2. Ancient poems about hometown or maternal love
Poems about hometown or maternal love 1. Poetry about maternal love,
1, but how much love does an inch of grass get? -Don Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons
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?
2. My parents didn't know that they were separated until they came. Paying attention to clothes was like dying. -Don Wang Jian's Crossing the Liao River
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.
3, heavy sewing can not bear to take lightly, with the old thread of loving mother on it. -Qing Zhou Shouchang, "Drying Old Clothes"
Interpretation: I want to make it up again, but I can't bear to open the old clothes easily and change the position of the old cloth. For my son, every stitch in this old dress contains the love of my mother.
4, bow down to the mother river beam, tears flow. -Huang Qing Ren Jing's "Don't be an old mother"
Commentary: Because I'm going to He Liang to make a living, I opened the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired old mother, I couldn't help crying and my tears dried up.
5, you are good to your mother, but you are willing to be like a person. -Tang Baorong's "Go to Laoshan and Stay in Meng Jiao"
Interpretation: Only by obeying the mother's wishes can we be worthy of the mother's nurturing grace and a person.
6, the old white-headed mother covered the door, and the sleeve was broken. -Don Han Yu's Whose Son
Interpretation: The white-haired old mother closed the door and cried, even if she broke her sleeves, she couldn't stay.
7. Frosted reed flowers shed tears and wet clothes, and their heads are helpless. -Song Yugong "Missing Mother"
Interpretation: Seeing the autumn frost blowing reeds all over the sky, I shed sad tears. My white-haired old mother will never look forward to my visit at the door again. Chai Men, a person who relies on the old to sell the old.
2. Poems and songs about maternal love
Poems about maternal love are as follows:
1. Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi Xian Liu Sao" in Tang Dynasty
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.
2. The October 28th Storm by Lu You in the Song Dynasty.
The wind rages to pull up the wood, and the rain storms to lift the house. The wind turns the waves and the rain falls on the axle. Dare to open the door, you can't blow out the candles. It's just that the gully flow has risen and the potential has leveled off.
Try to stay in Maili, hoping to mature next year; One is full, and five are poor. South neighbors are even more unforgettable, and Budong has not been redeemed; In the Ming Dynasty, mother and son wept at each other.
Lu You's anti-Japanese war thought was excluded by the establishment at this time, and his life was miserable. But he firmly believed in himself and did not go along with the court dignitaries. Through this poem, he contrasted and accused the unreasonable phenomena of the disparity between the rich and the poor and the difference in bitterness and joy, which is the legacy of Du Fu's "Zhu Men's wine and meat stink, and the road has frozen bones".
Lu You (1125—1210) is famous for his word service concept. Han nationality, a native of Yinshan, Yuezhou (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang), was a famous poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. When I was young, I was influenced by patriotic thoughts at home. When Emperor Gaozong was young, I should try it, which Qin Gui admired. Filial piety makes a scholar. Middle-aged into Shu, devoted to military life, the official to Baozhangge to be built. Retire to another country in his later years. There are more than 9,000 poems written today, which are extremely rich in content. He is the author of Poems of Jiannan, Collected Works of Weinan, Book of Southern Tang Dynasty, Notes on Old Ann Studies, etc.
3. Complete poems about maternal love
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"
And grandma didn't go, and there was no skirt in and out. -Du Fu's Stone Trench
The Queen Mother of the West opened the window on the Yaochi; The voice of bamboo songs is very sad. -Li Shangyin's "Yaochi"
The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk. -Wang Mian's "Figure 1 of Xuan Mo"
After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white. -Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
In the colorful fifteenth year, before trying to be a loving mother. -Meng Haoran's "Send Zhang into Jingzhou"
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. -Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
First frost's Lu Hua tears wet her skirt-Yu Gong's "Thinking of Mother"
4. Poems or aphorisms about hometown
Drink the bright moon (Li Bai) from a pot of wine among the flowers alone, and I will drink it alone. No one is with me.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
The moon (Zhang Jiuling), which is far away from the moon, is now at sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. There is a bosom under the autumn night (Meng Haoran). Autumn moon hangs in the sky and Guanghua is wet.
The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in. The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent.
What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand. Mid-Autumn Moon (Yan Shu) turned to court in ten rounds, and took people to the corner alone this evening. Su E may not regret it. In the Mid-Autumn Moon (Su Shi), the moonlight is full of cold, and the silver people silently turn to the tracts.
If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year? Looking at the moon in the pavilion on August 15 (Tang Juyi) Last August 15, next to the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall. Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast.
Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual. Mid-Autumn Festival (Lu Guimeng) shortened, first frost lost late, and the wind seemed to send the curtain wedding. Inclined trees are separated, and candlelight is full of fragrance. I love the sheng tune without hesitation, listening to the stars disappearing in the north. Who wants to reduce the coolness of school and noon? Guizi (Tang Pirixiu) Yuxing left the moon on the night of August 15th and found new flowers in front of the temple.
