Poems praising mother (1)
"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.
If there is no six-foot lonely soul under the knee, a Zhao may not be born. 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.
Wang Anshi in 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.
Get 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.
Wang Yuan noodles in Xuan Mo Map
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.
"Short Song" 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 in the evening is 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.
Poems in praise of mother (2)
Don't be old, Huang Qing Nakazawa.
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.
The Wandering Son, Tang 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. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Wang Anshi in 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.
Get 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.
"Mother Biezi" Don 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.
"Mother Biezi" Don 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.
Poems in praise of mother (3)
Don't be old, Huang Qing Nakazawa.
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.
Wang Anshi in 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.
Get 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.
"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.
If there is no six-foot lonely soul under the knee, a Zhao may not be born. 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.
The Wandering Son, Tang 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. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Poems in praise of mother (4)
"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.
If there is no six-foot lonely soul under the knee, a Zhao may not be born. 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.
The Wandering Son, Tang 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. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
"Mother Biezi" Don 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.
Don't be old, Huang Qing Nakazawa.
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.
Wang Anshi in 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.
Get 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.