A traveler's song
Tang mengjiao
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?
Bielaomu
Qing Huang 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.
the Tenth Five-Year Plan
Wang Song Anshi
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.
Arrive home at the end of the year
Qing Jiang Shi quan
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.
human
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.
Mother's memory
Niruizhuo
The river is too wide to sail, so I don't know if it is safe.
When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more!
spring
1. Xiao Chun (Meng Haoran)
In the spring morning, I woke up easily.
Birds are singing everywhere around me.
But now I remember that night, that storm,
How many fallen flowers are there?
2. Liu Yong (He)
Jasper dressed up as a tree,
Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.
I don't know who cut off the thin leaves,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
3. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu)
Good rain knows its correct time;
When spring comes.
The wind blows its mouth at night;
Moisturize things silently.
Dark clouds filled the wild lane;
The fire of a river boat is unique.
Dawn sees saturated red;
Flowers weigh heavily on Jinguan City.
4. Qingming (Du Mu)
It rained a lot during my stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Pedestrians on the road want to die.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant?
The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
5. Peach blossom in Dalin Temple (Bai Juyi)
The world in April is full of beauty,
Peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom.
I hate that spring is nowhere to be found,
I don't know how it got like this.
6. Late Spring (Han Yu)
The grass knows that spring will come back soon.
All kinds of red and purple hit Fang Fei.
Huayang has no talent for pods,
Just to solve the problem of heavy snow.
I hope my answer will satisfy you!
Ps: As for maternal love, I think only Ode to a Wanderer is more common and easy to recite.
2. Famous sayings about spring or mother. Poetry. Ancient Poetry [Writer] Gonchard's famous saying: Motherly love never dries up. This shows that maternal love is very great and will always be with us.
Lao She said: Losing a loving mother is like putting a flower in a bottle. Although there is still color and fragrance, it has lost its roots. I think this sentence shows that loving mother is as important to a person as roots are to flowers.
All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. (Gorky)
Motherly love is a huge flame. (romain rolland)
There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the mother's call. (Dante)
A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child not be sweet when sleeping in it? (Hugo)
The sweetest word a person's lips can utter is mom, and the most beautiful call is "mom". (Ji Bolun)
Motherly love is the greatest power in the world. (Mill)
When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is a partner in failure. (Zheng Zhenduo)
10 maternal love is so strong, selfish and fanatical that it occupies the feelings of our whole soul. (Duncan)
How similar mothers all over the world are! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart. (Whitman)
12 All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. (Gorky)
13 One of the most beautiful things in life is maternal love, which is selfless love and dwarfs morality. (Japan)
14 Mom, wherever you are, there is the happiest place (UK)
Motherly love is the greatest power in the world (Mill)
16 Everything else in the world is fake and empty, only the mother is real, eternal and immortal. (India)
In memory of 17' s mother! Dearest lover, you are all my happiness and friendship. (France)
18 how strong, selfish and fanatical maternal love is that it occupies our whole mind (Duncan)
19 In the child's mouth and heart, the mother is God. (UK)
Maternal love is the most beautiful of human emotions, because it is not mixed with luck (France)
2 1 Women are fragile, but mothers are strong (France)
Without the help of selfless maternal love, the child's mind will be a desert. (UK)
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.
All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers.
There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the mother's call.
One of the most beautiful things in life is maternal love, which is selfless love, and morality is dwarfed by it.
Mom, where you are, where is the happiest place.
Everything else in the world is false and empty, and only mother is real, eternal and immortal.
In the child's mouth and heart, the mother is God.
Maternal love is the most beautiful of human emotions, because it is not mixed with the heart of wealth.
Wandering in 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?
3. What are the poems about maternal love? 1. Thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son. -Meng Jiao's "Wandering Sons/Welcome Mother to Wander"
At this moment before departure, the old mother's stitches were so thin that she was afraid that her son would not come home for a long time and would sew the clothes more firmly.
2. People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. -Wang Jian's "Short Song"
Everyone says it is a good thing to have boys and girls, but they don't know that boys and girls are older.
3. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. -Anonymous "Guo E"
Pity my parents, it's too hard to raise me! Expressed his pity and regret for his parents.
I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to go home. -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.
5. Bow down to the mother river beam and weep in vain. -Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
Open the curtain, because I want to make a living in He Liang, I can't bear to say goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying, and my tears had dried up.
4. What are the poems about my mother? 1: Wandering sons.
Meng Jiao
The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son.
She mended it carefully and thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his time to go home.
But how much love has an inch of grass, and I got three spring rays.
2. Selected works of Bai Juyi's Yan Shi Showing Liu Chao.
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.
My parents thought so at that time, but I should know today.
3. Han Yu's Whose Son
The old bald mother hid her face and wept, but her shirt sleeve was broken.
4. Wang Anshi's 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.
5. Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
I went to worship the mother river beam, fearing that my tears would be in vain.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
6. Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home.
A cold coat has a lot of needle and thread, but a letter from home has new ink.
When we meet, we are poor and thin, asking for bitterness.
I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh to the dust.
7. Song Lingyun's father's memory
Wu's book is broken. What do you hate everywhere?