So far, the sky doesn't exist, but Chang 'e should be thrown to people. Song Sushi's Mid-Autumn Moon Tour: The bright moon is not out of the mountain, and the red light is thousands of feet.
A cup of silver is not full, and the clouds are scattered. Those who wash God's eyes should welcome the water from Fermin River.
Then I will be indifferent to people in the world, just like I am sorry for Zhan Ran. Mars in the southwest is like a projectile. Its horns and tail are bright and pale.
Not tonight, but even fireflies are fighting for the cold. Who was rowing yesterday? This is a thousand days and nights.
The twists and turns have no intention of chasing the waves, and they bow their heads to sacrifice with the song board. Will the waves and wind regain their strength before the green fluorescence disappears and turns to the mountains?
The bright moon is easy to fall and disperse, and it is even more important to see it when you come back. The clearer the moonlight in front of the hall, the better, and the grass dew in the cold throat.
Shutters push doors silently, while windows are silent and old. Du Nan is engaged in shame and poverty, and there are several people who write moon poems.
In the Ming dynasty, the personnel were in the same position as the morning glow, and suddenly I dreamed of Yao and Taiwan. In the Mid-Autumn Festival (Mi Fei in Song Dynasty), the eyes were poor, Huaihai was wrapped in silver, and everything was red and cultivated.
If there is no labor in the sky, the osmanthus tree will grow long and break the moon. Zhuang Ni's Mid-Autumn Festival (Yuan Haowen) is too thin for a thick meal and too narrow for a dress. Autumn is already very cold for children. I don't know how hard it is to get out of that hut, that stream, that noise, that beach, that mountain, that night, that moon, that dawn, and the homesickness in the poem. You come from my old country.
Tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems) 2. Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers? "He zhang's" hometown couplet ") 3. The spine of the book is broken, winter returns to winter and spring returns to spring. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.
Song Wenzhi "Crossing the Han River") 4. Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
(Wang Wan's "The Next Berth on Beibao Mountain") 5. It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home. The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom.
(Xue Daoheng's Homecoming) 6. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
(Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking) 7. The sound of Yudi's flight was dark, and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles. In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions.
(Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") 8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bingzhou is my hometown.
(Liu Zao's Journey to the North) 9. Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese sing. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
Bai Juyi's three homesick poems look at Jing 'an Hall as a window willow and flowers in front of the station. Two beautiful springs, on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives outside, and people outside miss their families.
I miss my hometown from winter to day and night in Handan post office every winter to Sunday, and I always have a kneepad lamp with me. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
Nanpu bid farewell to Nanpu, and the west wind curled up in autumn. Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back.
1. I often go, Yangliu is Yiyi; Today, I think it's raining heavily-The Book of Songs. Picked Wei. 2. Elegy can be wept, and the prospect can be returned to China-Elegy of Han Yuefu folk songs. 3. Humayi north wind, crossing the south branch of the Bird's Nest-nineteen ancient poems by Han. 4. But the grass's reward is three rays of spring-Tang Meng Jiao. Three miscellaneous poems by Wei. On a quiet night, there is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Could there be frost already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again. I suddenly remembered my hometown Li Bai 8. Where is your hometown? Unless you are drunk, forget it. I miss my family on holiday-I miss my Shandong brother Wei 10 on holiday in the mountains. I don't know whose family it belongs to-Wang Tangjian's "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights to Send Doctor Du Langzhong" 1 1. Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the warbler's sound like an old mountain-Tang Tu's Five Poems on Man 12. Only the lake in front of the door is reflected, and the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Tanghe Zhangzhi. The local accent has not changed, but the hair on the sideburns has declined. -Tang He Zhang Zhi's Homecoming Book 14. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Tang Du Fu's My Brother on a Moonlit Night 15. Mourning is sad, leaving is sad-Warring States Period. Nine songs of Chu Quyuan. Think less about life 16. Moon how bright, shine on my bed. Too sad to sleep, wandering around in clothes.
Although the guests are happy, it is better to turn back early. Who should a person complain about the trouble of running away from home? Back to my room, tears stained my clothes.
Friday, September 9, 2008, 14:33 1. I often go, and the willow is Yi Yi; I think about it today, it's raining -> 2. Mourning can make you cry, but looking far away can make you return to China-Folk Songs of Han Yuefu > 3. Humayi North Wind, Crossing the South Branch of Bird's Nest-Nineteen Ancient Poems of Han Dynasty > 4. Who doesn't say anything
5. Poems about spring, summer, autumn and winter, homesickness and maternal love
be homesick
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly,
Is there frost already? .
Looking up, I found it was moonlight.
Sinking back again, I suddenly remembered home-Tang Li Bai >
As a stranger in a foreign land,
Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.
