1. Poems about mothers (ten lines)
Poems in praise of mothers:
A loving mother does not love her children in return. 〖Han〗Liu An
A fetus in ten months is generous in kindness, but repayment in three lifetimes is light. "Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety"
A three-inch-foot-long baby has ten and eight years of merit. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"
The mother calls the child to lie down when he is dry, while the mother sleeps wet when the child poops. "Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety"
The mother is suffering and the child is not seen, the child is tired and the mother is uneasy. "Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety"
My mother is one hundred years old and she often prays to her eighty-year-old son. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"
The prodigal son does not feel the cold when the loving mother is in front of you. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"
A thousand loves, a thousand kindnesses, a hundred hardships, who knows my parents who love me? "Children's Talk"
The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, and rolled up the sleeves of her shirt. 〖Tang〗Han Yu
When the mother's instrument hangs down, it shines brightly on the tube, and in Wusu, the light shines silently on the night stand. "Collection of Proverbs"
The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are on the body of a wanderer. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light. 〖Tang〗 Meng Jiao
Meng’s mother used to choose a neighbor. If you don't learn, you will lose your chance. "Three Character Classic"
Mother is the first parent in the world; maternal love is the first love in the world. Ziyan
The only love in the world that has not been contaminated - that is maternal love. Zi Yan
When you are successful, everyone is a friend. But only the mother - she is the companion in failure. Zheng Zhenduo
I feel sorry for my parents, who worked hard to give birth to me. "The Book of Songs"
Who can be a parent without a father, and who can rely on a mother without a mother? "The Book of Songs"
The virtue of the father is the legacy of the son. The word Yan
Parents are of high moral character; their children are well-educated. "Couplet of Proverbs"
Don't be happy if you have children, but don't lament if you don't have children. 〖Tang〗Han Yu
People think that boys and girls are good, but they don’t know that boys and girls make people grow old. 〖Tang〗Wang Jian
Parents are the best in the world; brothers are the rarest people in the world. "Motto Lian Bi"
As a parent, the best thing in the world is; as a child, the best thing in the world is filial piety. "Proverbs Lian Bi"
My father gave birth to me, my mother bowed to me, caressed me, livestock me, grew me, nurtured me, cared for me and restored me. "The Book of Songs"
If the father is unkind, the son will be unfilial; if the elder brother is not friendly, the younger brother will be disrespectful; if the husband is unjust, the wife will be disobedient. 〖Southern and Northern Dynasties〗 Yan Zhitui
In life, there are no wise fathers and brothers, no strict teachers and friends outside, and few people can succeed. 〖Song Dynasty〗Lv Gong
What my parents want to do, I will continue to describe; what my parents value, I will be kind to them. "Proverbs Lian Bi"
In the eyes of parents, children are always a part of themselves, and children are an opportunity for their ideal self to come back again. Fei Xiaotong
Stopping and looking around, I became a prisoner of Chu. Sentiment arose from it, and tears choked my throat. My loving mother is seriously ill and wants to see a famous doctor. I'm in a hurry to pick up my car, but the sky won't spare me! If there is nothing to repay for maternal love, what more can you ask for in life! "Sending Mother Back to Hometown"
When Si'er was a young child, Gao Fei was carrying his mother on his back. My parents thought about it then, but you should know it today. Selections from Bai Juyi's "Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"
The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, and rolled up the broken sleeves of her shirt. Selected from Han Yu's "Whose Son"
The mother was sent to Han Valley, leaving Bai Han Yin at home. When the moon comes out and Du Yu is heard, the north and the south are always concerned. Wang Anshi's "Fifteenth"
I bowed to my mother, Heliang, and I was so worried that my eyes dried up with tears. It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time. "Farewell Old Mother" by Huang Jingren
My love for my son is endless, and I will be happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are freshly inked. When I met, I felt pity for my thin body, and I called my son to ask about my hardships. I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust. Jiang Shiquan's "Arrived Home at the End of the Year"
Clothes are wet with tears of reed flowers due to frost, and the old man no longer leans on the wood door. During the yellow plum rain last May, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice. Yu Gong's "Thinking of My Mother"
The river is difficult to navigate, so I can't cross it. I don't know whether it is safe or not. In the dark, I shed tears of missing my dear ones, I only fear that I will shed more tears of missing my children! Ni Ruixuan's "Remembering the Mother" 2. Verses starting with "Yes". Please ask for verses starting with "Mo"
There are many verses starting with "Yes". Here are ten verses:
1. There is a true master who rises and falls with him. "Twenty-Four Poems"
2. The curtains are scrambling for the scrolls. Whose orchestra can't move, and the world is full of joy. "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Appreciating the Mid-Autumn Moon"
3. It's my fate. Don't blame slaves for being lucky. "Beautiful Lips·I Have Never Been"
4. Whether it is kindness or resentment, it has no nature, and the soul is hazy in Mingxiang's memory. "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai"
5. This is the majesty of Qi, which will last forever. "Song of Righteousness"
6. His painting skills are also divine. In the same way, spring will win the speed. "The Moon on the West River·Three Levels of Rising Waves"
