Author: Meng Jiao in Tang Dynasty
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?
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?
Second, the Tenth Five-Year Plan is also called the "General Mother".
Author: Wang Anshi in Song Dynasty
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.
I came to Hangou (Jiangsu) with my mother, but my home is still in Baimao (Dangtu, Maanshan). Mother heard cuckoo's cry on a full moon night and thought of her son who had run away from home. North and South are separated by Wan Li, but they have affection for her.
Third, "West Mother's Grave"
Author: Tang Chen Qu Bing
The sun on the top of the mountain is dim, and few birds stay alone at dusk.
The forest was empty, but Ding Ning told me to go home early.
Gaogaishan (located in flagpole village, Dayang Town, Yongtai County, Fuzhou City) is reflected in the afterglow of sunset, and I stand alone in the forest at dusk. Only a few birds return to their nests. A few drops of white wine were sacrificed at the mother's grave, and tears could not stop flowing down. I can't hear my mother's exhortation anymore: the sound of going home early.
2. Poem about maternal love, 5 words 1, "Mother"
Your pale fingertips touch my temple.
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt
Ah, mom.
In order to keep your fading figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke.
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf.
Afraid that cleaning will make it
Lose your unique warmth
Ah, mom.
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.
I dare not moan.
Ah, mom.
I often look up at your photos sadly.
Even if the call can 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.
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom.
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
Not a torrent, not a waterfall.
It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
2. "Grateful parents"
There is one word that is the sweetest.
There is a kind called the most beautiful.
There is one person to thank most.
There is one kind of person who should be grateful most.
She is-"Mom"
He is-"father"
My mother's hands are thick, and she gave me a gentle touch.
Dad's waist is bent, and his back is straight to me.
Mom's eyes are all spent. She gave me bright eyes.
Dad's wrinkles deepened, and he gave me beautiful youth.
Listen to mom's earnest words.
Facing dad's deep eyes
We have long been used to this kind of care and take it for granted.
I gradually forgot to be moved and forgot to say thank you.
3. Parents' love
Parents' love is like a cup of strong tea, which needs us to savor carefully.
If maternal love is a ship, it carries us from adolescence to maturity;
Then fatherly love is a sea, which gives us a happy harbor.
If the mother's true feelings ignite the hope in our hearts;
Then my father's love will be our sail.
3. Poems written for mother. A poem written for my mother.
Mom, for a long time
I just want to write a poem for you.
But I wrote it many times.
I haven't written it yet
Mom, I wrote this poem for you.
I don't know how to start.
I don't know how to end it.
I don't know what to write.
It's like slapping you hard when you were a child.
I don't know whether to accept it bravely.
Or should I choose to escape?
Mom, I thought of you again tonight.
I decided to write a poem for you.
Even if it's not well written
Even if you are far from home.
Never read ...
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he 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.
4. Open classification of ancient mother's day poems: literature, ancient poems The thread in the hands of Meng Jiao, the loving mother of Tang Yuefu, makes clothes for her 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?
Note: 1. Wanderer: A person who travels far away. 2, fear: worry.
3, inch grass: the metaphor is very small. 4. Sanchunhui: refers to the kindness of loving mothers.
Sanchun: Spring lasts for three months. Formerly known as Meng Chun in the first month of the lunar calendar, mid-spring in February and Ji Chun in March; Hui, sunshine; Describe maternal love as the warm sunshine in spring.
5. Yin said 6. Reward Translation: A kind mother holds a needle and thread in her hand to make new clothes for the children who travel far away. Before leaving, she was busy sewing for fear that the child would never come back.
Who can say that a little grass-like filial piety of a son can repay the kindness of a loving mother like Chunhui? About the author: Meng Jiao (75 1~8 14), a poet in the Tang Dynasty. Dongye was born in Wu Kang, Huzhou (now Deqing County, Zhejiang Province).
He lived in poverty in his early years and moved to Hubei, Hunan, Guangxi and other places. At the age of 46, he became a sergeant, and in the seventeenth year of Zhenyuan (80 1), he became a captain in Liyang.
