"The Song of the Wandering Son"
Meng Jiao
The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the body of the wandering boy.
Before leaving, I am worried that I will return later.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
Selection from "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"
Bai Juyi
Si'er was a young child, flying high and carrying his mother on his back.
My parents read it at that time, but you should know it today.
"Fifteen"
Wang Anshi
He sent his mother to Han Valley and left Bai Han Yin at home.
When I heard about Du Yu in the bright moon, the north and the south were always concerned.
"Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
Jiang Shiquan
My love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home.
The needlework on the cold clothes is dense, and the ink marks on the letters home are new.
When we meet, we pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships.
I am ashamed of my son, I dare not sigh in the dust.
"Remembering My Father"
Song Lingyun
Wu Shuyanyun broke the ruler's book, how can we hate each other when they are so far apart?
The dream soul is not afraid of the distance of Chang'an, and I have taken advantage of the wind several times to ask about my daily life.
"Thinking of My Mother"
Yu Gong
My clothes are wet with the tears of reed flowers in the frost, and my white head no longer leans on the wood door.
During the yellow plum rain in May last year, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice.
"Remembering the Mother"
Ni Ruixuan
The river is difficult to navigate and I cannot cross it. I don't know whether it is safe or not.
I shed tears of missing my loved ones in the dark, but I’m afraid I will shed more tears of missing my children!
Mother
Mother is like a bright light in the dark night,
When I lose my way,
She will guide me towards the light.
Mother is like the bright moon in the autumn night
When I am lonely and helpless,
She will accompany me and give me confidence.
My mother is busy all day long for me,
She works tirelessly and has no regrets,
On this annual Mother’s Day
I want to say, thank you, Mom!
——This document is dedicated to all mothers in the world, regardless of whether they are poor or rich.
Mother, can you use your hands of withered tree bark
to brush away the gray frost on your temples? I know
The red ribbon bow bleached the black hair in my memory
It has been a long time ago. Mother, you act as if nothing has happened
You still gently wriggle your loose teeth
Not in a hurry. With the smile behind the curtain of tears
Singing songs that are still fresh in childhood
Memories are the snakes of yearning. Draw out a word
The remaining ink that meanders through the rest of my life
Mother, you still don’t hesitate to lick it with this dry tongue
As poisonous as my pride. In front of you, I will always be a child who will never grow up
So, there is a vague topic called maternal love
Undoubtedly, the most stupid ones are wanderers. Injury
Mother, the person who once had a name like chrysanthemum, you are old
The edge of the white porcelain bottle has your remaining medicinal fragrance
The plain silk is old and dark years. In the process of preparation
The loving heart has been wiped clean, but it still remains
Cannot hide the crazy growth of your care
The autumn wind has begun. Even in the lonely shadow, mother
Don’t catch a cold. No matter when and where
The setting sun must rely on a kind of crutch called children
And you, the fertile soil bred by you
The seeds covered by vegetation are sprouting , thrive
And I, at this moment. I just want to hear you call me my baby name.
In a trance, oh mother
I seem to be back in the courtyard, beside the well where I drew water when I was a child
Mother, mother
——Dedicated to "Mother" Festival》All Mothers in the World
Your silver hair, rickety body, and lonely figure
You are old.
You hang out with your neighbors
At 80 years old, you still fetch water and cook your own food
You still cling to my childhood home
Hometown of Dreams
You have raised our four children throughout your life
Our four children are the pride of your life
The doves you let fly It is your lifelong concern
The hope of survival
Every time I mention it to others
My kind face is always full of smiles
Mother
I have gone through many hardships
My mother who has endured many hardships
How can a dull pen write thousands of words
My feelings
Praise to mother
Mother is a big ship
Carry me to the sea
To pursue the mystery of life
Explore the magic of the world
Mother is a mountain
Contains all things
Nurture me to grow
Strengthen my body and mind
Mother is a moving song
Take me to travel everywhere
Praise the motherland with her beautiful tune
History
Mother is a ray of spring breeze
Blowing all things in the world
Yingying steps
brings vitality
Mother is the spring rain
nourishing all things on the earth
Ah! Mother
I love you, you are the eternal favorite in my heart
Ode to a loving mother
In my heart,
There is a place that is unfathomable,
It has never been asked,
You are the fire of hope,
lighting my future for me, Illuminating hope,
In every dark night,
I care about you,
In every cold night,
It is you who give me endless warmth,
It is raining in the sky,
Every raindrop is telling.
Your pale fingertips are caressing my temples
I can’t help but hold on to your clothes tightly like I did when I was a child
p>Oh, mother
To keep your disappearing figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke wisps
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time Open your eyes
I still treasure that bright red scarf
I am afraid that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth
Ha , mother
Isn’t the passage of time equally ruthless
I’m afraid that memory will also fade
How dare I open its painting screen so easily
I once cried to you for a thorn
Now with the crown of thorns, I dare not
I dare not moan
Oh, mother< /p>
I often look up at your photos sadly
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep
I still I dare not display the sacrifice of love like this