7. It is rich and noble, and the sky is full of glory. "Manjianghong·Qushui Orchid Pavilion"
8. It is Yanliu Pleiades, the light has reappeared, Jiangren Jiazi, four hundred new awards.
9. It is the purple sac and the yin, the red flags are virtuous, the mountains are beautiful, and the mountains and mountains are virtuous.
10. Who cares and protects the branches and seals the green moss.
"Nian Nujiao·Who cares for you"
There are no poems starting with "Mom", but there are ancient poems praising mother's love as follows:
1. Wandering Son's Song of Tang and Meng Jiao
The thread in a loving mother's hand, the clothes on a wanderer's body.
Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three springs.
2. "Farewell to My Mother" by Huang Zhongze of the Qing Dynasty
Pulling up the curtains to pay homage to my mother and going to the river beam, I will be worried for a long time and my eyes will dry up with tears.
It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time.
3. "Tenth Five Years" King Anshi of the Song Dynasty
He sent his mother to Han ditch and left Bai Hanyin at home.
When I heard about Du Yu in the bright moon, the north and the south were always concerned.
4. "Arrived Home at the End of the Year" by Jiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty
My love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home.
The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are fresh with ink marks.
When we meet, I pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships.
I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust.
5. "Mother Farewell Son" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Mother bids farewell to son, son bids farewell to mother, crying bitterly in the dark of day.
6. "Motherly Love" by Yang Weizhen of the Yuan Dynasty
A loving mother loves her young, and Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince.
7. "Mo Xuan Tu" by Wang Mian of the Yuan Dynasty
The loving mother leans on the door with love, and the wanderer suffers on the road.
8. "Whose Son" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, and rolled up the sleeves of her shirt and left them in place.
The above is for reference only. 3. Looking for an opening paragraph about maternal love
Maternal love is like a gentle wind that blows away the falling snow and brings endless spring. Maternal love is the laughter that accompanies a lifetime, maternal love is the longing that wanders to the end of the world, maternal love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sick beds, and maternal love is the earnest expectation of children's growth. When I think of my mother, my low ambition will turn into high spirits; when I think of my mother, my wasted years will turn into great enthusiasm; when I think of my mother, the wandering wanderer will start to wish to return home; when I think of her mother, the wandering and helpless people will The soul has found its home. Maternal love is also an eternal theme in literature and music. When literati use maternal love as their theme, the articles they write are nourishing and informative; when musicians use maternal love as their theme, the tunes they play will be soft and beautiful, with a lingering aftertaste. Time is like water, and the years are fleeting, and the years fade away like water. How many memories we have, but we never change our longing for our mother. The orioles return to the swallows, spring passes and autumn comes, the face is getting older and the hair is as white as snow. Children grow up day by day, but mothers age day by day. When the children see their white-haired mother in the high hall, they will fall into their mother's arms and burst into tears!
Mother's love is great and selfless. It is immersed in all things and fills the world. Maternal love is the ultimate destination for wanderers in the world. It is a clear spring that moisturizes the souls of children. It accompanies the children's sips and sips, and is continuous and continuous. Therefore, the lingering maternal love is integrated into the laughter and tears of the children. Maternal love is like an idyllic poem, remote and pure, elegant and light; maternal love is like a landscape painting, which washes away the lead and carvings, leaving fresh and natural; maternal love is the laughter that accompanies you throughout your life, and maternal love is the longing that wanders around the world.
