Poems in memory of mother:
1. "The Wandering Son's Song" by Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty:
The thread in the hands of a loving mother is on the clothes of a wandering boy. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late.
The poet often travels on business, and he uses the most ordinary scene to describe the greatness of his mother, which can arouse excitement among most readers, and has the effect of making a difference.
2. "Farewell to My Mother" by Huang Jingren:
Putting up the curtains to pay homage to my mother and going to the river beam, I will worry in vain as my eyes dry up with tears. It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time.
Because the poet had to travel far to make a living, he lifted up the curtains on the car before leaving, reluctant to say goodbye to his elderly mother. When he saw the old mother with white hair, I cried all my tears. In this cold winter, when I can't be close to serve, but I have to travel far away, I can't help but sigh, what's the use of raising a son, it would be better not to have one at all.
3. "Missing Mother" written by Yu Gong in the Song Dynasty:
The frost wiped out the reed flowers and wet their clothes with tears, and the old man no longer leaned on the firewood leaf. During the yellow plum rain last May, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice.
This is a poem written by a monk in memory of his mother. The general meaning is that the mother left in the winter, and no one was waiting at the door for her son to return. I recall that I used this poem during the plum rain season in May last year. I bought some rice for my old mother with my meager income.
4. "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty:
After thirty days of hard work, the mother becomes thin and the young becomes fatter. He murmured teaching words and brushed his sweaters one by one.
Once its wings are fully fledged, it leads to the branches of the garden. He lifts his wings without looking back and flies in all directions with the wind.
The male and female scream in the air, but they never come back. But I went into an empty nest, chirping sadly all night long.
Bai Juyi’s description of the behavior of swallows nurturing their children reflects the greatness of mothers and the risks of selfless Weihaimen. Just like the most common article seen in WeChat Moments today, there is a person, She is on call for you 24 hours a day, meets all your requirements without expecting anything in return, does not complain, only gives. This person is your mother.