Know where the brothers climb,
There is one person missing from the dogwood. Tang Wang Wei >
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
The cold light in the hotel stayed up all night,
What happened to the guest's heart?
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts.
Another year of frost temple in Ming dynasty. Besides working at night, Tang has high physical fitness.
Ci Yin Mu
The thread in the loving mother's hand,
Make clothes for her wayward son.
She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
Young people leave home, old people come back,
The local accent has not changed.
The children don't know each other,
Where did the laughter come from? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)
The sound outside the ridge is broken,
Winter goes and spring comes.
Now, near my village, meet people,
I dare not ask a question. (Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")
We wound our way under the blue mountain,
Me and my boat, along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide,
No wind blows my lonely sail.
... night now gives way to the ocean of the sun,
Jiang Chunren's old year.
I can finally send my messenger,
Geese, return to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)
People only have seven days in spring.
I have been away from home for two years.
When people return to the geese,
Think before and after. (Xue Daoheng: "People are homesick every day")
Whose Yu Di flies in the dark,
Spring breeze scattered in Los Angeles.
In this serenade, I heard the sound of willows.
Who can't afford to be homesick? (Li Bai: The Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night)
It has been frosted ten times in Bingzhou Guest House.
Remember Xianyang day and night.
Change dry mulberry water for no reason,
But I hope Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Journey to the North")
A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle,
A wild goose sings in autumn.
He knew that the dew tonight would be frost,
How bright the moonlight is at home! .
Oh, my brothers, lost and scattered,
What does life without you mean to me? .
But if something goes wrong with peacetime letters,
What can I expect during the war? . (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
But how much love does an inch of grass have,
Make three spring scenery.
6. Find poems about maternal love and homesickness.
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? -Meng Jiao.
Mom! You are a lotus leaf, I am a red lotus, and the raindrops in my heart are coming. Except you, who is the shade under my unobstructed sky? -Bing Xin
Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hid in his nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms. -Bing Xin
be homesick
He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Tang Du Fu>
I don't know whose house Qiu Si will fall in.
Miss your relatives more during the festive season-Tang Wangwei
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei in full bloom? -Tang Wang Wei>
The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home-Don Li Bai>
7. Write the sentences of my hometown mother
1, the distant hometown becomes a memory, vivid, but also vague and speechless; The distant mother is like a painting, quiet and clear, like in front of my eyes, my heart can feel her shallow breath; My mother is in my hometown, and my hometown becomes a poem in my mother's hand. Mother's affectionate eyes are the most beautiful scenery in her hometown.
2. The memory of my hometown, because the breeze of time blows gently, is gradually unclear in my mind. In my memory, only my mother's eyes can talk. It's just that this yearning is deeply hidden in my heart and will not be forgotten slowly because I am far away. I can't forget it, I can't forget it. I am a wandering kite, no matter how far I fly, no matter how high I fly, that thread, that thread, that tenacious thread, that warm thread maintains my hometown and family, and I hold it in my mother's hand and my hometown's hand.
8. Ancient poems about missing hometown and mother.
However, nothing grows, and Jiang Feng has much affection for fishing and sleeping. May you seize more opportunities. My kind mother took the thread in her hand and looked up. I found it was moonlight? There is a sad mist on the waves of the river, and the local accent has not changed, but it has sunk back. It suddenly reminds me of the moonlight in my hometown, and now the sea is full. I don't know who Qiu Si belongs to. When he left home, the sun had already set. I can finally send my emissary to report Sanchunhui. Hanshan Temple, outside Gusu City, always misses his relatives during festivals. He knows that the dew will be frosty tonight, and the most reunion night is the Mid-Autumn Festival. "Midnight bells ring to the passenger ship, and a few spring flowers are sent. She mended carefully and thoroughly, but one person was missing. Children don't know, smiled and asked where the guests came from, moonlight in how bright at home! , flying wild, returning to Luoyang, a piece of ice heart in the jade pot. "Tonight, the moon is bright. As a symbol of our love. There is no cloud in Wan Li, Kyushu. I know where my brother climbed from a distance. I am a stranger alone in a foreign land. Making clothes for her wayward boy's body, when those red berries came in spring, but I looked home. As the dusk deepened, relatives and friends in Luoyang asked each other about the delay that would make him go home late, and it was a frosty night.
Ancient poems about hometown or maternal love 1. Poems about maternal love.
Poems about maternal love are as follows:
1. Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi Xian Liu Sao" in Tang Dynasty
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.
2. The October 28th Storm by Lu You in the Song Dynasty.
The wind rages to pull up the wood, and the rain storms to lift the house. The wind turns the waves and the rain falls on the axle. Dare to open the door, you can't blow out the candles. It's just that the gully flow has risen and the potential has leveled off.
