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.
2. "Motherly Love" Yuan Yangweizhen
A loving mother loves her young, 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.
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 is coming,
I hid in my mother's arms.
The corn is ripe. mother
Ants are crawling all over every corner.
-This is the mother's finger.
Corn yellow into poetry
Mother is a miserable poet.
The season of reincarnation
Sweat and finished sweat products
Same as the lifeline price.
Years and faces
There is no carving of the scenery outside the mountain
Mother silently.
only
To discredit the originally indifferent tranquility.
mother
Looking at the fields alone
I'm thinking about my mother.
Mother is the best crop in the field.
A pear tree, to be exact.
The day after my father left.
Family ties turned yellow in the stubble field.
Strange weeds abandoned their homes.
The rainy season wet one dream after another.
Mother stood stubbornly in the garden.
My feet are deeply immersed in the loess.
A thin body in the wind and rain
Hold a heart all your life.
Time drives the seasons.
Time is engraved with annual rings.
The autumn wind passed by.
Kill my mother's life
I'm used to wandering around, wandering around
Every time I come home,
Tell my mother something far away.
She always listens carefully.
She couldn't bear to interrupt me.
every time
My eyes are always full of tears.
To mother.
Shake your light fingers in summer.
Start your beautiful festival.
Women's pride is fleeting.
The baby should be Yaotai Yu Xiang bone.
The voice of blessing is slowly rippling in the boundless sea.
You made me believe
Life is faint and fragrant.
Riyue Yiqiong Lou Qing Pill
Happy Zhu Yan Ye Xiang Lan
Stare with a happy low eyebrow.
Mom told me.
Don't forget to smile.
But we sigh
The nothingness of seventeen-year-old love
We sigh
People trapped in it
The rest is wasted years.
It's a broken, unbound heart.
however
Our place
Fairy tales that are constantly being written
Autumn fairy tales
In my mother's heart
No matter how good the moonlight is, it will inevitably bring some desolation.
Our purity
It's just a book of memories
I'm glad I can use it.
What mom didn't understand froze her thoughts.
then
let go
Feel the life given by mother.
That hand, that face
I tried to change the space I missed.
But I am
Just wandering at the tip of love
at present
I learned to draw closer with my thoughts.
Create motivation with your heart
Today's wish
Is to make mom's beautiful eyes
Spread the happiest smile in a thousand years.
Is to let that string of snow-covered goodbye
Re-appear
An oath blocked by a door
recur
mother
When it's cold
Think about mom.
Mom is not afraid of the cold.
The mother is afraid that the child will be cold.
Winter is coming.
Mother is wearing thin clothes.
Children sewing
Some warm cotton-padded clothes
Mom's hands are red.
Mom's lips are purple.
Mother always said
Not cold
Mother never goes near the stove.
The children gathered around the stove.
Mothers surround their children.
In childhood
I can't figure it out
at present
grow up
Only then did I know.
Mom is really not afraid of the cold.
I'm afraid my child is cold.
Write to mother
who is it?
who is it?
Put your hair
Become as white as frost
who is it?
who is it?
Put the vicissitudes of the world
Write all over your face
My wandering footprints
Walking on a strange road
Your tears
Also began to flow quietly.
The pace of my long journey
travel around the world
my heart
Wandering around you forever.
mother
Your tears are my sadness.
Your smile is my comfort.
Your love
Is the warmest language.
Makes me strong.
Your arm
It is the largest seaport.
Let me coquetry
I'm the one you can't leave behind
You are my eternal attachment in my heart.
Mom-you are the hometown of my life.
Night * Moon * Mother
The depth of the night
Pour endlessly
Drowned the noise of youth
The moon is bright.
Dirted by the quiet earth.
Complaining about customers' dreams
But a little soft and comfortable.
Catch the shadows of trees in the moonlight.
oneself
But first there was a mottled drunkenness.
Any soft heart
The breeze is blowing gently.
A soft heart was blown away.
Dust falling on memory.
Go back to the farmhouse with my mother and childhood.
Mother's delighted smile
Be permeated with kindness and happiness.
That's because of the wanderers in the distance.
return
Mother's delighted kindness and smile
Gradually spread
be unresolved/unsettled
Become full of heaven and earth
Bright moon
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