This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. Open the curtain, because I want to go to He Liang to make a living, so I reluctantly bid farewell to my elderly mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying, and my tears dried up.
What's the use of adopting a son if you can't be filial to your mother on this snowy night and drive away this miserable and divided Chai Men? I still don't want it. 2. The Prodigal Son Tang Dynasty: The thread in the hand of Meng Jiao, a kind-hearted mother, made clothes for her wayward son's body.
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?
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? 3, "Kaifeng" pre-Qin: anonymous Kaifeng from the south, blowing its heart. 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.
Did you catch a cold? 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.
The fluttering breeze is blowing from the south, blowing the heart of jujube trees. The tree heart is still too delicate, and my mother is really hard.
The wind fluttered, and the wind blew from the south, blowing the dense branches of Zizyphus jujuba. Mother's understanding is virtuous, and I can only repay it if I can't do it.
Cold spring, cold spring and cold spring, the source is there. Even with seven sons, mother is still working hard.
The little yellow bird is singing, and its voice is melodious and beautiful. Even with seven sons, it can't comfort the mother's heart.
4, "Mother Biezi" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's mother Biezi, son Biemu, crying during the day without light. 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. Mother's son, son's mother, the sunshine in the daytime seems to have lost its luster because of sadness, and there is infinite sadness in crying.
The family lives in Chang 'an, Kansai, and her husband is a general in a high position. Last year, he was awarded a knighthood for his outstanding military exploits. I also got a reward of 2 million, so I married a bride as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade in Luoyang.
If the bride is not satisfied when she comes, she will ask her husband to abandon her wife; She is the lotus in his palm, and I am the nail in their eyes. It is human nature to like the new and hate the old, and it is not enough to be sad. I will pack my bags and leave helplessly.
But sadly, her husband's family still has two biological children left. One can walk by the bed and the other can sit up.
The sitting child is crying, and the walking child is clutching my clothes. You and your wife are new lovers, but you never let our mother and son meet again.
At this moment, my heart is full of unspeakable sadness. People's fickle feelings are not as good as the black magpie in the forest. Mothers don't leave their chicks, and males always take care of them. This scene is like a peach tree in the backyard. The petals that once covered the greenhouse have fallen with the wind, and the young fruits will still hang on the top of the tree to experience frost, snow and rain.
Newbie, newbie, listen to me. There are countless beautiful women in Luoyang Red Chamber. I hope the general will achieve something in the future and marry a more delicate bride than you. 5, "Hey" Pre-Qin: I am anonymous, I am Artemisia.
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. I am a loser, but I am a thief.
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. It is a pity that the bottle is used up.
It is better to die for a long time than to live with fresh people. What if there is no father? What can I do without my mother? Get a shirt when you go out, and you're exhausted when you go in.
My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Caress me, feed me, nurture me, nurture me, take care of me, go in and out of my stomach.
The virtue of wanting to repay kindness. Heaven is so chaotic! Nanshan is fierce and the wind is blowing.
I don't care, I'm alone! Nanshan method, drifting with the wind. Everyone is in the valley, I'm not alone! Look, mugwort has grown taller, but it's not mugwort, it's mugwort.
Pity my parents, it's too hard to raise me! Look at the wormwood that snuggles up to each other, but it's not wormwood, it's Wei Pity my parents, it's too tiring to raise me! It is a shame to fill the bottle with water, because the bottom of the bottle is empty.
Living alone is boring. Might as well die early. What can I rely on without my real father? What do you depend on without your own mother? Going out for a walk is sad, and getting started is at a loss.
Dad, you gave birth to me. Mom, you raised me. You protect me, love me, support my growth, nurture me, think that I don't want to leave me, go out and hug me.
I want to repay my parents' kindness, and the disasters in the old society are unpredictable! The height of Nanshan is hard to surpass, and the biting wind is daunting. Everyone has no misfortune. Why am I the only one who was robbed? Nanshan Mountain is too high to cross, the wind is biting and shivering.
No one is unfortunate, and I can't be the only one.
2. Ancient poems about maternal love (whole poem)/kloc-0 1.000000000000000000 Love, how do I 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
3. Poems about mother's poems are sad. On a snowy night in Chai Men, it's better to have children than nothing. -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"
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. -Wang Anshi's Tenth Five-Year Plan
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"
You are in town, and the sage returns the favor to the mirror and kisses the Buddha lamp. -Dong Li's "Thank you for sending Ji Yi Situ Xianggong"
What's wrong with the house? You can't go to your parents' hometown. -Wang Jian's Gu Congjun
Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
The old mother and son left without saying goodbye and cried among the weeds. -Li Bai's Yu Zhanghang
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. -Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
The white gods in the west are scared when they see it, and the mother gods will cry. -Li He's "Spring Square Zhengzi Sword Song"
I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh. -Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
Parents work hard, especially mothers. -Xu Xi's Song of Persuading Filial Piety
People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. -Wang Jian's "Short Song"
My father pitied my mother, but he smiled awkwardly. -Lutong's Shi Tianding
When I went out, my mother made me some more clothes, as if afraid that I would have to go back in case there were no clean clothes to bury on the road. -Wang Jian's Crossing the Liao River
The baby will be born and the mother will be in prison. -Xu Xi's Song of Persuading Filial Piety
When the anvil moves, parents sing. -Guan Xiu "Sun Shijun"
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. -"The Book of Songs Xiaoya E"
At the age of four, his father died of illness, and his mother decided not to marry again, and personally taught Ouyang Xiu to read. -Ouyang Xiu's Book of Painting.