The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and has taken the wind several times to ask about daily life.
8, Yu Gong "Mu Si"
First frost reed flower tears wet skirt, bald head without Chai Fei.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
9. Ni Ruizhen's mother memory
The river is too wide to sail, so I don't know if it is safe.
When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more!
5. Poems about mother (ten sentences) Poems praising mother:
A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return. Liu An [Han]
In October, the baby is heavy and the reward is light. Song of exhorting filial piety
One-foot-three baby, ten years and eight years' work. 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
The mother's bitter son has not seen it yet, and the child's mother is uneasy. Song of exhorting filial piety
My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. Song of exhorting filial piety
With a loving mother, the prodigal son does not feel cold. Song of exhorting filial piety
I didn't know my parents when I loved them. Children's language
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. Han Yu
When the mother instrument hangs down, it is bright and the night platform is silent. Motto collection
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? [Tang] Meng Jiao
Yesterday, Meng Mu chose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. Three Character Classic
Mother, the first relative in the world; Motherly love is the first love in the world. Strict words
The only unpolluted love in the world is maternal love. Strict words
When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is the partner of failure. zheng zhenduo
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. The Book of Songs
What's wrong with having no father? What's wrong with not having a mother? The Book of Songs
A father's virtue is a son's legacy. Strict words
Parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. Motto couplets
Don't be happy with children, and don't sigh without children. Han Yu
Everyone knows that it is good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women will make people old. Wang Jian
All parents in the world; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi
Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. Motto Lian Bi
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
Father is not kind, 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]
There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, no strict teachers and friends outside, and few people can succeed. [Song] Lv Gongzhu
Parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents. Motto Lian Bi
In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over. Fei Xiaotong
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! Send mom home.
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother. At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. Bai Juyi's "Selected Poems of Yan"
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. Han Yu's Whose Son is Selected
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. Wang Anshi's Tenth Five-Year Plan
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. Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
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. Jiang Shiquan's Home at the End of the Year
First frost, Lu Hua, tears wet her skirt, bald and helpless. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock. Yu Gong's Missing Mother
The river is too wide to sail, so I don't know if it is safe. When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more! Ni Ruizhen's Mother Memory
6. Ancient poems praising maternal love 1. "Mother Biezi" Tang. Bai Juyi's mother is different from her son, and her son is different, and she cries bitterly during the day.
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.
2. "Mother Love" Yuan. Yang Weizhen's mother loves her chicks, 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.
7. Who are the vagrants in the poems about mothers? The thread in the hand of kind mother Meng Jiao 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. But how much love there is in that inch-long grass, have you got three rays of spring? Haizi 1. The wind is beautiful, the fruit is small, the breasts in nature are beautiful, the water is beautiful, and the moment when no one talks to you is also beautiful. The poverty of your house is beautiful, and the wind blows all over the grassland. 2. Spring water, spring water, biological lips, mother blue covers rocks with her body, and covers bones and wine glasses with the piano sound of wild flowers. 3. Mama Yun is old. Mom has white hair hanging down, you go to rest. There is a quiet son on the hillside, just like quiet water flowing in the sky on the hillside. I sang the beautiful proposal of the sex sisters. I know my poems praising couples are useless. I sing clouds. I know that I will eventually be happy and meet all the holy people in heaven. 4. Xue's mother is sitting on a low stool in her hometown, thinking that my low stool is like my snow top. Mom's shit tomorrow morning. I want to see your mother, mother. You face the barn and set foot on the dusk. I know you're getting old. 5. Language and tic-tac-toe are always like mom's words. On the banks of the river, on both sides of the river of experience, and on both sides of the river of the present image, flowers are like the listening ears of a gentle wife, and there are poems everywhere, listening to the drops of suffering falling in the distance. Recently, my mother often sits in front of the window and polishes the glass several times a day. The Haitang outside is green, the cherry is red, and all her children are gone. She said that when she was pregnant with me, she had to stroke the swollen clothes several times a day and fold the small clothes neatly, thinking that I was coming and she couldn't stand it. See me, do you think I curled up and slept well? Now, the trees in front of the window weave her thoughts into the swaying leaves. She often polishes the glass and thinks I'm going to pull the branches. May I have a good sleep before I come. She made so many clothes and washed so much for me. Today, she still hid the wool in her heart and waited for me, but she always wanted to see me, but she couldn't see me. Worrying about it makes me worry about whether the world is beautiful enough to dance and cry again. Tagore I don't remember my mother, but in the middle of the game, sometimes there seems to be a song spinning on my toy. She is shaking my cradle and humming those songs. I don't remember my mother, but in the early autumn morning, the flowers of acacia floated in the air, and the smell of morning prayers seemed to blow to me. I don't remember my mother, but when I looked at the blue sky in the distance from the bedroom window, I felt my mother holding my eyes all over. Sky Shu Ting, 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. Mother's years are as ruthless as running water, and she is afraid that her memory will fade. How dare I open its screen easily? Now I'm crying 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 to penetrate the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this. Although I have written many songs about flowers, sea and dawn, my sweet and tender memories are not rapids or waterfalls, but flowers and trees.