The poem about mother in the new moon collection is 1. Ask for a poem about maternal love written by children in the new moon collection.
Paper boat-Bing Xin I never refused to throw away a piece of paper, but kept it all the time-kept it, folded it into a boat and threw it into the sea.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I still keep folding them up every day, always hoping that one can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a very small boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason. These are the tears of your beloved daughter. Qian Shan, please let him take her love and sadness home. Drying old clothes-(Qing) Zhou Shouchang's robe is still in the grid and his collar is still warm.
I can't bear to take it lightly, because there are old lines on it. Author: Bing Xin's mother, I have long wanted to write a poem for you, but I haven't written it well many times. I don't know how to start this poem for you, how to end it, or what to write. It's like slapping you hard when I was a child. I don't know whether to accept it bravely or choose to escape from my mother. I thought of you again tonight, and I decided to write a poem for you, even if it is not well written, even if you can't read it in your hometown ... Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wan Shui Qian Shan, ask him to take her love and sorrow home.
2. Poems and ancient poems about mothers
1, Wandering Sons
Tang Dynasty: 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?
Translation:
A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
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.
Translation:
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, "Mother Biezi"
Tang Dynasty: 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.
Translation:
Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. The sunshine in the daytime seems to have lost its luster because of sadness, and the crying is infinitely miserable. The family lives in Chang 'an, Kansai, and her husband is a general in a high position. Last year, he was awarded a knighthood for his outstanding military exploits. I also got a reward of 2 million, so I married a bride as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade in Luoyang.
If the bride is not satisfied when she comes, she will ask her husband to abandon her wife; She is the lotus in his palm, and I am the nail in their eyes. It is human nature to like the new and hate the old, and it is not enough to be sad. I will pack my bags and leave helplessly. But sadly, her husband's family still has two biological children left. One can walk by the bed and the other can sit up.
The sitting child is crying, and the walking child is clutching my clothes. You and your wife are new lovers, but you never let our mother and son meet again. At this moment, my heart is full of unspeakable sadness. People's fickle feelings are not as good as the black magpie in the forest. Mothers don't leave their chicks, and males always take care of them.
This scene is like a peach tree in the backyard. The petals that once covered the greenhouse have fallen with the wind, and the young fruits will still hang on the top of the tree to experience frost, snow and rain. Rookie, rookie, listen to me. There are countless beautiful women in Luoyang Red Chamber. I hope the general will achieve something in the future and marry a more exquisite bride than you.
4. "Xuan Mo Figure 1"
Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian
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.
Translation:
Brilliant daylily was born under the North Hall. The south wind blows the day lily, swaying for whom to confide fragrance? A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's hard for a wanderer to travel far away! The support for parents is alienated every day, and the news of children is not reached every day. Looking up at a cloud forest, I am ashamed to hear the sound of the birds, and I still miss it.
5. "National wind, high wind and triumphant wind"
Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous
The wind blew from the south, blowing his spine. I want to die, and my mother has a reward. The wind blows from the south, and the wind blows from the other side. God, I have no family.
Is there any cold in the spring? Under Xun. With seven children, my mother is very hard. The yellow bird, with its voice. There are seven children, don't comfort your mother.
Translation:
The breeze is blowing from the south, blowing on the buds of jujube trees. Jujube trees are tender and strong, and mothers are busy raising children. The south wind is warm, and jujube trees grow into firewood. The mother is reasonable and kind, and she doesn't blame her if her son is not good. Cold spring water is cool, and the source is next to Junyi. The mother raised seven children, and the son grew into a tired mother. The yellowbird is singing euphemistically. It's so beautiful and noisy. It is difficult to comfort a mother who has raised seven children.
3. Poetry about Mother
"Thinking of Mother" is full of respect and frost, the reed flowers are wet with tears, and the bald head has no dependence on Chai Fei.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock. "In Memory of Mother" Ni Ruilong's river is too wide to sail, and I wonder if it is near.
When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more! Praise my mother. My mother is a big ship, carrying me to the sea, pursuing the mystery of life and exploring the world. My mother is a magical mountain, which embraces everything, nurtures my growth and makes me strong. My Mother is a touching song, which took me all over the country and sang the history of the motherland with her beautiful tunes. My mother is a spring breeze, which blows everything in the world and brings great vitality. My mother is a spring rain, nourishing everything on the earth! Mom, I love you, you are my heart. 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 an inch of grass, the eternal favorite in the spring sunshine.
4. Poems about mother (ten sentences)
Poems praising mother:
A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return. Liu An [Korea]
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
5. Poems about Mother
The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk. -Wang Mian's "Figure 1 of Xuan Mo"
After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white. -Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
In the colorful fifteenth year, before trying to be a loving mother. -Meng Haoran's "Send Zhang into Jingzhou"
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. -Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
6. Poetry about maternal love Tagore
Acura mother's motto and saying: maternal love is a huge flame.
-romain rolland (France) Motherly love never dries up. -Su Maternal love is simple, natural, rich and never exhausted in a woman's heart, just like a major factor in life.
-Balzac (France) Women are fragile, but their mothers are strong. -Hugo (France) Mom, you are the perfect combination of mother, confidant and friend! Tagore (India) Motherly love means not only the mother's love for her children, but also the children's love for her.
-Munir Nasuf (Kuwait) Mother is the only force that can make death yield-Gorky All the glory and pride in the world come from mother. -Gorky There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the mother's call.
-Dante's "Paper Boat" Author: Bing Xin I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper, keep it-pile it up into a boat and throw it into the sea. Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow.
