-The Book of Songs 3. A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return. Liu Hanan 4. It's difficult to cross the river, but I don't know if it's near.
When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more! -Ni Ruizhen's "Missing Mother" 5. A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk. May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful.
-Wang Yuan Mian's "Xuan Mo Map" 6. With your couple's new Yanwan, 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.
-Tang Bai Juyi's "Mother Biezi" 7. The mother instrument hangs down, and the night is quiet. -"aphorisms" 8. It was a tragic snowstorm night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
-"Don't be an old mother" 9. I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to be 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.
-Qingjiang Shiquan "Arriving at Home at the End of the Year" 10, leaving my mother in the ditch and staying in the shade at home. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
-Wang Song Anshi Tenth Five-Year Plan 1 1 Thread in the hands of loving mothers, making clothes for wayward boys. 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's Wandering Sons 12. It's Youth Day, spreading your wings and carrying your mother.
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. -Bai Juyi's "Yan's Showing Liu Sou" 13, respecting the mother before the prodigal son does not feel cold.
-"Song of Persuading Filial Piety" 14, one mother teaches you nothing, and three dragons send you the kettle. Shao Yunyun vulgar stop Yao color, Luan River low flying brush treasure furnace.
-Tang Sikong's "Buxu" 15, the old mother with a white head covered the door and broke the sleeves. -Tang Hanyu 16, my father gave birth to me, and my mother leaned over me, caressed me, nurtured me, nurtured me, protected me and answered me.
-"The Book of Songs" 17, frosty reed flowers are wet, and baldness does not depend on Chai Fei. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
-Yu Gong's "Thinking of Mother" 18, loving mother, loving young, Zhao is the crown prince. The gait of dragons and tigers is different from day to day, and dogs tend to follow eagles.
-Yuan Yang Weizhen's Motherly Love 19. My parents saw it at that time, but I should know it today. -"Yan Shixiu Liu Sao" 20, who is not crazy who is not crazy, go to the palace to be a Taoist.
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. -In Whose Son 2 1, the mother's son, the son's mother, cried during the day without lights.
General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year. -Tang Baijuyi's "Mother Biezi" 22, no father, no mother.
-"The Book of Songs" 23. I went to worship the mother river beam, and I was worried about tears. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
-Huang Qing Nakazawa "Don't be an old mother" 24. People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. -"Short Song".
2. Praise the mother's poem and worry for thousands of miles.
Only when the children are brought up can they know the kindness of their parents. The world is spacious and the parents are generous.
All the glory and lesson plans in the world come from mothers. (Gorky) There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the mother's call.
(Dante) The sweetest words a person's lips can utter are his mother: The best call is that there is only one best woman in the world, and that is my mother. (Genghis Khan) Motherly love is a huge flame.
(romain rolland) Motherly love is the greatest power in the world. (Mill) The most beautiful scene in the world is when we think of our mother.
(Mo Bosang) Praise Mother-This document is addressed to all mothers in the world, whether they are poor or rich. Mom, can you brush off the frost that has turned gray on your temple with the hand of dead tree skin? I know that the bow of the red ribbon bleached the black hair that I remember for a long time.
Mom, as if nothing had happened, you can still gently twist your loose teeth. Singing songs with fresh childhood memories, laughing and crying, memories are snakes of missing.
Draw a word and move forward in a zigzag way. My mother, who has residual pain in this life, still licks my arrogant poison with this cracked tongue core. I will never grow up in front of you, so a vague topic called maternal love is undoubtedly a wanderer and the most stupid person who hurts his mother. You used to be as famous as chrysanthemum, and you are old. There are still some fragrant silk on the edge of the white porcelain bottle.
I have brushed my love heart in sports, but I still can't hide your concern. The crazy autumn wind has begun. Even in the lonely shadow, mom, don't catch cold.
No matter when and where, the sunset depends on a crutch called a child. You, the seeds covered with vegetation on fertile soil are sprouting and growing, and I, at this moment. I just want to hear you call my name.
