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.
Famous sayings about maternal love:
1, Gonchard's famous saying: Motherly 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)
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 mother, and the best call is "mother". (Ji Bolun)
2. Motherly love poems: five poems written by Li Shangyin to send his mother home in modern times.
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!
Wang Anshi
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.
Mu Yi Niruizhuo
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!
Mo Xuantu Wang Mian
The first part Xuan Mo Tu
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.
The second part is Xuan Mo Tu.
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.
Who is Han Yu's son?
Who is not crazy, who is not crazy, who will go to the palace to call the 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 as if I'm here to deliver it?
Empty sikong rabbit
A mother failed to teach, and three yuan was sent to the kettle.
Shao Yunyun vulgar stop Yao color, Luan River low flying brush treasure furnace.
3. Five poems about maternal love: Meng Jiao Youzi, a thread in the hand of a loving mother, made clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed them carefully and repaired them thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his coming home. But how much love does an inch of grass have to pay for the sunshine? . I'm leaving. Mom, when I left, I had tears in my eyes and didn't look back. I dare not look back. I know that casual look back will make your casual eyes and bitter smile keep me. I know there must be a smile on your face, but your heart is crying. Mom knows, you just said: go, wait for the child to get tired, and mom will wait for you and me to go together. Mom, when I left, I dared not look back. You couldn't see me when I turned the maple grove in front of the door. You can't see me when the wet tears from Fenglin flow out of my heart. It's just, mom, I can't hold it any longer. Tears are as hard to stop as a thread. I turned back, mom, and I dared to turn back. Although tears can't see the loess, I know my mother. You looked at your son for a long time, and you didn't want to look back. How many times have you cried and shouted in your dreams, Mom, how many times have you seen me in your dreams? Mom, you gently stroked my crying wound with your warm hand. Oh, mom, I know, you have been standing behind me with encouraging eyes and waiting smile ... I know, mom, you have been standing behind me. Every time I dream back at midnight, there is always a voice: Go, the child is tired, mom, I can't verify your maternal love, but I am sure that with the arrival of a life, you have matured and landed. When a dog has just become a mother, please don't test its love, let alone shock the spider to feed its children with its body. This is how maternal love is born. It does not need to imitate and learn the tension of life, but it is legendary because of love. When the urchin dug out his mother's heart to play, he suddenly fell down and hit him hard in the heart. "Son, did you fall in pain?" This turned out to be the first sentence of the program "Motherly Love". When you stubbornly want to continue to operate evil deeds, the best deception is maternal love. You can easily cheat her. I really don't want to interpret these beautiful and moving greatness. In her deep symphony, there is a stupid melody "Be careful"-Mo Rou-Be careful. When you carefully pick the stars every day, when you fall off the ladder to catch the moon, be careful not to slip into the lake. Mom, you should carefully erect your wings and follow the rotation of the earth to follow the afterglow of the sun (you are walking on the slate road after work, ready to go home, cooking and washing clothes alone). Before the evening comes, mother: you should prepare dinner for my birth; You should dress me and put on soft armor hard shoes before I face the world naked. Mom, your shoes are neither too big nor too small. You must not forget my shame and ignorance (the note in the handbag says that the hospital will open tomorrow and take a deep breath, and then my husband will take your stomach to see the instrument or scalpel). Mom, you should be careful to give birth to me. My head will go through your waist. Your pain is petals scattered on the grass. Your pain and beauty are actually allowed to be trampled by tourists. Poor and careful: mother will leap over the clouds carefully (you know that female babies are not good. You are silent, knowing that you are still living in that ignorant age. Mom, beautiful young mother, I haven't learned to praise your language. I can only call you in one word: be careful, be careful and insert.
Motherly love has a kind of love, and you can feel her warmth no matter where you are. There is a kind of love, you can feel her heartbeat no matter you are in danger. You are happy, and she is happy. You are sad and she cries.
It's just that she never needs to cherish, but she never forgets.
4. Five modern maternal love poems ■ Poems dedicated to mothers
Author: Bing Xin
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.
Modern Poetry Praising Motherly Love
Paper boat-Bingxin
I never refuse 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 still fold every day and never give up.
I always hope that a person 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,
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.
Drying old clothes-(Qing) Zhou Shouchang
The robe is still there and the 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.
Bing Xin's Paper Boat
I never throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-save it.
Fold into a 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 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 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, please carry her love.
And sadness.
5. Who has five ancient poems about maternal love? Don't worry.
To worship the mother river beam,
Worry, watch.
On the tragic snowstorm night in Chai Men,
It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
Dry old clothes.
The robe is still there and the 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.
Send mom home.
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!
1. I love them. How can I get to know my parents? Children's language
The bald old mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt sleeves were broken. Han Yu
3. 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? [Tang] Meng Jiao
4. The baby is heavy in October, and the three students are rewarded lightly. 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
6. The mother is bitter and the mother is uneasy. Song of exhorting filial piety
7. My mother is one hundred years old and often reads until she is eighty. Song of exhorting filial piety
8. 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
9. The prodigal son respects his loving mother and doesn't feel cold. Song of exhorting filial piety
10. When the mother instrument hangs down, the pipe will be bright and the Wusu Night Station will be silent. Motto collection
1 1. In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over.
