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1, The Wandering Sons
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?
2, "Don't be an old mother" Huang Qing Zhongze
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.
3. Wang Anshi of Song Dynasty in the Tenth Five-Year Plan
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.
4. "Arriving 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.
5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Bai Juyi
Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying.
General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.
Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan.
New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.
It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home.
At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.
With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated.
It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.
It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind.
Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.
I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you.
6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen
A loving mother loves her young, and Zhao is the Crown Prince.
The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle.
There is no six-foot orphan under the knee, and a Zhao is not born in May.
At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks more than four drums.
A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout?
What's more, Han Wangjin stabbed a silver axe in front of the bed, which was a disaster.
7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan noodles
Brilliant day lily flowers, Luosheng North Hall.
The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit?
A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.
May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful.
Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.
8. "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu
Who is not crazy, who is not crazy, who will go to the palace to call the Taoist priest?
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt and sleeves were broken.
Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city.
Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang.
It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position.
Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood.
Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty?
Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end.
It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies.
Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts?
9, "Short Songs" Tang
When a person is born, he rises at dawn. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill.
Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better.
There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today.
People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.
Short songs, no music.
10, Tang's answer to the elderly in Daibei House
The old man with a negative salary went to Zhou Bei. He looked at Wang Bei's hometown.
He said that the old man had three sons, all of whom had died in Huangsha.
Now that the child has just grown up, he will confess next year.
Knowing this, we will fall apart and cannot live and die together.
Borrow a farm house from Wu next door, and then go to the countryside alone.
It's even harder to have more children.
Recently, it is said that the son of heaven respects Wu Zun cuisine.
2. Thank your mother for her poem
Thanks to mother's poem:
1, The Wandering Sons
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?
2, "Don't be an old mother" Huang Qing Zhongze
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.
3. Wang Anshi of Song Dynasty in the Tenth Five-Year Plan
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.
4. "Arriving 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.
A word of thanks to my mother:
1, for children, the value of parents' charity is that it is more reliable and trustworthy than any other emotion.
2. Today is Mother's Day. May you always be healthy and beautiful, and all the best.
Without you, there would be no me, no sadness in my decades of cold and heat, no laughter in my spring, summer, autumn and winter. Thank you for giving me all the good things and growth in my life.
Mom, I thank you for giving me life. You taught me the truth of being a man. No matter what happens in the future, I will always love you!
Although you don't show it easily, I know you always care about me.
3. Thank your mother for her poem
1: When the prodigal son turns around, he doesn't feel cold with his loving mother in front of him. Song of exhorting filial piety
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
3. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. The Book of Songs
4. first frost Lu Hua's clothes were wet with tears, and she was bald and helpless. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock. -"Thinking of Mother" Yu Gong
5: How similar mothers all over the world are! Their hearts will never change, and every mother has a very pure heart. whitman
6. A loving mother leans on the door, but a wanderer is difficult. May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. -"Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan Mian
7: The father is not kind, and the 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]
8. Motherly love is the greatest power in the world. (Mill)
9: When I think of my mother, my depressed ambition will turn into high fighting spirit; When I think of my mother, wasting time will become great pride; When I think of my mother, the wandering wanderer will sprout the desire to go home; Thinking of my mother, my wandering heart found a home.
10: Mom, where you are, you are the happiest place.
1 1: Motherly love, you are like the warm sunshine in spring, and you are like an old tree. Let me bathe in the bright spring and grow sturdily like grass under the protection of the shade.
12: The old woman with white head closed the door and cried, and her sleeve was broken. Han Yu
13: mourn for my parents and give birth to me. -The Book of Songs
Write a poem to thank your mother
1: Without the help of selfless maternal love, a child's mind would be a desert.
Motherly love is a needle and thread. As long as there is a small pinhole, it will flow like a spring, infiltrating your lonely, tired and even scarred heart.
3: Mother in memory! Dearest lover, you are all my happiness and friendship.
4. A loving mother leans on the door, but a wanderer is difficult. May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. -"Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan Mian
5: How similar mothers all over the world are! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart.
6. A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return. Liu An [Korea]
7. Motherly love is a drop of dew, kissing the dry soil. With its drizzle-like warmth and diamond-like persistence, it looks forward to the fertility of broken soil. Motherly love is not the freezing point in life, but a flowing river, which creates beautiful emotional scenes in our lives.
8. Motherly love, you are like the warm sunshine in spring, and you are like grandma's tree. Let me bathe in the bright spring and grow sturdily under the shade of a big tree like green grass.