In a trance, mother, I seem to be back in the yard, the mother who drew water from the well when I was a child-Mother's Day is dedicated to all mothers in the world. Your silver hair, rickety body and lonely figure are all old. You associate with the neighboring village, you are 80 years old, and you still draw water yourself. Cooking by yourself, you still cling to my childhood dream hometown. It is the pride of your life to support our four children and four children all your life. The pigeons you let go are the concern of your life and the hope of survival. Every time I mention being nice to people, I always have a smile on my face. How can a mother who has gone through so many hardships write thousands of words with a blunt pen? I have always admired my mother. My mother is a big ship, carrying me to the sea and exploring the mysteries of life. The magical mother is an all-inclusive mountain. Raising me to grow sturdily, "Mother in Body and Mind" is a touching song, which takes me around the world and sings the history of the motherland with her beautiful tune. Mother is the spring breeze that brings life to all things in the world, and mother is the spring rain that moistens all things on the earth! Mom, I love you. You are my favorite forever. In my heart, there is a place that is unfathomable, but no one has ever asked. You are the fire of hope, illuminating my future and hope. Every dark night, I care about you. Every cold night, you give me endless warmth. It is raining in the sky, and every drop of rain is telling.
Your pale fingertips touch my temple. I can't help holding on to your skirt like when I was a child. My mother tried to keep your disappearing figure. 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. Isn't mom's running water the same in those years, heartless and afraid of fading her memory? How dare I open its screen easily? I once cried out to you for a thorn. Now I'm wearing a watch. I dare not say a word or moan, mom. I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if the call can penetrate the loess, how can I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this. Although I wrote many songs for flowers, the sea and the dawn, my sweet and soft memory of my mother is not a torrent or a waterfall, but a dry well that flowers and trees can't sing. My mother's life is like walking on a stormy road. Mother is at the forefront. Let some umbrellas protect the children from the wind and rain, and mother will push them to me. Ah, the child under the umbrella, the mother outside the umbrella, rain is no longer rain, but a drop of happy tears sent by God to the world. Mother, a hard-working person's body can leave, but people will not leave, just as we will not forget our ancestors and forget our mother. Mother is the quilt on her body. Without it, she will feel cold. Mother is the salt in the dish. Without her, life would be dull. My mother must have her pain. The pain of wandering often hangs on her face and mixes with the smiles of her children. Great maternal love will pick a bunch of the brightest roses, which are all my dear words to my mother. My mother said I was stupid. Roses are flowers that symbolize love. No, they are also flowers that the children want to give her. I regret that I haven't heard my mother tell my childhood jokes for a long time. Mom, wuyeshu, I am sinking deeper and deeper into the world? A five-leaf tree in the world is full of poems, mother. I am your forced mature child. The children in light Tsing Yi are very satisfied. Please adopt ~ thank you ~.
3. 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 hit the branch bird. My son is waiting for his mother to come back in the nest.
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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!
4. Ode to Motherly Love Poem Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons The thread in the hands of a loving 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. But how much love an inch of grass has is three times! A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return.
[Han] Liu An was pregnant heavily in October, but the reward was light. Song of Persuading Filial Piety is a one-foot-three-inch treasure, which has been a work for ten years and eight years.
The mother of "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" said that the child lay dry and the mother fell asleep wet. "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" is not seen by the mother, and the child is uneasy.
My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. Before "Song of Persuading Filial Piety", the prodigal son is not cold.
Song of Persuading Filial Piety is full of love and hardship. Who knew my parents when they hurt me? "Children's Words Are Unbridled" The bald mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt sleeves were broken. [Tang] When Han Yu was young in 1942, he carried his mother when he flew high.
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. Bai Juyi's "Yan's Showing Liu Chao" chose a white-headed old woman to cover the door, and her sleeves were broken.
Han Yu's Whose Son chose his mother to go to the ditch and stay at home. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
Wang Anshi XV, mourning for parents, giving birth to me. The Book of Songs has neither father nor mother. The Book of Songs is the virtue of the father and the legacy of the son.
Clear pronunciation and mellow voice, parents respected; Give children a good education. Don't be happy to have a son, and don't sigh without one.
[Tang] Han Yu people see that boys and girls are good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. [Tang] Wang Jian's parents are both on earth; The rarest person in the world, brother.
Motto Lian Bi is the best parent in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed, caressed, nursed, nurtured, cared and answered me.
Book of Songs.
5. Who has a poem praising mother? 1, a thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son's body.
Meng Jiao's Wandering Son Greets Mother II. People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. Wang Jian's Short Song 3. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.
