( 1)
Your greatness has condensed my flesh and blood.
Your greatness has shaped my soul
Your life is a journey of love
You use beautiful annual rings
Weave calendars with fragrant ink.
I spend every year in your love.
Play with your shoulders and knees.
(2)
You are a big tree.
Spring depends on your fantasy.
Summer depends on your prosperity.
Autumn depends on your maturity.
Rely on your meditation in winter
Your tall and wide crown ~
Let the fields never be barren.
Mom, you gave me life.
You are the land where I grew up.
(3)
When you are sad, you will be comforted.
When you are depressed, you hope.
When you are weak, you are strength.
Take shelter from the wind and rain in your little bay
You have broadened my horizons.
You are my best friend forever and the driving force of life.
(4)
You lean over and guard with love and caution.
You show your clever mind to your heart's content
Your exuberant energy and bright smile.
Your boiling blood keeps flowing.
(5)
Let me immerse myself in your joy.
Let me enjoy your warmth.
Let me be intoxicated in your arms
Let me snuggle up in your arms
(6)
There are faint poems in the long clouds.
There is continuous love in a faint poem.
There is affection in constant love.
Affectionate and meaningful.
(7)
If mother is rain, then I am a rainbow after rain.
If my mother is the moon, then I am the star holding the moon.
Mother is the foundation of my growth.
I am my mother's ideal fruit.
the song of the homeless
Author: Meng Jiao
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.
Grass can't repay the kindness of warm sun.
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 aging figure,
Although the morning light cuts dreams 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 my memory will disappear,
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried out to you for a thorn,
Now that I'm wearing a police uniform, 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 gift 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 rapids, not waterfalls,
It is an ancient well that can't sing among flowers and trees.
2. Poems about loving your mother.
-Send Mother Bing Xin
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 am still not discouraged, folding every day,
I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
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.
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
In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over. Fei Xiaotong
the song of the homeless
(Tang) Meng Jiao
The midline of the loving mother's hand,
You get dressed.
Close and close the seam,
I'm afraid I will be late.
Who is careless,
Make three spring scenery.
3. Poems about loving mothers' songs of exhortation to filial piety
Confucius wrote the Book of Filial Piety, which belongs to virtue.
Parents work hard, especially mothers.
The baby is underage and was pregnant with his mother's stomach in 10.
Longing for mother's blood, longing for mother's meat.
The baby will be born and the mother will be in prison.
I'm afraid I'll become a ghost after giving birth.
Once the children meet, the mother will be happy to continue.
If love is a treasure, it is diligence in bowing day and night.
The mother lies on the wet mat and the child sleeps on the dry bedding.
The child was sleeping soundly, but the mother was afraid to stretch.
Dirty children don't stink, and sick children are willing to atone.
Children should be able to walk and behave in a worrying way.
Breast-feeding for three years consumes thousands of feet.
Children should be able to eat and drink, save their mouths and postures.
I've tried. I'm fifteen or sixteen.
Wisdom fears fatigue, but stupidity worries.
Well, praise first, then educate.
Before the child came back, he leaned against the door and followed the candle.
Children walk Wan Li Road, but their hearts walk Wan Li Road.
Filial piety is a matter of course, and unfilial is not as good as poultry.
4. My mother's Mongolian lyrics are not Mongolian. How about Chinese food?
My mother's lyrics
[My mother]
Singer: Deyang Zhuo Ma.
On the misty land
I came into this world from your arms.
In my young mind
You gave me hope for life.
When I look up to my hometown,
Your figure flashed in the distance.
When I see geese flying far away
I just want to call you.
Call you, my mother.
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Prairie songs float between heaven and earth, vast and far-reaching!
Moved here from the original pure land!
Teana originates from the call of native land!
The most beautiful mezzo-soprano in the world, intoxicated by you! )
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On the sunny Yuan Ye.
You regard me as your ideal.
In my life journey,
Bear the hardships of the world.
When I look up to my hometown,
Your figure trembled in tears.
When I see geese flying far away
I just want to call you.
5. Poetry about maternal love: A loving mother loves her son, expecting 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 exhorting filial piety
I didn't know my parents when I loved them. "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. A set of maxims, thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother, makes clothes for her wayward son'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 used to live in and chose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. Three Character Classic
Paper boat (for mom) Bing Xin I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper. I always keep it-keep it, fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea. Some were blown into the ship's window 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 person can only flow where I want him to go. Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home.
Wandering in Meng Jiao
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?
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, not picky about looks.
Motherly love, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Motherly love is noble and great.
Motherly love, infinite loyalty
Whether you are peaceful or uneasy.
Whether you fail or succeed,
Motherly love, you failed and succeeded.
Motherly love is everywhere.
She, accompany you through life.
It was she who released the dragons and phoenixes on earth.
It's her, Changhong, who made the day.
Don't understand maternal love
You have lost the meaning of life.
Forget maternal love
High-ranking officials are generous, and the blood is cold and the body is weak.
A mother fell into poverty.
Why does one side miss peace?
Dot bright colors with our hands.
Measure overall prosperity with love.
Caring for mother is also the sublimation and purification of you and me.
Try to dry your tears for your mother and enjoy the splendor!
