Poems in praise of mother

1. The thread in a loving mother’s hand, the clothes on a wanderer’s body. Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son Yin/Ying Mu Piao Part 1"

2. People know that men and women are good at birth, but they don't know that men and women make people grow old. ——Wang Jian's "Dan Ge Xing"

3. I'm sorry for my parents, who gave me a hard life. ——Anonymous "Polygonium"

4. Pulling up the curtains to pay homage to the mother river and Liang, I will worry in vain as my eyes dry up with tears. ——Huang Jingren's "Farewell Old Mother"

5. My love for my son is endless, and I will be happy to return home. ——Jiang Shiquan's "Returning Home at the End of the Year"

6. Whoever says nothing about grass will reap three rays of spring. ——Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son's Song/Welcome to Mother"

7. My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me. ——Anonymous "Polygonium"

8. The love of a loving mother leaning on the door makes the wanderer suffer on the road. ——Wang Mian's "Mo Xuan Tu·Part 1"

9. When I meet, I feel pity for the thin man, and I call him to ask about his hardships. ——Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"

10. The frost wiped out the tears of the reed flowers, and the clothes were wet, and the white heads no longer leaned on the firewood. ——Yu Gong's "Thinking of Mother"

11. When I arrived, my parents knew that they were separated from each other, so they put on their clothes as if they were going to die. ——Wang Jian's "Crossing the Liao River"

12. Males and females scream in the air, but they will not return even after their voices are exhausted. ——Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"

13. Mother farewells her son, and her son farewells his mother. The cry is painful in the absence of light in the daytime. ——Bai Juyi's "Mother Farewell to Son"

14. After thirty days of hard work, the mother becomes thinner and the chick becomes fatter. ——Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"

15. In the Ming Dynasty, the steamer was empty again, and the mother and son were quarreling and crying.

——Lu You "A stormy day on October 28th"