hidden in parents' hearts? Parents' hearts are the kindest judges, the closest friends and the sun of love. Her flame is shining, warming our hearts. "
What about this? But even this father includes Bing Xin: "Mom, you are a lotus leaf, I am a red lotus, and the rain in my heart is coming. Who is the shade under my sky except you? " Gonchard's famous saying: Motherly love never dries up. This shows that maternal love is very great and will always be with us.
Lao She said: Losing a loving mother is like putting a flower in a bottle. Although there is still color and fragrance, it has lost its roots. I think this sentence shows that loving mother is as important to a person as roots are to flowers.
All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. (Gorky) There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the mother's call.
(Dante).