Poems expressing deep maternal love

1. Poems about deep maternal love

Poetry about deep maternal love 1. Poems expressing deep maternal love

1, The Wandering Sons

2, "Don't be an old mother" Huang Qing Zhongze

3. Wang Anshi of Song Dynasty in the Tenth Five-Year Plan

4. "Arriving home at the end of the year" Qingjiang Shiquan

5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Bai Juyi

6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen

7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan noodles

8. "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu

9, "Short Songs" Tang

10, Tang's answer to the elderly in Daibei House

1 1, "night shift" Tang

This is a poem:

Maternal love, regardless of the appearance of maternal love, regardless of maternal love in spring, summer, autumn and winter, lofty and great maternal love, infinite loyalty, regardless of whether you are peaceful or restless, regardless of whether you are successful or unsuccessful, maternal love is everywhere. It is her who accompanies you to experience life, and it is her who flies over the phoenix. If Qingtian Changhong does not understand maternal love, you will lose the true meaning of life. How can a mother fall into poverty and miss peace? With our hands, we can touch bright colors, and with our love, we can measure the overall prosperity and care for our mother. It is also the sublimation and purification of you and me. Try to dry your tears for your mother and enjoy the magnificence! 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

That's all! ! !

2. Motherly love poems

Motherly love poems

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, nurtured me,

Take care of me and answer me. The Book of Songs

Father is not kind, son is not filial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; Husband is unfair.

This woman is not smooth. 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

3. Motherly love poems

Mom's wings

This is a season when even the sky is blue and transparent.

You and I are flying kites.

Let go of the good mood.

You say kites are the wings of the sky, and the world of love will never be dark.

I asked, mom, do you have wings? Staring at your face with surprised eyes

You bowed your head and left me with a beautiful smile and a gentle love.

You smile and tie love in the bow on the kite.

You smile and see big white clouds floating in the blue sky. Below you is your beautiful black hair fluttering in the wind.

The most touching thing is the tenderness of your lips, which makes the warmth of the whole winter precipitate in my heart.

It is said that every mother is an angel from the sky.

Steal home, just to find your hidden wings, for fear that you will put them on quietly and fly away, leaving me alone in this world.

Smiling, you hold my hand and tell me that I am your hidden wing. Only with wings can I fly.

In a blink of an eye, the great wheel of time has run for 20 spring and autumn.

The mottled autumn frost has left an amazing mark on your sideburns.

The ruthless iron plow also left a deep ditch mark on your forehead.

But you are still smiling, and your gentle face is as beautiful as ever.

Smiling, you measure the length of pain with rough hands,

Smiling, you bought your child's youth with your green hair and beauty.

What I don't understand is why you are willing to let dust describe you, what kind of pain you endure, take off your wings and turn it into a sweet burden.

Before the flying red leaves fall to the ground,

Before the cold winter comes,

I have a bowl of dreams,

After that, I decided in my mind,

Decided to give you a pair of free wings,

Let you fly freely in a happy paradise.

1. Mom! You are a lotus leaf, I am a red lotus, and the raindrops in my heart are coming. Except you, who is the shade under my unobstructed sky? -Bing Xin

2. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted 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. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? -Meng Jiao.

There is a most beautiful voice in the world, and that is the call of mother (Dante)

All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. (Gorky)

A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child sleep in it without sweetness? (Hugo)

6. Don't be an old mother (Huang Jingren in Qing Dynasty)

Farewell to the beam of mother river,

Worry, watch.

On the tragic snowstorm night in Chai Men,

It is better to have children than nothing at this time.

4. What are the poems about maternal love, more than three sentences?

Praise of maternal love: the wandering poem in Dream Jiao, the thread in the hands of a loving mother, makes clothes for the wayward boy'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, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, lost his father very early and lived alone. He studied hard since he was a child and took many imperial examinations, but he failed many times. He became a scholar in his forties and became a county magistrate. This poem was written by Meng Jiao when he was a county magistrate. I recalled the past and thought a lot.

