When I was a child, I was weak and sick, and I couldn't be idle when I cried.
The child has something to do, and he talks to the child vaguely in his dream.
Stay in Dongfang Bai at night and sleep gently during the day.
(2) Motherly love is the purest in the world, and blood is flesh and blood.
Today's children have no dreams. They are worried about the moon and stars.
Needle and thread are warm, and rice soup is bitter.
All the way forward to find joy, all the way without stopping to remember.
(3) The grace of educating people is not forgotten, and the mother hurts the child.
When you are tired, you think about your child's troubles and pick up your arms freely.
Breast milk is sweet, full and sleepy.
Parents have tasted the hardships of the world and have complaints about raising children.
2, seven methods, maternal love [contemporary] Liu (the second rhyme Mi Xun "Send Zhao Twenty-one Guan Hanqing to greet the bride") If this life is difficult, maternal love is like heaven without borders.
The sun and the moon lead the way and the stars are full of love.
The pale and distant happy world of Myanmar, Ai Rui became an ode.
Although I have reached the sky, I still feel pity all the time.
Attached to the Song Dynasty poet Xun's "Send Zhao Twenty-one Guan Han to an independent middle school (mother died for 30 years) to get married", he is proud of his difficulties and travels along the Shu River.
Kind words are heard before they worship the heart.
Newly made clothes are embroidered with brocade and rain dew stationery is reissued.
Looking back on thirty years of hate, I wish my son had mother's pity.
3, seven laws, maternal love [contemporary] Duan Zhifeng does not ask for anything in return, hard work, dedication, selflessness, kindness and beauty.
Get up early and have children in the dark, while Dai Yue wears stars to raise children.
Sharp-eyed people can sew coats and skirts skillfully and skillfully.
Every inch of grass should be remembered forever, like a mountain of maternal love.
4, seven laws, mother, eight poems [contemporary] Who is the hymn of Chi Bochong (1) mother? Your kindness to your mother is hard to repay.
It is not easy to conceive in October, and it is even harder to suffer for a lifetime.
Do your best for your children, even if you cut your stomach with a knife and a gun.
A heavy burden is on the shoulders, and the road is long, and it is difficult to persist.
(2) I remember my mother's family was poor, and when she was young, she burst into tears.
Stealing seedlings in the field is practice, and cooking is not as hungry as rice.
A hundred miles of falling flowers meet summer rain, and a stream of water bears spring glow.
How helpless the day lilies are looking at the frosty sky, the clouds and the return of their children.
(3) Dedicated to the mother who can remember the lullaby, the white-haired old mother.
The unique rivers and lakes have become a bubble, only because the children are too poor.
After three busy summers, I miss my children and grandchildren and look forward to the arrival of spring.
Serving people with virtue, mountain villages and towns are good neighbors.
(4) Mother's Day, when spring comes, the climate in Jiangnan is suitable in early summer.
Milk swallows learn to fly through the twilight, and young crops twist and bathe in the morning light.
Let a hundred flowers blossom and you will know that the wind is warm and everything is full of vitality.
A piece of filial piety wanders, and every grass and tree reports the mystery.
(5) Send the mother spring to sunset, and the day lily is cold and autumn frost.
Running water all the way to the island, floating clouds look at the villa.
On the way, I suddenly opened my eyes. I vaguely missed my mother in my dream.
Ru Yan grew up, left the old house and sent the fish and geese back to their hometown.
(6) Grateful mothers feel their parents on the road of life. Undoubtedly, maternal love is true on earth.
How comfortable the cradle is, how difficult it is to be around.
Lambs are cherished by nursing mothers, and the shadow of suckling pharynx clings to the skin.
Hemerocallis are stained white by frost, and the wind and rain are repeated.
Write to my mother. I didn't know in my last life. My mother gave me this life.
Regardless of the unpredictable clouds in the sky, the roads on the earth are uneven at this point.
Appreciating spring is always shining, and optimism is gradually budding.
Who knows how difficult the mysterious room is, the five compatriots always practice.
(8) Mother's eightieth birthday sunset shines obliquely on Qinglong's face, and day lily frost turns old.
He Shou is 80 years old and smokes three times a day.
My heart is like a mirror, my children are filial, and my mouth is like rain.
The vastness of a river in eastern Sichuan has passed away, and there are thousands of mother-in-law articles in my chest.
5, so the clothes [Song] Lin Jingxi out of the clothes, winding weft sound four walls.
In the past, a loving mother's lines were written by hand.
I will wander in my heart as soon as possible, and I will be disappointed.
The water has gone without returning, and the lonely cloud has no trace.
The empty clothes shed tears.
Clothes make a fool of yourself, but mother's kindness lasts forever.
How can you report spring when nothing grows beside you?
When I face the cold, I can't bear to wear it.
Go back to your hiding place and send frost and dew forever.
6, send the title Wang Answer Chuntang [Song] Zhao Wei Tiande is indescribable, and he is in Sanchun.
I can't repay my mother's kindness. I love her all my life.
Shi, build a church to serve his relatives.
Orchids are planted in front of the hall, and Yun Xiu is planted behind the hall.
Fierce Qing dynasty banned martial arts, and rural governors had a new chapter.
She is kind in daily life, and she preaches Ren Huang in a plain way.
That is a distant book, which is comforting and makes people laugh.
I passed the sea and fainted in the morning.
There have been many clocks, but they are not precious.
Please make me a gentleman.