Motherly love is selfless, and she never asks for anything in return; Maternal love is fine, just like her fine stitches. 7 ancient poems about maternal love, feel deep affection! 1
Jiang Shiquan
loves his son endlessly, and he is happy to be home.
A cold coat has a dense needle and thread, but a letter from home has a new ink mark.
I feel pity and thin when I meet you, and I ask you questions.
I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
A mother's love for her son is endless. Happily, I got home in time this time. The cold clothes on her body are still in good condition because her mother sewed them very carefully. Last time I wrote home, the ink seems to be still wet. As soon as I met my mother, I was distressed that I had lost weight again, and she called me around to ask questions. My heart is full of ups and downs, and I am ashamed that I have not fulfilled my filial piety, and I dare not sigh the hard work of making a living outside. 2
Qing Wang Wengui
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The white clouds and mangroves can be moved, and the mountains and valleys are like build house.
basket, small box. The clothes on your body are the hard work of a loving mother, and the letters in the box are the precious feelings of old friends.
The Book of Songs, Xiaoya, Guo E
I am a Guo Guo, and I am a bandit. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.
I'm a loser, but I'm a thief. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.
it's a shame to run out of bottles. It is better to die for a long time than to live with fresh people.
what if you don't have a father? What can I do without my mother? If you go out, you will get a shirt, but if you go in, you will be exhausted.
This poem is about a son who has worked hard in a foreign country, describing his son's mourning for his parents' kindness. Its content is touching and sad, and it is called "the masterpiece of filial piety through the ages".
Poems of Sorrow and Indignation
Han Cai Wenji misses his parents and laments the infinite.
it's always a pleasure to hear that there are guests from outside.
when you ask for his news, you don't need to go back to your hometown.
I wish when I meet you, and my flesh and blood will welcome me. Seven Sorrow Poems
Han Wang Can
There are hungry women on the road, holding their children and abandoning the grass.
Gu Wen wailed and waved his tears, but he didn't return them.
how can you finish two things if you don't know where you die?
there are hungry women on the road.
Gu Wen wailed and waved his tears, but he didn't return them.
Meng Jiao
the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy.
carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, dreading the delays that will keep him late from home.
but how much love has the inch-long grass, won the third spring festival.
It is a very common scene in life for a mother to sew clothes for her son, but the poet saw her deep love from that stitch. "beginning of spring Day"
Yu Qian
came last year with new hair, and hurried back to spring.
shut the bottom of the river and leave the guests empty? Time is merciless and does not lend.
one inch of red heart is devoted to serving the country, and two lines of tears are devoted to homesickness.
I'm lonely, intense and difficult to amuse myself, and I'm full of five spices.