Motherly love (poem) article source: "Holy Motherly Love" Motherly love, strange appearance, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter maternal love, lofty and great maternal love, infinite loyalty, regardless of your peace and agitation, regardless of your failure and success, maternal love is everywhere, it is her who accompanies you to experience life, it is her who flies in the face, Li Changhong does not know the true meaning of maternal love, and you forget the poverty of a mother. With our hands, we can touch bright colors, and with our love, we can measure the overall prosperity and care for our mother. It is also the sublimation and purification of you and me. Try to dry your tears for your mother and enjoy the magnificence! 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] Han Yu's mother instrument hangs down, the tube is bright, and the night platform is silent. Mottos, a thread in the hand of a loving mother, makes clothes for her wayward son's body.

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 mourned 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. [Southern and Northern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui did not have a good father and brother in his life, nor did he have a 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. In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over.

Fei Xiaotong's wandering songs. The thread in Meng Jiao's loving mother's hand 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 does this inch of grass have? Earn three spring times, mourn for your parents, and love your parents. Meng Mu moved to your home three times to worship his mother, feed and clothe his parents, and regenerate his great-grandmother parents' maternal love, which is a blood connection and a blessing to his children. Motherly love is like the wind in spring. It is the clouds in the sky that always let the hot sun pass through her first, and it is the sunset after the rain that always lets the washed earth lie in her arms, writing colorful life dreams in the high sky.

2. Motherly love is the eternal theme of human beings.

We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations. There is no soul-stirring historical epic, no shocking reversal of stormy waves, and a mother's love is like a spring rain, a clear song that moistens things silently for a long time.

Yu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... Their destination is aging ... It is impossible for the elderly in their twilight years to cry out for their mothers without moving people, and they have to wander without calling out for their return." Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. With the children sipping and sipping, it is endless. Therefore, the lingering maternal love is integrated into the children's laughter and tears.

Motherly love is like an idyll, far away and pure, elegant and light; Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural. Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly; Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring. Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter and a wandering yearning. Motherly love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sickbed. Motherly love is the ardent expectation of their children's growth.

3. Prose Poetry Motherly love is the most sacred, noble and selfless love in the world. Motherly love is bright sunshine, hot and bright.

She can melt glaciers, purify the soul and flourish. She nurtures life and cares for everything with a broad mind.

Maternal love is a rich green land, beautiful and pleasant. She makes the air fresh, flowers colorful and butterflies flying.

She is the only pure land that has not been polluted by fame and fortune. Motherly love is the mountain spring of Ming Che, clean and clear.

She is pure and elegant, true and naive, sincere and flawless, and she can wash away all filth. Motherly love is a long way.

No matter where you go, she will accompany you to extend smoothly. That long-term concern, that earnest persuasion, guides you to the maze and protects you all the way.

Maternal love is a high mountain. No matter how difficult you are, she always relies on the barrier.

That towering body protects you from the wind and rain, and makes your heart calm and happy. Maternal love is a deep pool.

No matter how many entanglements there are at home, she always endures silently with an inclusive attitude. Generosity and tolerance make the family harmonious and calm, and make things go smoothly.

Mother's love is eternal, no matter how the wind and rain erode, she is always perfect and will never fade; Motherly love is pure, she will always be as pure and primitive as water; Motherly love is persistent, no matter how bitter her fate is, she always pours out her heart and never gives in. A mother's love is deep in righteousness and firm in softness.

When you were crying in infancy, mother.

5. Poetry about mother or maternal love

Who speaks before each trip? Who gently urges me to study every night? Who lingers in front of the house in the dim light every night? When we are sensible, we think of washing her swollen feet day and night and gently stroking her gray sideburns, and we will deeply understand what the mother means.

My mother's white hair is treasured in a box, because it embodies my mother's love for me, which I will always remember.

The years pass by inadvertently. Behind every hurried figure, my father's caring eyes are getting farther and farther, and my mother's familiar words are gradually forgotten. When you are physically and mentally exhausted, stop and read a warm story in a book, and you will have a moving heartbeat.