9. How intense, selfish and fanatical maternal love is that it occupies our whole mind. (Duncan)
10: Motherly love is a huge flame. (romain rolland)
1 1: A loving mother loves her chicks. Zhao is the crown prince's 60 poems about thanking his mother. The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle. -"Motherly Love" Yuan Yangweizhen
12: Motherly love is generous. She sprinkled love on spring dew and autumn frost. Leave it to the morning light, leave it to the dusk; It is for abandoned babies and orphans; But I can only forget myself. Motherly love has no boundaries between strangers, regions and races. Motherly love is everyone who is "young or young", and everyone has no choice. Motherly love is the source of consideration, comfort, tolerance, understanding, kindness and kindness.
13: The old woman with white head closed the door and cried, and her sleeve was broken. Han Yu
14: People like to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women will make people old. -"short song"
15: When I grow up, my mother's black hair is like a maple leaf, and the frost shines silver. I deeply kissed the traces of those years and gave my heart to you.
5. Ancient poems about grateful mothers
1, the world is in chaos, the canal is small, and the family is poor and the mother is kind. I can't rely on my family, and I don't know when to exchange news. -Du Fu's "Xing Xing" in Tang Dynasty
The world is not peaceful. Poor Ji Zi is still a child and comes from a poor family. She depends on your mother to take care of her. I can't rely on my family, and I don't know when I can exchange messages.
2. 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? -Don Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons
A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to be 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. -Qing: Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
There is no end to loving your son, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time. The stitches for sewing the cold clothes are dense, and the handwriting and ink on the family letter are as new as new. Seeing that my son has lost weight, my mother felt distressed and called me to ask about the difficulty of the journey. Mom, my son has always been ashamed of you. He won't have the heart to tell the story of his wandering.
4. Frosted reed flowers shed tears and wet clothes, and their heads are helpless. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock. -Song: Yu Gong's "Thinking of Mother"
How many times have I sat under the flowers and sucked? The red wall of the Milky Way is so far away to me. The star in front of me is not the star of last night. Who did I stand in the wind for all night? The lingering feelings are like silkworms, and the wandering heart is like a peeled banana. Recalling the scene of a full moon night when she was fifteen, it's a pity that this cup of wine in my hand can't eliminate the sadness in my heart.
5, bow down to the mother river beam, tears flow. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. -Qing Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
Because I had to go to He Liang to make a living, I opened the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying and my tears dried up. On this snowy night, it's a pity that we can't be filial to our mother, but we have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. What's the use of adopting a son? I still don't want it.
6. Birthday Thanksgiving Mother's Poems
This poem is as follows:
I deeply feel that my mother's kindness is deeply hidden in the world, and I love for a long time without wanting anything.
Teaching wisdom in Korean is really hard to care about today.
I miss my relatives twice during the festive season, and I burst into tears, and I miss the cold wind at sunrise and sunset.
It is difficult to find the elixir of life, and it has not been reported to the mother Deyang of Chunhui.
Birthday refers to the day when a person is born. Generally in China, we pay more attention to the birthdays of the elderly. Every birthday is a family gathering, so in China, birthdays can be regarded as a family holiday. In China, in the old society, only children and old people usually celebrate their birthdays. However, influenced by cultural exchanges, many people in China have westernized their views on birthdays.
Mother is a great all-round woman. When you travel far, you will worry that she will "sew carefully and mend thoroughly, fearing that it will delay his time to go home"; When I got home, it was her "meeting and hating each other late, asking for bitterness."
Great love is silent, and maternal love is silent. Inspired by maternal love, we will continue to accumulate elegance, kindness and filial piety in order to repay our mother's deep kindness! The experience of life, the fragility of life and the preciousness of time have made me understand the true meaning of mother and life, cherish maternal love and respect life.
7. Grateful mother's poem
The most famous ancient poem Grateful Mother is Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer.
Meng Jiao's ode to a wanderer
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?
Some sentences from "Song of Persuading Filial Piety":
In October, the baby is heavy and the reward is light.
One-foot-three baby, ten years and eight years' work.
The mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet.
The mother's bitter son has not seen it yet, and the child's mother is uneasy.
My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children.
With a loving mother, the prodigal son does not feel cold.
In modern poetry, grateful mothers are famous for the following points:
Guo Moruo's The Earth, My Mother (with deeper meaning)
Earth, my mother!
It's dawn,
You shake the baby in your arms,
I'm crawling on your back now.