Mother is a big ship that carries us to the sea to pursue the mystery of life and explore the magic of the world. Mother is a mountain that contains all things: nourishing us to grow and strengthening our body and mind. Mother is a moving song: taking us around, using her beautiful tune to sing the history of the motherland. Mother is a ray of spring breeze, blowing all things in the world: her graceful steps bring vitality. Life. Mother is the spring rain, nourishing all things on the earth! 4. The beginning and end of maternal love (must be original)
Sentences about the beginning and end of maternal love
1
,
Beginning: Maternal love is like warm tea in spring, ice water in summer, chrysanthemums in autumn,
The warm sun in winter,
But I say maternal love is the endless sea,
Soothe our hearts.
Ending:
"The white sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold."
Mom, I believe,
As long as you are there With this love, winter is no longer cold and the dark nights are no longer long.
2
,
Beginning: There is a sea, that is the mother's mind,
There is a pure land, that is the mother< /p>
In the face of that familiar and friendly face, you will often see your mother’s tearful smile.
Ending: And I just want to tell all my friends: There is a person who is using her love garden
to plant your sweet dishes, and is using her hard life to cultivate your sweet dishes.
In exchange for your ticket to happiness, even if
she is accompanied by loneliness, her kind face still has a tearful smile
... …
3
,
Beginning:
Motherly love is a long road,
No matter you Wherever you go,
She will extend with you,
Smoothly,
That long concern,
That sincere advice,
Give you some guidance,
Protect you all the way;
Maternal love is a high mountain,
No matter what you have No matter how difficult it is,
she always relies on the barrier,
that tall
body, to protect you from wind and rain, making you feel at ease.
Ending: May mothers in the world never forget to leave a portion of love for themselves, and may all children in the world never forget to repay maternal love with a strong fragrance.
4
,
Beginning: Maternal love is a deep pool,
No matter how many disputes there are in the family,
She is always tolerant
She tolerates all rivers, silently tolerates, her magnanimity, and her full character make the family harmonious
Calm and calm.
Ending: Mother's love is eternal. No matter how it is eroded by wind and rain, it will always be perfect.
It will never fade;
Mother's love is simple, and it will always be intact. The heart is as clear as water,
authentic;
Mother's love is persistent
No matter how bitter the fate is, she always pours out her heart and never Discount. 5. A poem about mother, starting with: When I was a child, it ended as if my mother was in the cemetery
The title is nostalgia by the author Yu Guangzhong
When I was a child,
Nostalgia is A small stamp,
I am at this end,
Mother is at the other end.
When I grow up,
Nostalgia is a narrow ticket,
I am here,
The bride is there head.
Later,
Nostalgia is a short grave,
I am outside,
Mother is inside.
And now,
Nostalgia is like a shallow strait,
I am at this end,
The mainland is at the other end.
English translation
When I was young,
my homesickness was a small stamp,
I was here,
my mother was there.
After growing up,
my homesickness was a narrow ticket,
I was here,
my bride was there.
Later,
my homesickness was a little tomb,
I was outside,
my mother was inside.
And now,
my homesickness is a shallow strait,
I am here,
the mainland is there. 6 .Sentences starting with maternal love
Netizens, please accept my question! ! ! The lingering affection in the rain has started to rain, and I think of you again, Mom, and that incident on the rainy day... I just want to say apologetically to you: "Mom, I'm sorry!" It's time for sketching class on Sunday, you He came all the way from class to see me off.
But God was not kind to us, and it suddenly started raining. You pedaled the bicycle hard, and heavy raindrops fell on your face, clothes, and glasses. Sweat slipped silently from your face. You didn't bother to wipe it off and continued to ride hard.
I moved my umbrella closer to you, but you said with concern: "Don't give me a shot. You just had diarrhea yesterday. Don't catch a cold again." I was speechless. I had no choice but to keep holding the umbrella over me.
When I arrived at school, I saw no one around, and I began to panic: Don’t miss class today! My mother even gave up taking a nap in class in order to see me off, but if she still has to send me home now, wouldn’t she be making trouble? I quickly jumped out of the car and asked the gatekeeper. After asking, I felt like a thunderbolt struck me, and I almost had a heart attack.
Too bad, there are no classes today! I walked up to you and whispered hesitantly: "I'm sorry, Mom, there is no sketching class today." You still looked pleasant after hearing this, thought for a moment, nodded the tip of my nose amiably and said: "I knew there might not be a class today. But I'm afraid that class will delay your study, little fool.