"The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son." The love of parents in the world is actually in a stitch, a letter from home and a small matter. Motherly love is a warm coat that always protects your body; Father's love is a close-fitting vest that always surrounds your heart. Father's love and mother's love are your double clothes, which surround you all the time. No matter how far you are from Qian Shan, the ends of the earth, father's love and mother's love are tightly wrapped around you.

6. Motherly love poems

"Stars" written by Bing Xin, mom, the wind and rain in the sky are coming; The bird hides in its nest; The storm in my heart came, and I hid in my mother's arms.

1. The wanderer praises the thread in the hands of the loving mother and makes clothes for the wayward 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? 2. "Mother Biezi" Tang Baijuyi's mother Biezi, son Biemu, cried during the day without lights.

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.

Song of a mother (Russian) rasul Gamzatov's mother and mother are similar to each other, like a sea between mountains, and mountains are similar to each other. I stared at the mountains from the blue sky. The mountains overlap with thunderstorms, and the closer to the top of the mountain, the steeper the rock wall. There are thousands of peaks in Qian Qian in the world, and none is as noble as your mother! Whether I am happy or sad, you are the mountain I can rely on.

Mom, the stars at night and the dawn are in your heart. Now, I stare at all directions, and your images are everywhere: you are in the land where flowers are blooming, and you are in the ocean where waves shine! The earth can't hold your kindness, and the sky can't hold your nobility. Mom, I really feel very strange. How can you, how can you walk into that low, narrow wooden house? ! Mother's hand Maxim Tank kissed them on the ground with her own wrinkles and sand lips. The sky kissed them with hot air, wind and rain. The slender yarn was spun into their warm morning, and how many times the beautiful glow was lit to shine on children and relatives. Now they show dark and deep wrinkles. Just like the road we walked, it left a mark on the slap. Whenever the whole family gets together, our mother just puts her hand on the dining table and immediately lights up the room like sunshine and warms our hearts. I have a lot to tell you. I have been in a foreign land for too long, but you know me best, no matter when.

In the timid hands of a child, now I hold the original gift. I wanted to show it to you for a long time, but you closed your eyes. However, when I read it, I strangely forgot my pain, because your kind existence wrapped me in countless ties.

It's raining under the forest. It's raining under the forest. It's not my mother for the time being. She is sitting in front of the cupboard counting the last pile of money. She is getting old. Her son is about to get married and her daughter is about to become famous. Her mouth was open and she pretended to sleep peacefully. There is only a layer of skin on her face, but her daughter is painting herself a beauty with expensive oil and a little water. She has been hollowed out by her ex-husband, leaving only a bad reputation. After getting up, she only answered one phone call, which was urgent for her. Go to the operating room at once and bring another baby to this county to suffer. I am in the river with my mother. Recently, my mother often sits at the window and cleans the glass several times a day. The begonia outside is green and the cherry is red. All her children have left. She said that when she was pregnant with me, she would stroke her bulging clothes several times a day and fold her little clothes neatly. She thought I would come. She can't see me. I thought I slept well curled up. Now, the trees in front of the window make her uneasy. She often polishes the glass among the moving leaves. I think I'll brush the branches. I hope I can have a good sleep before I come. Today, she still hides the wool in her heart. She always wants to see me, but can't see me. I'm afraid the world is too beautiful for me to dance and cry any more. Mom Shu Ting, your pale fingertips manage my temple. I can't help holding on to your skirt as I did when I was a child. In order to keep you, mother gradually hid. I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear that it will lose your unique warmth. Isn't the running water of my mother's years just as ruthless, afraid that my memory will fade? How dare I open its screen easily? I cried to you for a thorn, and now I dare not moan. Mother, I often look up at your photo sadly. Although I call it to penetrate the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the gift of love in this way. Although I have written many songs for flowers, the sea and the dawn, my sweet and gentle memory of my mother is not the torrent, waterfall and ancient well that can't be sung among flowers and trees.

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 when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it.

A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return. [Han] Liu An was pregnant heavily in October, but the reward was light.