Ancient poems praising mothers:
1. The truest love between parents in the world is that the tears and blood melt into the bodies of their children. ——Cixi's "Poem for Mother"
Vernacular meaning: The most sincere feeling in the world is the love of parents, and the blood of parents flows in children.
2. Every year comes gray hair and new ones, and spring will come again in a hurry. Is Guanhedi a guest? Time is ruthless and cannot lend money to anyone. An inch of loyalty is devoted to serving the country, and two lines of clear tears are made for missing family members. It's hard to entertain myself when I'm lonely and intense, and I have a golden plate full of five toxins. ——Yu Qian's "Reminiscences of the Beginning of Spring"
Vernacular meaning: Year after year, white hair keeps growing, and in the rush of soldiers and horses, another spring is coming. Why did you keep me at the frontier for so long? Time is too ruthless, and age is never forgiving.
I never forget that I am loyal to my motherland. I can’t help crying when I think of honoring my relatives. The feeling of loneliness was so exciting that it was hard to let go, so I made a five-sin dish to celebrate the New Year.
3. My mother taught me step by step, and Sanyuan Chang sent down the pot. The rhymes and customs of Yun Shao stop and the Yao harp stops, and the luan and crane fly low to brush the treasure furnace. ——Sikong Tu "Buxu"
Vernacular meaning: My mother personally taught me how to walk and etiquette, as if she had come down from the Penglai Fairy Island thousands of miles away. I seemed to hear elegant palace music and harmonious folk music playing from the Yaoqin, lingering; I seemed to see luan and crane flying down from the sky, flying low and circling around the incense burner.
4. My mother was always in pain and sick, and she stayed in Gouxi for five years. ——Du Fu's "No Home"
Vernacular meaning: It hurts forever. My mother, who has been sick for many years, has not been properly buried even after she died for five years.
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