Try to stay in Maili, hoping to mature next year; One is full, and five are poor. South neighbors are even more unforgettable, and Budong has not been redeemed; In the Ming Dynasty, mother and son wept at each other.
Lu You's anti-Japanese war thought was excluded by the establishment at this time, and his life was miserable. But he firmly believed in himself and did not go along with the court dignitaries. Through this poem, he contrasted and accused the unreasonable phenomena of the disparity between the rich and the poor and the difference in bitterness and joy, which is the legacy of Du Fu's "Zhu Men's wine and meat stink, and the road has frozen bones".
Lu You (1125—1210) is famous for his word service concept. Han nationality, a native of Yinshan, Yuezhou (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang), was a famous poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. When I was young, I was influenced by patriotic thoughts at home. When Emperor Gaozong was young, I should try it, which Qin Gui admired. Filial piety makes a scholar. Middle-aged into Shu, devoted to military life, the official to Baozhangge to be built. Retire to another country in his later years. There are more than 9,000 poems written today, which are extremely rich in content. He is the author of Poems of Jiannan, Collected Works of Weinan, Book of Southern Tang Dynasty, Notes on Old Ann Studies, etc.
2. Who has poems about maternal love (modern or ancient)?
A traveler's song
The thread in the loving mother's hand,
Make clothes for her wayward son.
She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.
But how much love does an inch of grass have,
Reported three spring scenery.
Motherly love/Yu Hui
Motherly love is great, and greatness comes from selflessness.
Motherly love is full of animal instinct.
Maternal love is permeated with objective agreement.
Motherly love is like a glass of water, colorless and tasteless.
A child is like a fish, never leaving water.
So I often forget the taste of this water.
Motherly love is like a river,
The river is clear and persistent.
Children are like grass by the river, growing sturdily under the nourishment of the river.
Look!
The grass by the river is much greener than that by the river.
Motherly love is like the sea, boundless.
Countless ships were towed to sea.
That ship is a child.
Mothers let their children wander and play on themselves. ...
mother love
childhood
mother love
This is a gentle palm.
Hit on the body
Be concerned about
Grow up
mother love
This is a rough palm.
Touch your face.
The pain is in my heart.
Now
mother love
This is an invisible palm.
Shade the sky
care for
3. Poems about maternal love, preferably ancient poems.
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.
Meng Jiao, a vagrant child.
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?
4. Ancient poems about maternal love
Bielaomu
To worship the mother river beam,
Worry, watch.
On the tragic snowstorm night in Chai Men,
It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
Dry old clothes.
The robe is still there and the collar is still warm.
I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it.
Send mom home.
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!
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
the song of the homeless
The midline of the loving mother's hand,
You get dressed.
Tight seam,
I'm afraid I will be late.
Who is careless,
Make three spring scenery.
Author background
Meng Jiao (75 1-8 14) was a poet in the Tang Dynasty. Dongye was born in Wu Kang, Huzhou (now Deqing, Zhejiang). When I was a teenager, I lived in Shan Hao, and Han Yu and I were good friends. I was poor all my life, and I didn't enter Jinshi until I was nearly 50 years old. Meng Jiao's poems are famous for their sharp voice, pursuit of strange ideas and thin language style, and expression of the lower class and their own poor life and experience. He is as famous as Jia Dao and is known as "a thin suburban island".
Annotation explanation
Wanderer: A person who travels far from home.
Italian fear: worry.
An inch of grass: grass. Inch grass heart: here refers to the heart of a wanderer.
Sanchunhui: the sunshine in spring. Here is a metaphor of maternal love. Three spring, early spring, middle spring and late spring refer to the whole spring. Light, sunshine.
Modern Translation of Ancient Poetry
Needle and thread in the hands of a loving mother, clothes on people who travel far from home. When traveling, I have to sew tightly, fearing that my son will come back late. Who says the grass's mind can repay the glory of spring?
Appreciation of famous sentences-"But how much love does an inch of grass have, and do you have three rays of spring?"
Meng Jiao was admitted to the Jinshi at the age of 50 and became a lieutenant of Liyang County. As a small official, he ended his long-term wandering life and lived with his mother. This poem was written at this time. The poem reveals the greatness of maternal love with a very ordinary and typical life detail: the old mother sewed the clothes for her son who was about to leave, and because she was worried that her son would not come back for a long time, she sewed them carefully, hoping that the more she sewed, the stronger she would be. The loving mother's deep love for her son was sewn into her clothes, and her son went all the way to Wan Li. This ordinary life scene, full of affection, has been experienced by each of us, so it can arouse every reader's * * * and arouse our memories and attachment to our mother. Motherly love is unrequited and inexhaustible for children, because it is as endless as the March sunshine feeding grass. Poetry is simple in picture, simple in language, profound in connotation and touching, so it can be widely read and passed down through the ages.