12. Mourn my parents and give birth to me. The Book of Songs
13. What's the point without mom and dad? The Book of Songs
14. The only unpolluted love in the world is maternal love. Strict words
15. When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is the partner of failure. zheng zhenduo
the song of the homeless
The midline of the loving mother's hand,
You get dressed.
Tight seam,
I'm afraid I will be late.
Who is careless,
Make three spring scenery.
Author background
Meng Jiao (75 1-8 14) was a poet in the Tang Dynasty. Dongye was born in Wu Kang, Huzhou (now Deqing, Zhejiang). When I was a teenager, I lived in Shan Hao, and Han Yu and I were good friends. I was poor all my life, and I didn't enter Jinshi until I was nearly 50 years old. Meng Jiao's poems are famous for their sharp voice, pursuit of strange ideas and thin language style, and expression of the lower class and their own poor life and experience. He is as famous as Jia Dao and is known as "a thin suburban island".
Annotation explanation
Wanderer: A person who travels far from home.
Italian fear: worry.
An inch of grass: grass. Inch grass heart: here refers to the heart of a wanderer.
Sanchunhui: the sunshine in spring. Here is a metaphor of maternal love. Three spring, early spring, middle spring and late spring refer to the whole spring. Light, sunshine.
Modern Translation of Ancient Poetry
Needle and thread in the hands of a loving mother, clothes on people who travel far from home. When traveling, I have to sew tightly, fearing that my son will come back late. Who says the grass's mind can repay the glory of spring?
Appreciation of famous sentences-"But how much love does an inch of grass have, and do you have three rays of spring?"
Meng Jiao was admitted to the Jinshi at the age of 50 and became a lieutenant of Liyang County. As a small official, he ended his long-term wandering life and lived with his mother. This poem was written at this time. The poem reveals the greatness of maternal love with a very ordinary and typical life detail: the old mother sewed the clothes for her son who was about to leave, and because she was worried that her son would not come back for a long time, she sewed them carefully, hoping that the more she sewed, the stronger she would be. The loving mother's deep love for her son was sewn into her clothes, and her son went all the way to Wan Li. This ordinary life scene, full of affection, has been experienced by each of us, so it can arouse every reader's * * * and arouse our memories and attachment to our mother. Motherly love is unrequited and inexhaustible for children, because it is as endless as the March sunshine feeding grass. Poetry is simple in picture, simple in language, profound in connotation and touching, so it can be widely read and passed down through the ages.
6. Who can help me find five poems about maternal love, five for each?
Make clothes for the body of her wayward son, and make clothes for the thread in the hands of a loving mother.
Fearing that it would delay his time to go home, she mended it carefully and thoroughly.
But how much love does an inch of grass have when it gets three spring rays?
Dry old clothes.
The robe is still there and the 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.
Bielaomu
To worship the mother river beam,
Worry, watch.
On the tragic snowstorm night in Chai Men,
At this time, having children is better than nothing.
Send mom home. "
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!
The Book of Songs Li Feng Kaifeng
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.
7. Five poems about maternal love in the starry spring water 1. creator
If in eternal life,
There is only one blissful promise,
I want to sincerely beg:
"I'm in my mother's arms,
Mom's on the boat,
The ship is at sea in the moonlight. "
2. Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hides in its nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms.
3. Mother
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,
Thank you for your love of dates in spring.
However, deep goodwill,
This finally silenced her.
Mom!
Were you that spring?
4. These things-
This is a memory that will never die;
In the moonlight garden,
Under the leaves of vines,
Mother's lap.
5. mom!
This fragmented article,
Can you have a look?
These words,
Before I go,
Hidden in your heart.
? Hope to adopt, thank you.
8. Fan Xin. Love poems in spring, five complete poems. 1. "There are stars in spring water" maternal love poems 1. Star 33: Mom! Put aside your sadness and let me sink into your arms. Only you are the destination of my soul.
2. Stars 159: Mom! 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. 3. "Stars" July 1 Day: These are memories that will never die; In the moonlight garden, under the leaves of vines, on my mother's lap.
4. "Stars" 72: Xishan! Farewell! I can't bear to leave you, but I miss my mother. 5. "Spring Water" 105: Creator-If my eternal life only has a promise of bliss, I will sincerely ask: "I am in my mother's arms, my mother is in a boat, and the boat is in the moonlight sea.
"6." Spring Water "108: Mom! Mammy shouldn't have lied to me. Who opened the door first? Where is the door that makes me sad? -You wiped the tears from my smile. -The wail of the beggar outside the building broke my heart from my sleep! She took my mother. She is no longer in the cradle. This is the first time I feel the emptiness of the world! 2. Extended information 1. Stars and Spring Water are two poems by Bing Xin, a famous modern female writer in China. They are all companion articles, all written by 1923 and first published in the supplement of Morning Post. Among them, the stars are composed of 164 short poems, which are springs.
2. Network link.
9. Five modern maternal love poems ■ Poems dedicated to mothers
Author: Bing Xin
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.
Modern Poetry Praising Motherly Love
Paper boat-Bingxin
I never refuse 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 still fold every day and never give up.
I always hope that a person 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,
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.
Drying old clothes-(Qing) Zhou Shouchang
The robe is still there and the 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.
Bing Xin's Paper Boat
I never throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-save it.
Fold into a 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 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 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, please carry her love.
And sadness.