I still don't give up and fold every day. I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go. Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home. When the eternal mother opens her newborn eyes for the first time, the first thing she sees is her mother's extremely holy and loving eyes and tears of joy-her eyes stare at you unblinkingly, and your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively, but you can't express your feelings. Her limbs danced wildly for you-she couldn't help crying loudly. After many days and nights of cultivation, she finally sat up straight. Your little body has never waited after adjusting her emotional intelligence and IQ. I shouted the most precious first voice in my life-Mom, this is the most touching original meaning. No matter how many languages are floating in the world, only this sound is absolutely the same. No music, no poem can be more touching than this one. Wandering among the mountains, passionate sailors are unwilling to send away the sunset and sail.
Hope is calling. The outside world is my paradise, and my free heart is flying.
Mom, do you care about me? Mother looked at me uneasily. Mom, do you want my life to be more exciting? Mother looked at me with relief.
Listen to the sound of the train, the flute ... hold a pair of hands tightly through the window. Mother's love, we also love our mother. Half brilliant and half brilliant, but not the same as mom's love for us. That's where the spring breeze passes. We like this stream. Mother's baby is the ocean. Our happiness is a smile on our mother's face. Our pain is round and bright. It is the deep sadness in my mother's eyes. That's the light from the sun. We may go far and far, but we can't get out of the square in our mother's heart. In April, we hang old clothes and carry robes.
I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it. Author: (Qing) Zhou Shouchang's mother! The wind and rain came, and the birds hid in the nest; The storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms.
7. Appreciation of Mother's Poems in Star Spring Water
Mom,
The wind and rain in the sky are coming;
The bird hides in its nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I hid in my mother's arms.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.
3 Xishan! Do not pull! I can't bear to leave you, but I miss my mother.
4 mom! My hair, on your lap, was given to me by you, mother Alice!
Put aside your troubles,
Let me fall into your arms,
Only you are the destination of my soul.
Little flower,
I want to look up, too,
Thanks for the love of spring-
However, deep goodwill,
Instead, it finally became silent.
Mom, are you in spring?
Do you appreciate it? sorry
8. Poems about Mother
A poem dedicated to mother
On the night of Mother's Day,
I let the flying waves,
Send distant condolences,
Mother's hearty smile,
Laughing at my heart is sweet as honey.
I only remember my mother's young face.
She cultivated in the blue sky and white clouds,
The green waves in the field are covered by vigorous figures.
She plowed beside the roaring carriage,
The focused eyes are so beautiful and serene.
Yes, everyone has their own mother.
Sweet milk,
Full of my young blood,
In the mother's arms,
My happiness grows slowly.
The first time I left my mother,
I saw my mother's tears flowing silently.
Turning my eyes, I suddenly found that,
It turns out that mom is the paradise of that family.
No matter the ends of the earth, no matter spring, summer, autumn and winter,
Mother's concern, in my heart forever,
The warmth of home is always recalled in my heart.
Mother wore a wide apron,
She leaned against the kitchen door and smiled at me.
Watch me eat, watch me happy and sad.
When I fall into this world, my heart is twisted,
It's mother, who let me out of the fog of confusion,
It was my mother who washed away my pain and vicissitudes.
My mother!
When youth is gone,
When wrinkles and white hair overflow your heart,
The only constant is that,
This is your tenacity and strength.
Every time,
In the softest part of the atrium,
Miss you, worry about you,
I like dreaming in quiet nights,
Look at the blooming daisies on your face,
Oh, mom, my dear mom!
Now, you are north of the Yangtze River,
And I, on the south side of the Yangtze River,
The wide river can't stop the shuttle of time and space.
Because your blood is gurgling in my body.
In a vague dream,
Mother fixed it as an oil painting,
In this painting, there are white clouds, blue sky and sunshine.
Mom's smile is like the beautiful Mona Lisa.
That's an eternal smile, that's maternal love.
9. Poems about Mother
Balkos de Paper
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I never want to throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-Save it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I am still not discouraged, folding every day,
I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This is your beloved daughter Wan Shui Qian Shan who folded it with tears.
Begging him to bring her love and sadness home.
Balkos de Paper
star
I never want to throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-Save it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I am still not discouraged, folding every day,
I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This is your beloved daughter Wan Shui Qian Shan who folded it with tears.
Begging him to bring her love and sadness home.
mother
Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming.
There are many birds in its nest.
The storm in my heart is coming.
I only hide in your arms.
Mom!
This fragmentary article
Can you have a look?
These universes
Before I go.
Always hidden in your heart.
10. Poems about singing Mother's Day
1, the second map of Xuan Mo.
Hemerocallis is born in Beitang, and its color is fresh and good. What if I drink too much?
Is the son of man filial to his heart in honor and love? It rained and frosted last night, and the river was old.
The wanderer didn't return, and his heart was pounding.
Hemerocallis were born in front of the old mother's high hall, with bright and beautiful colors. When faced with this photo of Xuan Mo, there is often residual wine in the cup. What else can I say with my shoulder? Filial piety as a child does not exist because you are rich or poor. It was frosty last night, but this morning I saw an empty river. What a pity to be old! As a vagabond, I can't go home, which is as bad as being hit by a club hammer.
2. Don't be an old mother (Huang Qing Ren Jing)
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.
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. Arrive 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.
A mother's love for her children is endless. How happy my mother is to go home during the Spring Festival! She is sewing a cotton-padded coat for me. The needle and thread are tight. The letter I sent home has just arrived, and the ink is still wet. As soon as I met my mother, she said affectionately that I had lost weight and repeatedly asked me if I was suffering outside. I bowed my head in shame and dared not tell her about my wandering.