The first article: "Mom"
When I met you, I was ten years old and you were thirty-five. You are a round-faced mother, and your love is a basin full of bath water, so warm that it almost floats me.
Chapter II: Mother
My mother is as humble as moss, as solemn as dawn, as soft as the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River, as hard as the cold jade of a thousand years. When I raise my eyes, she is a bright moon. When I lower my head, she is a vast land.
Chapter III: Mother
Your pale fingertips touched my temple, and I couldn't help grabbing your skirt as I did when I was a child. Oh, mother, in order to keep your fading figure, although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke, I 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.
Oh, mother, the running water of the years is as ruthless, for fear that the memory will fade. How dare I open its screen easily? I cried to you about a thorn, but now I dare not say a word, just wait and see. Oh, mom, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if the call can penetrate the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the sacrifice of love in this way, although I have written many songs, for flowers, for the sea and for the dawn. Oh, mother, my sweet and deep memory is not a torrent or a waterfall, but a dry well that can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
Chapter four: Mother's love is like a song.
If I were a grass, my mother would be fertile land. Without her, I wouldn't be full of green. If I were a flower, my mother would be gentle sunshine. Without her, I have no beautiful colors. If I were a clear spring, my mother would be its source. Without her, I wouldn't have a sweet singing voice. If I were a small fish, my mother would be a blue lake. Without her, I have no free body.
Mom, you are my God. You gave me bright eyes, which can distinguish the beauty, ugliness, good and evil in the world. You gave me a beautiful heart, won friends, and was no longer lonely. You gave me a broad mind, still smiling in the face of setbacks, you gave me a wealth of knowledge, a job and a home of my own. Now you are white-haired and vigorous as a mountain. Now, your face is thin, like a bleak autumn.
Motherly love is a mother's care and love for her children, such as taking care of her son and daughter from infancy, childhood, adolescence and adulthood. Motherly love is usually described as a mother's kindness to her children. It is a selfless and great feeling and a common theme in literary works.
Motherly love is usually described as a mother's kindness to her children. It is selfless and great, and it is also a common theme in literary works. Bing Xin, for example, is famous for praising maternal love. There were many poems praising maternal love in ancient times. For example, Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote Ode to a Wanderer, which showed the meticulous care of mothers for their children.
Ancient poems about maternal love
1, "drying old clothes" Zhou Shouchang
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.
2, "Send Mother Home" Li Shangyin
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!
3, "Wandering Sons" Meng Jiao
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. But how much love there is in that inch-long grass, have you got three rays of spring?
4, "Don't be an old mother" Huang Jingren
I went to worship the mother river beam, and I was worried about my tears. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.