Earth, my mother!
You brought me to this paradise.
You're still in the sea,
Play some music to comfort my soul.
Earth, my mother!
My past, present and future,
You eat, you wear, you live,
How can I repay your kindness?
Earth, my mother!
I don't want to live at home often from now on.
I will always be outdoors,
To you, show my filial piety.
Earth, my mother!
I envy your dutiful son, the farmer in the field,
They are the nannies of all mankind,
You always caress them.
Earth, my mother!
I envy your pet, the worker in the charcoal pit,
They are the Prometheus brothers of all mankind,
You always hold them.
Earth, my mother!
I think besides farmers and workers,
Everyone is the black sheep and grandson,
I am your black sheep, too.
Earth, my mother!
I envy all plants, my compatriots, your descendants,
They are free, independent, distributed and healthy.
Enjoy their lives.
Earth, my mother!
I envy all animals, especially earthworms-
I just don't envy the birds in the sky;
They want to fly in the air without you.
Earth, my mother!
I hate flying in the air,
I don't want to ride, ride, wear socks and shoes,
I just want to be barefoot with you forever.
Earth, my mother!
Everything in front of me floats vividly,
I know that's your dance,
Comfort my soul.
Earth, my mother!
I feel the fragrance and color of everything,
I know this is a toy you gave me,
Comfort my soul.
Earth, my mother!
My soul is your soul,
I want to strengthen my soul,
Repay your kindness.
Earth, my mother!
From now on, I will repay your kindness.
I know you love me and you have to work for me.
I will learn to work like you and never stop!
Earth, my mother!
From now on, I will repay your kindness.
I want to bring my own blood.
Raising myself and my brothers and sisters.
Earth, my mother!
The sun in the sky-your reflection in the mirror,
Shining in the sky,
From now on, I will also take good care of my inner light.
8. Poems expressing gratitude to mother
A poem for mom, mom wanted to write a poem for you for a long time, but she didn't write it well many times. I don't know how to start, how to end or how to write this poem for you, just like when I was a child, I didn't know whether to accept it bravely or choose to escape from my mother. I thought of you again tonight, and I decided to write a poem for you. Even if it is not well written, even if you are far away, you will never read it … Mother, if you see one in your dream.
This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wan Shui Qian Shan, ask him to take her love and sorrow home. Bing Xin, your pale fingertips manage my sideburns. I can't help holding on to your skirt like when I was a child. My mother tried to keep you from disappearing. Although the morning light has cut my dream into smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time. I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth. The running water of my mother's years is as heartless as it is afraid of fading memories. How dare I open its screen easily? I cried to you for a thorn. Now I wear a watch and dare not moan. Mom, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if I call for penetrating the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this. Although I have written many songs for flowers, the sea and the dawn, my sweet, soft and deep memory of my mother is not a torrent or a waterfall, but a dry well that can't be sung among flowers and trees-Shu Ting's mother is humble as moss, solemn as dawn, soft as the voice of the south of the Yangtze River, hard as a thousand years of cold jade, bright moon when she looks up, and vast land when she looks down.
-Love (1) Your greatness condenses my flesh and blood, and your greatness shapes my soul. Your life is a journey of love. You weave a calendar with beautiful rings that smell of ink. I spend every year in your love, playing on your shoulders and knees. (2) You are a big tree. You dream of prosperity in summer and maturity in autumn. Winter depends on you to meditate on your height and breadth. Canopy ~ keep the fields in the wilderness. Mom, you gave me life. You are the land where I grew up. (3) M: 5 When I am sad, you are comforting. When I am depressed, you are my hope. You are the power to shelter me from the wind and rain in your little harbor when I am weak. You have broadened my horizons. You are my best friend forever, the driving force of life. (4) With love and caution, bend over to protect you and show your bright mind. Your energetic smile is very strong. Your boiling blood runs endlessly (5) 94 Let me immerse myself in your joy, enjoy your warmth and snuggle in your arms (6) There are faint poems in the long clouds, and there are deep feelings in the faint poems. (7) yLl If my mother is rain, then I am a rainbow after the rain. If my mother is the moon, then I am. My mother is the root of my growth, and I am the ideal fruit of my mother (8) m~\b When I grow up, my mother's black hair shines like frost on a maple leaf, and I deeply kiss the traces of those years. Grab my heart for you. (9) y, may the fragrance and sweetness haunt your life _ May my laughter like a bell fill your brow, and may all my blessings rub into your heart and make it full of green leaves.