Poems about expressing parents' love 1. Poetry expressing parents' love
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To worship the mother river beam,
Worry, watch.
On the tragic snowstorm night in Chai Men,
At this time, having children is better than nothing.
China's Poetry-Qing-Huang Jingren
Always how many tears, all dyed red hand-sewn clothes.
"My father is full of books and the bus is pestering me" (Shi Qisheng's "Writing in My Arms")
In October, the baby is heavy and the reward is light. -"Song of Persuading Filial Piety"
The blue sky wails, calling strict father; Clear water complains of blood every word, and every word cries for mother.
Don't teach your parents to suffer, and don't teach them to worry.
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
2. What ancient poems are there to express maternal love?
The five-character ancient poem "Send Mother Home" "Parking is boundless, and I am trapped 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, and life requirements are higher! "
Bai Juyi cries at night in Ciwu.
The second time I lost my mother, I vomited because I was dumb.
Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old.
Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved.
If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart.
A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad.
What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness.
Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died.
What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird.
The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied.
The Book of Songs Li Feng Kaifeng
The wind blew from the south, blowing his spine. 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.
Is there any cold in the spring? 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.
Translation:
The wind from the south,
Blow the heart of jujube tree.
The heart of the tree is too thin and fragile,
Mom is really hard.
The wind from the south,
Blow jujube thick branches.
Mother's understanding and virtue,
I can't repay you until I can do it.
Cold spring cold spring water is cold,
The source is there.
Despite having seven sons,
Mom is still very hard.
The little yellowbird is singing,
The voice is melodious and beautiful.
Despite having seven sons,
Can't comfort the mother's heart.
I tried my best, but I still can't find it.
3. What are the poems expressing love for parents?
1. 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! -"Guo E" in the pre-Qin period
Interpretation: 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!
2. My parents didn't know that they were separated until they came. Paying attention to clothes was like dying. —— Excerpted from Wang Jian's Crossing the Liao River in the Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: When I went to war, my parents knew that it would be difficult to get together again in this life, so they asked me to get dressed again, as if mourning for my death.
I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh. -"Year-end Home/Year-end Home" Jiang Shiquan in Qing Dynasty.
Interpretation: Mom, my son has always been ashamed of you and won't have the heart to tell the story of his wandering outside.
4, but the inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it is reported to be three spring rays. -Meng Jiao's "Wanderer" in the Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: Who dares to say that children are weak and filial as grass, and they can repay the kindness of loving mothers like Chunhui Puze?
5. It's a miserable snowy night in Chai Men. It's better to have a baby than nothing at this time. -Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old lady" in the Qing Dynasty
Interpretation: In this snowy night, you can't be filial to your mother. Unfortunately, you have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. What's the use of adopting a son? I still don't want it.
4. What are the ancient poems that express children's love for their parents?
Love poems praising parents are:
1. One-foot-three baby, ten years and eight years' work. -"Song of Persuading Filial Piety"
2. What should I do without my father and mother? -The Book of Songs
3. Mourn my parents and give birth to me. -The Book of Songs
My mother is a hundred years old and often reads until she is eighty. -"Song of Persuading Filial Piety"
5. Parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents. -"aphorisms are interlocking"
6. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son. -"Wandering Son"
7. The baby is heavy in October, and the reward is light. Song of exhorting filial piety
I didn't know my parents when I loved them. Children's language
9. When the mother instrument hangs down, it is the bright tube and the quiet night platform. Motto collection
10. The old bald mother hid her face and cried, and her sleeves were broken. Quan Tang Shi
1. The prodigal son doesn't feel cold when his loving mother is in front of him. Song of exhorting filial piety
2. The mother has never seen a bitter child, and the child is uneasy. Song of exhorting filial piety
3. A father's virtue is his son's legacy. Clear pronunciation and mellow voice, parents respected; Give children a good education. Motto couplets
4. 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
5. What are the great ancient poems expressing maternal love?
Such as "mother's kindness, I have no one", "a thread in the hands of a proud mother, making clothes for her wayward boy's body", "the night scene is lonely and dark, and the hair is new"
The Wandering Son, Tang Meng Jiao
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Don't be old, Huang Qing Nakazawa.
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.
Get home at the end of the year Qingjiang 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.
Except at night, Don.
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.
6. Write a poem to express your love for your parents
Mom, you are the soil and I am the flowers and plants. When I'm roasting in the sun, who can moisten my dry heart except you?
Mom, you are running water and I am a fish. When the drought comes, who can give me a stable home except you?
Mom, you are a safe haven and I am a boat. When the storm comes, who can I rely on in the sea except you?
Mom, you are a bird's nest, I am a bird, and my heart is cold. Except you, who is my warmth in the cold wind?
Mother, you are the soil, I am the bud, and the wind and rain are coming. Who can make me grow up healthily except you?
Mom, you are a thorn, I am a rose, and the danger around me is coming. Except you, who is my strength when I am weak and helpless?
7. Poems describing parents' love
Motherly love is a blood connection and a blessing for children. Motherly love is like the wind in spring. Motherly love is green, when she gently blows across the earth. A mother's love is a cloud in the sky, always letting the scorching sun pass through her body first, calling for wind, rain and peace. Motherly love is the sunset after the rain, always letting the washed earth lie in her arms and writing colorful life dreams in the high sky.