Parents swallow their tears and birds cry. -Meng Jiao's Song of Yao and Shun (a song of Shun, Zheng Zhuang. 》
Mom and dad, the obstacles are long, alas! Worried and sad. -Wang Zhaojun's "complaints"
My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Spoil me, feed me, care for me and repay me —— The Book of Songs, Xiaoya's National Mourning
No father? What can I do without my mother? -"The Book of Songs Xiaoya E"
In the Ming Dynasty, mother and son wept at each other. -Lu you1the storm on October 28th.
4. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, an ancient poem about maternal love.
Sewing clothes for her traveling son.
She sewed carefully and repaired it thoroughly.
Afraid of the delay that will make him go home late.
Grateful to the humble grass
Can pay the sun's rays?
-A wanderer sings Meng Jiao.
Sorrow and indignation poem
The Han Dynasty lost power and influence, and Dong Zhuo was in chaos.
If you want to usurp the throne, you must first harm the virtuous.
Forced to move to the old state to help the Lord strengthen himself.
Xingyi division wants to * * for bad luck at home.
Excellent people come from the east and shine in the sun.
The local people are very fragile, and all the soldiers are Hu Qiangren.
Hunting wild cities and besieging cities, I know what I want to break.
There is nothing left, and the remains support each other.
A horse hangs a man's head, and a horse carries a woman behind it.
Driving west to enter the customs, the road is dangerous and blocked.
I still care. My liver and spleen are rotten.
There are several tens of thousands, and gathering is not allowed.
Still flesh and blood, afraid to speak.
When you are depressed for a few minutes, you need to talk about your shortcomings.
If you want to be a pavilion blade, I can't live with you.
How dare you spare your life? You can't stand being scolded.
Or add pestle, poison and pain are combined into one.
The study is sad and the night is sad.
You can't have it if you want to die, and you can't have it if you want to live.
It is a misfortune for people with pale faces.
Bianhuang is different from China, who is vulgar and unreasonable.
There is a lot of frost and snow in the place, and Hu Feng starts in spring and summer.
Blow my clothes gently and let them sink into my ears.
I miss my parents when I feel it, and lament the infinite.
It's always nice to hear that there are guests from outside.
Welcome to ask about him. You need to reply to the village.
I hope that when I meet you, my flesh and blood will meet me.
If you have to forgive yourself, you should abandon your son.
Heaven binds people's hearts, and it is too late to say goodbye.
Life and death are always good, and we can't bear to say goodbye to them.
Hold my neck in front of my son and ask my mother what she wants.
When people say that their mother should go, there is no time to return.
My mother has always been kind, so today is even more unkind.
I am not an adult, so I don't care.
Seeing this collapse in five days, I was in a trance and crazy.
Crying and touching, when you reply to doubts.
At the same time, they bid farewell to each other.
I long for my return, and sad tears have destroyed the cracks.
A horse hesitated, but a car refused to turn.
The audience was booed and sobbed as they walked.
To break the relationship and sign for the future.
This is 3,000 miles long. When shall we meet again?
Read me out of my stomach and my heart will destroy me.
Not only for the family, but also for China and foreign countries.
The city wall is a mountain forest, and the yard is full of Ai Jing.
If you don't know whose bone it is, don't cover it vertically and horizontally.
When no one goes out, the jackal barks.
Embrace the lonely scene, and you will lose your liver and lungs.
Looking at the distance, the soul suddenly flew.
After the election, others will be lenient.
In order to recover, there is no need to say it.
Entrust your life to a new person and try your best to encourage yourself.
Being stingy, I am often afraid of donating again.
The geometry of life, you worry all the year round.
Source:
China's Poetry-Wei and Jin Dynasties-Cai Yan
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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.
Source:
China's Poetry-Qing-Huang Jingren
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5. Simple ancient poems expressing maternal love: four sentences 1, missing mother.
Song Dynasty: Gong Yu
Frost flowers and reeds shed tears and wet clothes, and their bald heads have no more to lean on.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
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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.
2. Don't be an old mother
Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren
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.
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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.
3. Yaochi
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
The Queen Mother of the West opened the window on the Yaochi; The voice of bamboo songs is very sad.
Eight-horse car, traveling three thousand miles a day; Zhou Muwang, why didn't the default come again?
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The Queen Mother of the West opened the window on the Yaochi; I only heard Huang Zhuge's voice moving sadly. Eight Jun Shenma's car trips to Wan Li three times a day; Why did Zhou Muwang break the contract and stop coming?
4, quatrains diffuse nine, seven
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
The diameter of poplar flowers is covered with white felt, and the lotus leaves in the stream are stacked with green money.
No one has seen bamboo shoots, and the chicks on the beach sleep next to their mothers.
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Fragments of Yang Shuhua falling on the path are spread out like white felt, and lotus flowers are dotted on the stream, one after another, like copper coins. Next to the bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest, no one noticed the tender bamboo shoots that just broke through the ground. The newly hatched duckling snuggled up to the mother duck and fell asleep sweetly on the beach.
5. Birds
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Who says many people's lives are insignificant? As common as flesh and blood.
I advise you not to pat a bird. My son will be in the nest waiting for his mother to come back.
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Who says the lives of these birds are insignificant? Everything in the universe has flesh and blood, and it is the same life. There is no more important truth. I advise you not to hit the bird on the branch. The chicks are still in the nest waiting for their mother to come back. You can't kill several people with one stone!