I'll take you home! I quickly said, "Mom, don't you still have to go to work?" I'll walk back by myself. You said with a smile: "You are a child going home by yourself. As a parent, can I rest assured?" Get in the car quickly! "I got in the car as instructed.
Along the way, the road was sometimes flat and sometimes bumpy. I felt very guilty for some reason and felt sorry for my mother. But my mouth felt like it was covered with strong glue. I couldn't open it, and even if I opened it, no sound could come out of my throat.
When I got home, I stood at the door of the building, watching your retreating figure disappear completely in the mist. I suddenly realized how great you are... Another article is: Unforgettable fire. Fire has beautiful colors, but it is also scary. But in the face of fire, my mother is not afraid.
One morning, I woke up and found that the door and corridor walls of my house were dark, and there was a faint smell of burning in the air.
I was shocked when I passed by my neighbor. My mother and I learned what happened last night. Last night, the electric switch on the first floor suddenly stopped and sparks broke out. After a while, the fire started burning wildly. The smoke was billowing.
The fire truck came, knocking on doors and evacuating people. At this time, my mother also woke up. When he found out that there was a fire outside, his first reaction was to wake me up from my deep sleep. .
But because I had just finished my dance class, I fell into a deep sleep. No matter how much I screamed or pushed, my mother couldn’t wake me up.
I ran, but I was too heavy and it was far beyond what my mother could bear. So, my mother made up her mind not to run away, so she stayed with me until she got wet. A towel was used to cover my mouth and nose. My mother held me like this without any fear of death.
Fortunately, the firefighters saved the situation at the critical moment. The fire was put out, and my mother and I were saved! My mother calmly described the composition, as if she didn't take the fire seriously at all. But at this time, I couldn't stand it anymore, and my tears were blurring.
In an instant, I felt a warm feeling flowing in my heart. What power can make my mother not flinch in front of the raging fire? My mother faced the danger of death and faced the fire? I think this may be motherly love. It is simple but tearful. There is a saying that blood is thicker than water.
The power of motherly love is great. It makes my mother not afraid of danger. In fact, my mother could have put me down and escaped alone.
But she did not let her hug me in a life-or-death emergency. Hold me and give me strength.
Escape is human instinct, but it can only surrender in the face of selfless maternal love.
"Mom is the only one who is good in the world." This is true. When you are injured or in danger, your mother will open her arms and give you strength and warmth. No fear, maybe this is due to the deep maternal love! Once upon a time, I looked up at my young face and said to my mother: "I want to travel around the world with my singing."
My mother just smiled and said nothing, standing alone in the wind, thoughtfully I looked at the white dandelions flying in the sky. My mother told me that she knew that my dream was far away, and that the farthest star in the sky would always be the destination I sought.
She said she would always support me. At that time, I only vaguely felt my mother's understanding of me, but my youth and ignorance at that time made me never aware of the reluctance and pity my mother expressed when she spoke.
Time has lengthened my figure, and when I grew up, I re-examined everything about my mother: when the sun dispersed the twilight of the night, when the setting sun was swallowed up by the hazy horizon, my mother was carrying farm tools on her back. Walking quickly on the path in the field, neither light nor darkness could stop her steps; when the sky was full of stars and my classmates and I were playing and chasing each other under the moon, my mother was weaving her love into my body stitch by stitch. In the sweater; when I was wearing a warm down jacket and chatting and laughing by the stove on a cold winter day, my mother was scrubbing the clothes in the cold water with her swollen hands;... So, my heart was deeply touched and was heavily The ground hurt, and at this moment, I began to wonder, are my dreams still far away? Can I still travel around the world with my singing calmly? "grateful"! Rational thought speaks to me. However, should I stay with my mother and let her enjoy family happiness? Or should you carve out your own world first and let your mother enjoy the rest of her life? The morning sun has slowly risen, and it's a new day.
I reorganized my thoughts and asked rationally: "You don't have a strong arm, how can you repay your kindness? You don't have the ability to survive, so how dare you repay your kindness? You don't have any capital, how can you repay your mother's kindness... ? "I still can't let go. I feel ashamed that I didn't know how to repay kindness when I was young. I am even more confused now that I know how to repay kindness but don't know how to be grateful. At this time, my mother said that she wanted me.