A ray of moonlight slanted into the room. In the quiet room, the kind mother was packing things for her son.
Trying to stop ... the sun swallowed the darkness. The threshold of the station has been urged again and again, and there are thousands of words in it.
Tears are all in the words. Tears infiltrated the eyes of the North Mother, and her son's tears poured down like rain.
The loving mother snuggled up on the threshold and never came back. Son and figure, disappeared in the vast alley.
Sometimes I take out the photos and look at them over and over again, and tears fall on them. I am proud and proud to know that my son's grades are excellent.
Tears flow through the eyes again, which are tears of happiness and excitement ... happiness is always accompanied by tears. Don't be nice to your mother, Zhang Qian, with tears in your eyes.
People cried when the moon entered the clouds. Everyone left, and mom stayed alone.
Ask mom why she stayed. Mother said it was hard to let go and continued to be told. Nodding one by one, my heart is full of disappointment.
Don't be nice to your mother. The candlelight flickered, making people speechless.
Hearing my mother crying, I looked up quickly. Ask mom why she is crying. It is too difficult for a mother to say goodbye to her son.
Open your mouth, my mother is very helpless. Don't be nice to your mother.
Mother's heart widened and tears flowed down. The mother stopped crying and comforted her son.
Ask mother why? Mother said she was sad and didn't want to see her son cry. I'm at a loss, but my mother has left.
On the eve of Rui Liu's departure, I packed my bags in the shadow of the light, and my mother was busy in the sunset. My mother's background is still the same. She wants to put me in her eyes before dusk.
The sun sets and a crescent moon hangs in the sky. I recall the past, as if my mother had read my heart and was immersed in memories by intuition. I remember she took pains to take care of me, and I remember my mother cooking for me.
She quietly helped me pack up. She told me with her eyes full of complicated feelings, go well and think about this home. My mother didn't say anything to me, but communicated with me with her heart, on the eve of parting.
We don't say anything about missing each other. With my mother and I for many years of feelings, a vision, a familiar action.
Mother didn't sit there, but walked quietly with a warmth. Cai Yunkai is about to leave. It will be a long time, a long journey and a thousand tears for his loving mother.
Carefully pack your bags and get ready for a mountain of things. Holding hands and telling a thousand words, the river is flowing.
Bitterness and distress are the hearts of children. The child is in my heart.
Looking back, it was still in front of the hall. I didn't know until I got on the road, but my shoulders were heavy ... Zhang Tianming, Bo Gongying, wandering far away.
Your weak body seems to tremble gently in the wind. Your lips are moving slightly, and you are silently blessing the children who are far away from their homeland.
Reluctant to leave. Your strong heart inspires us to float in different places; Tears gushed silently. Don't you send nectar to your children? Face the sun and move forward bravely.
Your wish has finally come true, and our descendants of Bo Gongying have finally taken root and blossomed in the distance. You will always be our home.
In late autumn, leaves in Hu Yi leave the trees that raised them one by one. The leaves did not forget the nourishment of the tree, and the tree reluctantly put down the leaves, and the leaves went with the wind. The ripe fruit was thrown into the embrace of the earth, and the fruit did not forget the education of the branches and vines. Branches and vines gently loosen their hands and let the fruit roll away.
People who have grown up have left home to join the social tide. Children walk on Wan Li Road, mothers worry, but grown-up people remember their mothers' love.
The mother sent her son away in tears, and the son swayed in the wind and waves. Yellow Paper Boat Author: Bing Xin I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper, but keep it forever-fold it into a boat and throw 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 still don't give up and fold every day. I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home.
When the eternal mother opens her newborn eyes for the first time, the first thing she sees is her mother's extremely holy and loving eyes and tears of joy-her eyes stare at you unblinkingly, and your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively, but you can't express your feelings. Her limbs danced wildly for you-she couldn't help crying loudly. After many days and nights of cultivation, she finally sat up straight. Your little body has never waited after adjusting her emotional intelligence and IQ. I shouted the most precious first voice in my life-Mom, this is the most touching original meaning. No matter how many languages in the world rhyme, only this sound is absolutely the same. There is no music, and no poem can be more touching than this voice. My old mother, Huang Zhongze, went to worship her mother, Heliang, and shed tears for no reason. It was a miserable snowy night in Chai Men. It's better to have a child than nothing at this time. I left Tao Runzhi's maternal love poems. Mom, when I left, I had tears in my eyes and didn't look back. I dare not look back. I know that casual look back will make your casual eyes and bitter smile keep me. I know there must be a smile on your face, but your heart is crying. Mom knows, you just said: go, wait for the child to get tired, and mom will wait for you and me to go together. Mom, when I left, I dared not look back. You couldn't see me when I turned the maple grove in front of the door. You can't see me when the wet tears from Fenglin flow out of my heart. It's just, mom, I can't help crying anymore. I turned back, mom, and I dared to turn back. Although tears can't see the loess, I know, mom, you have been watching your son for a long time. How many times I don't want to cry back, mom, how many times I want to go home? I saw you gently touch my crying wound with your warm hand. Oh, mom, I know you have been behind me with encouraging eyes and hopeful eyes ... I know, mom, you have been standing behind me. Every time I dream back at midnight, there is always a voice: go, the child is tired, and mom will wait for you.