In the early years of Yuanhe, Yinzheng Qing Yu, Henan Province, tried his best to help Lang Lang and settled in Luoyang for the land and water transportation in Henan. At the age of 64, he died of poverty and disease.
Meng Jiao was down and out all his life, and his career was frustrated. His personality is withdrawn and straightforward, and he refuses to follow the crowd. He wrote in "A Gift for Zheng Da": "Heaven and earth are full of people's thoughts, and they are eager to create a storm.
The article is very small, and I cut the image. "Fully demonstrated his creative thinking.
His poems are famous for five ancient sayings, and he does not copy ancient sayings or abuse allusions. They are good at painting rather than superficial and mediocre, sweeping away the light poetic style since Dali. His representative works, Complaining for Women, Feeling and Wounded Spring, reflect the reality of the times. "Weaving women's poems" and "lyric poems of people in cold areas" that express people's sufferings; Wanderer and apricot funeral, which show the love of human relations and the affection of flesh and blood; Describe natural scenery, such as "traveling with the twelve-member Wang of Liuxi" and "Shi Laishi".
Although the angles are different, they are all profound in thought and novel in writing, which embodies the characteristics of Meng Jiao's poems. Meng Jiao's works have been praised and criticized by different poetic circles.
Meng's poems are bitter, and both he and Jia Dao are famous for their bitter songs. Su Shi called them "suburban thin", so later theorists called them representatives of bitter poets. Meng Jiao's poems are a kind of "harmony style", and Li Zhao, a native of the Tang Dynasty, said in Tang Shi Supplement that "learning stimulates Meng Jiao too much".
Jiangxi Poetry School in Song Dynasty was also influenced by it. Song Qiumin, a poet in the Song Dynasty, catalogued Meng Dongye's poems, including 65,438+00 volumes, 565,438+065,438+0 poems, which were divided into four collections and four stores.
1959, People's Literature Publishing House published Hua Chen's Revision of Meng Dongye's Poems, with Meng Jiao's chronicle and memorial collection. Comment: This is an ode to maternal love.
This poem eulogizes the great beauty of human nature-maternal love. In the first two sentences of the poem, the person written is mother and son, and the thing written is thread and clothes, but it points out the love of flesh and blood between mother and son.
The two sentences in the middle focus on the actions and attitudes of loving the mother, showing the mother's deep affection for her son. Although there are no words and no tears, it is full of pure love, which is exciting and makes people cry.
The last two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences. Using the metaphor of popular image, we pinned our fervent feelings on this naked child. How can we repay our children like maternal love and grass in spring? With fresh, smooth, plain and plain language, the whole poem is full of rich and mellow poetry, which has touched the heartstrings of many readers for thousands of years and caused thousands of wanderers to sing. Meng Jiao was down and out all his life, and he didn't get the humble position of Liyang County Commandant until he was fifty years old.
Naturally, the poet didn't take such a small official to heart, and he still only looked at the scenery and sang hymns, but no one asked about his official duties. The county magistrate only gave him half a salary. Under this heading, the author notes that "Mu Ying Li Shang Zuo" is his work when he lived in Liyang.
In the poem, an ordinary and great beauty of human nature, maternal love, is sung affectionately and truly, which has aroused the admiration of countless readers and won popularity for thousands of years. Deep maternal love bathes children all the time.
However, for Meng Jiao, a wanderer who has been displaced all the year round, the most unforgettable moment is the painful moment of separation between mother and child. This poem describes the ordinary scene of loving mother sewing clothes at this time, but it shows the poet's deep feelings.
The first two sentences, "thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body", are actually two phrases, not two sentences. In this way, from people to things, the two most common things are highlighted, and the love of flesh and blood between mother and son is written. Then write two sentences about people's actions and attitudes, focusing on loving mothers.
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. In fact, the old man's heart is not eager for his son to return safely at an early date! The affection of loving mother is revealed in the most subtle places in daily life.
Simple and natural, kind and touching. There are neither words nor tears here, but a feeling of pure love overflows from this common scene, touching the heartstrings of every reader, making people cry and evoking the cordial associations and deep memories of children all over the world.