Anonymous "e-E-E》4. I went to worship the mother river beam, and I was worried about my tears. Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother" 5. I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to be home.
Jiang Shiquan will arrive home at the end of the year. But how much love does an inch of grass get? Three Chunhui Meng Jiao's "Wandering to Meet Mother" 7. My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Anonymous "e-E-E”8. A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.
Wang Mian's "Figure 1 of Xuan Mo" 9. If you encounter pity, ask for it. Jiang Shiquan's Arriving Home at the End of the Year 10. Frosted reed flowers are wet with tears, and bald heads do not rely on firewood.
With Miss Mom by Gong 1 1, when I came, my parents realized that the two places were separated, and it was like death to pay attention to clothes. Wang Jian's Crossing the Liao River 12, male and female duets in the air, and the sound does not return.
Bai Juyi's Yan Shi Shi Liu CuO 13, the mother is different from the son, and the son is different from the mother. During the day, there are no lights and crying. Bai Juyi's "Mother Biezi" 14, 30 days of hard work, the mother's thin chicken is getting fatter and fatter.
Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi Xiu Liu Chao" 15, the Ming Dynasty was empty, and the mother and son cried at each other. Land storm 161October 28th, the old mother and son, calling the sky among the weeds.
Li Bai's Yu 17, mumbling to teach, brushing sweaters one by one. Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi Showing Liu Chao" 18, Si Er was young, and when he was flying high, he carried his mother.
Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi Xian Liu Sao" 19, a granddaughter didn't go, and the skirt didn't end. It was twenty or fifteen years before Du Fu tried to be kind to his mother.
Meng Haoran's Send a Classic to Jingzhou House 2 1. My parents saw it at that time, but I should know it today. Bai Juyi's Yan Poetry Showing Liu Chao 22. Self-discipline and self-oath, as well as personal teaching.
Ouyang Xiu's Painting Geography Book.
6. Poems praising maternal love: A loving mother loves her son, not for repaying kindness.
[Han] Liu An was pregnant heavily in October, but the reward was light. Song of Persuading Filial Piety is a one-foot-three-inch treasure, which has been a work for ten years and eight years.
The mother of "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" said that the child lay dry and the mother fell asleep wet. "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" is not seen by the mother, and the child is uneasy.
My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. Before "Song of Persuading Filial Piety", the prodigal son is not cold.
Song of Persuading Filial Piety is full of love and hardship. Who knew my parents when they hurt me? "Children's Words Are Unbridled" The bald mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt sleeves were broken. [Tang] Han Yu's mother instrument hangs down, the tube is bright, and the night platform is silent.
A collection of proverbs, a thread in the hand of a loving mother, makes 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? Meng Jiao used to live in and chose a neighbor.
In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. The mother of Saint Amethyst, the first relative on earth; Motherly love is the first love in the world.
Strictly speaking, the only uncontaminated love in the world is maternal love. When Yan Yan succeeds, everyone is a friend.
But only mother-she is the partner of failure. Zheng Zhenduo lost his parents and gave birth to me.
The Book of Songs has neither father nor mother. The Book of Songs is the virtue of the father and the legacy of the son. Clear pronunciation and mellow voice, parents respected; Give children a good education.
Don't be happy to have a son, and don't sigh without one. [Tang] Han Yu people see that boys and girls are good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.
[Tang] Wang Jian's parents are both on earth; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi is the best parent in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world.
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed, caressed, nursed, nurtured, cared and answered me. In the Book of Songs, the father is unkind and the son is unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy.
[Northern and Southern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui had no virtuous father and brother in his life, and no strict teacher and friend outside, but few people succeeded. [Song] Lv Gongzhu's parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents.
The aphorisms are linked together. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
7. Poem about maternal love, 5 lines 1, diligent maternal love line on clothes, and old friend's book in the book.
2, there are hungry women on the road, holding their children and leaving the grass. 3. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son.
She mended carefully and thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his time to go home. 5. It's always nice to hear that there are foreign guests.
The famous saying about maternal love: 1, Gonchard's famous saying: maternal 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 mother. (Gorky) 4. 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) 6. A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child sleep in it without sweetness? (Hugo) 7 The sweetest word a person's lips can utter is mom, and the best call is "mom".
(Ji Bolun).