6. Poems about maternal love The poems about maternal love are as follows:
1. The prodigal son of 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?
Translation:
The kind mother is holding a needle and thread in her hand, making new clothes for the children who are going on a long trip. Before leaving, he sewed the needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who said that a weak and filial person can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
Creative background:
The Wandering Son was written by Meng Jiao of Liyang. The author was homeless in his early years and did not become a magistrate of Liyang County until he was 50 years old. After years of wandering, he lives with his mother. This poet, who has experienced the cold world, cherishes his family more, so he wrote this touching poem to praise his mother.
2. Figure 1 of Xuan Mo by Wang Mian in Yuan Dynasty.
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.
Translation:
Brilliant daylily was born under the North Hall. The south wind blows the day lily, swaying for whom to confide fragrance? A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's hard for a wanderer to travel far away! The support for parents is alienated every day, and the news of children is not reached every day. Looking up at a cloud forest, I am ashamed to hear the sound of the birds, and I still miss it.
Wang Mian
Wang Mian, a poet, writer, calligrapher and painter in Yuan Dynasty, was born in Zhuji, Zhejiang. Born in a farmhouse. He lost his father when he was young, herded cattle in the Qin family, painted lotus flowers every day, and studied under the ever-burning lamp of the temple at night. He is knowledgeable, poetic and green. Living in seclusion in Jiulishan, selling paintings for a living. Plum blossom painting takes rouge as the plum blossom bone, or the flowers are dense and numerous, which has a unique style and is also good at writing bamboo stones. He can also carve and use Elaeagnus as printing material. According to legend, he initiated it. He is the author of Zhu Zhai Ji and Poem Inscription.
7. A poem about maternal love 1 "Arriving home at the end of the year"
Jiang shiquan
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.
I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
2. "Autumn in the same season, my brother returns to Li Eryun"
Wang wengui
The clothes are embroidered with hardworking and loving mothers, and the books of old friends are treasured in the basket.
White clouds and mangroves can move, and thousands of valleys and peaks will be built in houses.
3. The Book of Songs, Xiaoya, Ge E
It's me, Polygonum hydropiper. Artemisia argyi is a bandit. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.
I am a loser, but I am a thief. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.
It is a pity that the bottle is used up. It is better to die for a long time than to live with fresh people.
What if there is no father? What can I do without my mother? Get a shirt when you go out, and you're exhausted when you go in.
4. Poems of sadness and anger
Wenji Cai
I miss my parents when I feel it, and lament the infinite.
It's always nice to hear that there are guests from outside.
Welcome to ask about him. You need to reply to the village.
I hope that when I meet you, my flesh and blood will meet me.
5. Seven Wounded Poems
RoyceWong
There was a hungry woman on the road, holding her child in her arms and leaving the grass.
Wen Gu wailed and wept alone.
I don't know where I'm going to die, so how do I end it?
There was a hungry woman on the road, holding her child in her arms and leaving the grass.
Wen Gu wailed and wept alone.
6. The Wandering Son
Meng Jiao
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?
7. beginning of spring
Yu Qian
Last year, my hair grew new, and I hurried to welcome spring again.
Close the bottom of the river and leave the guests empty? Time is merciless and never lends.
One inch of red heart is a picture of serving the country, and two lines of tears are homesick.
Lonely and intense, it is difficult to entertain, and the golden plate is full of spices.
8. The poem about maternal love is 1. Children worry about their mothers all the way, and mothers worry about their children all the way.
Mother wants to kowtow in her eyes, and tears flow in her eyes.
2. loving mother's online,
Making clothes for her wayward son,
She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.
But how much love does an inch of grass have,
Make three spring scenery.
3. 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
Yesterday, Meng Mu chose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. Three Character Classic
9. Two poems about maternal love
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
well-known saying
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 mothers. (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)
A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child not be sweet when sleeping in it? (Hugo)
The sweetest word a person's lips can utter is mom, and the most beautiful call is "mom". (Ji Bolun)
Motherly love is the greatest power in the world. (Mill)
When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is a partner in failure. (Zheng Zhenduo)
10 maternal love is so strong, selfish and fanatical that it occupies the feelings of our whole soul. (Duncan)
How similar mothers all over the world are! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart. (Whitman)
12 All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. (Gorky)
13 One of the most beautiful things in life is maternal love, which is selfless love and dwarfs morality. (Japan)
14 Mom, wherever you are, there is the happiest place (UK)
Motherly love is the greatest power in the world (Mill)
16 Everything else in the world is fake and empty, only the mother is real, eternal and immortal. (India)
In memory of 17' s mother! Dearest lover, you are all my happiness and friendship. (France)
18 how strong, selfish and fanatical maternal love is that it occupies our whole mind (Duncan)
19 In the child's mouth and heart, the mother is God. (UK)
Maternal love is the most beautiful of human emotions, because it is not mixed with luck (France)
2 1 Women are fragile, but mothers are strong (France)
Without the help of selfless maternal love, the child's mind will be a desert. (UK)
Paper boat (for mom) Bing Xin I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper. I always keep it-keep it, fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea. Some were blown into the ship's window 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 person can only flow where I want him to go. Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home.
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