The last two sentences, based on the intuition of the parties, dig out the deep meaning of the next layer: "But how much affection there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays." Who said that? Some versions are Who knows and Who will, but it is best that Who said that according to the poem.
The poet's rhetorical question is particularly meaningful. These two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences, the contrast of popular images, and the warm affection for children: how can a child like grass repay his mother's love as rich as the sunshine in spring?
It really means "I want to repay kindness, I am very confused", and the feelings are so sincere and sincere. This is an ode to maternal love. The poet, frustrated in his official career, experienced a cold world and a sad life, so he felt the value of family more and more.
"Poetry is born from the heart, and sorrow should be the heart" (Su Shi's Reading Meng Jiao's Poems). Although this poem is not carved with algae paintings, it is fresh, smooth and unpretentious, which shows that its poetic flavor is rich and mellow.
This poem was written in Liyang. During the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, two Liyang people sang such a poem: "My father's book is full of baskets, and the car is still lingering" (Shi Qisheng's "Writing My arms"); "How many tears have I shed, how many hands have I dyed, and how many clothes have I sewed" (Peng Gui's "My little brother came to the capital and felt very happy"). Visible "wanderer".
5. Poems about Mother's Day: 1, poems of wandering sons, thread in the hands of loving mother Meng Jiao, making 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?
2, "Don't be an old mother" Zhong went to worship the mother river beam, worried about tears. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
3. Wang Song Anshi put her mother in the ditch and her family in the shade during the Tenth Five-Year Plan. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
4. "Arriving home at the end of the year" Qingjiang Shiquan loves his son endlessly and is happy to return to his hometown. 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.
5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Baijuyi's mother Biezi, son Biemu, crying 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. 6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen 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, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan Mian colorful daylily flowers, Luosheng Beitang. 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.
8. "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu was neither crazy nor crazy. He went to the palace to call a Taoist priest. The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn.
Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city. Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang.
It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position. Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood.
Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty? Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end.
It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies. Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts?
9. "Short Songs" is the day when Tang was born and came out. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill.
Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better. There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today.
People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. Short songs, no music.
10, "Answer to the Old Man in Zhou Bei" Zhang Tang said that the old man with negative salary went to Zhou Bei, and Wangbei Township was worried about his life. He said that the old man had three sons, all of whom had died in Huangsha.
Now that the child has just grown up, he will confess next year. Knowing this, we will fall apart and cannot live and die together.
Borrow a farm house from Wu next door, and then go to the countryside alone. It's even harder to have more children.
Recently, it is said that the Emperor advocates martial arts and vegetables, and Qiang Bing wants to be quiet. Ensuring border security is a long-term policy, so there is no need to expel China people.
6. Five sentences about maternal love 1. Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead sculpture and make it fresh and natural.
Mother is a high mountain, which embraces everything, nurtures our growth and strengthens our body and mind.
Mother is a big ship, carrying us to the sea, pursuing the mystery of life and exploring the magic of the world.
4. Motherly love is the eternal theme of human beings.
5. How intense, selfish and fanatical the maternal love is, it occupies our whole mind.
6. Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. With the children sipping, it is endless. As a result, the tears of children's laughter merged into the lingering of maternal love.
7. Motherly love is like a cup of fragrant tea, which brings us fragrance when we are hungry, hope when we are lost, warmth when we are cold, and directions when we are lost.
7. These five poems about mothers must be threads in the hands of a kind mother, poems about making clothes for her wayward son's body.
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. Diligence and thrift:
Weeding is at noon, weeding is at noon, and sweat drips down the soil. It's hard for anyone to see the Chinese food on the plate. 2, Zhu Jiaxun Zhu Sunrise, sweeping the court and standing, neat inside and outside. When you are unconscious, you will rest. If you close the door, you will behave well. A porridge and a meal, it is not easy to think about it. It is better to prepare for a rainy day than to dig a well when you are thirsty. Self-help must be frugal, and banquet guests must not stay overnight. The utensils are clean, wabi jinyu. A good diet is better than garden vegetables. Don't run fancy houses, don't seek fertile land.