What are the poems about great maternal love 1? What are the poems praising great maternal love?
1, The Wandering Sons
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
2, "Don't be an old mother" Huang Qing Zhongze
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
3. Wang Anshi of Song Dynasty in the Tenth Five-Year Plan
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
4. "Arriving home at the end of the year" Qingjiang 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.
5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Bai Juyi
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.
6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen
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.
There is no six-foot orphan under the knee, and a Zhao is not born in May.
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.
7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan noodles
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.
8. "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu
Who is not crazy, who is not crazy, who will go to the palace to call the Taoist priest?
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn.
Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city.
Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang.
It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position.
Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood.
Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty?
Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end.
It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies.
Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts?
9, "Short Songs" Tang
When a person is born, he rises at dawn. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill.
Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better.
There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today.
People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.
Short songs, no music.
10, Tang's answer to the elderly in Daibei House
The old man with a negative salary went to Zhou Bei. He looked at Wang Bei's hometown.
He said that the old man had three sons, all of whom had died in Huangsha.
Now that the child has just grown up, he will confess next year.
Knowing this, we will fall apart and cannot live and die together.
Borrow a farm house from Wu next door, and then go to the countryside alone.
It's even harder to have more children.
Recently, it is said that the Emperor advocates martial arts and vegetables, and Qiang Bing wants to be quiet.
Ensuring border security is a long-term policy, so there is no need to expel China people.
1 1, "night shift" Tang
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.
12, Buxu Tang Sikong Map
A mother failed to teach, and three yuan was sent to the kettle.
Shao Yunyun vulgar stop Yao color, Luan River low flying brush treasure furnace.
13, Tang, send Zhang to Jingzhou to learn from the scriptures.
In the colorful fifteenth year, before trying to be a loving mother. Lian Xiao paid tribute at the age of 20, and Huai Ju went to Qinchuan.
Four tweets, Zhong. Don't row on the river, who doesn't look to the gods.
2. What are the poems about maternal love?
1. Thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son. -Meng Jiao's "Wandering Sons/Welcome Mother to Wander"
At this moment before departure, the old mother's stitches were so thin that she was afraid that her son would not come home for a long time and would sew the clothes more firmly.
2. People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. -Wang Jian's "Short Song"
Everyone says it is a good thing to have boys and girls, but they don't know that boys and girls are older.
3. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. -Anonymous "Guo E"
Pity my parents, it's too hard to raise me! Expressed his pity and regret for his parents.
I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to go home. -Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
There is no end to loving your son, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time.
5. Bow down to the mother river beam and weep in vain. -Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
Open the curtain, because I want to make a living in He Liang, I can't bear to say goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying, and my tears had dried up.
3. What are the great poems praising maternal love?
Seeing your problem, I put some of my collections together and answered: ....................................................................................................................................... .........................'s mother is powerful-France is in the child's mouth and heart, and the mother is God-all the glory and pride of the British world comes from the mother-Gorky's mother, and where you are, it is the happiest place-there is a most beautiful voice in the British world, and that is the call of the mother-Dante's loving mother's arms are made of love, so how can children not sleep in them? (Hugo) How intense and selfish maternal love is.
But only the mother-she is the partner when she fails-Zheng Zhenduo's heart will be a desert, without the help of selfless and self-sacrificing maternal love-British maternal love is the most beautiful among human emotions, because this emotion is not mixed with luck-one of the most beautiful things in French life is maternal love, which is selfless love and dwarfed by morality-the mother in Japanese memory! Dearest lover, you are all my joy and friendship-everything else in the French-speaking world is fake and empty, only mother is real, eternal and immortal-the sweetest word that Indian lips can utter is mother, and the most beautiful call is "mother"-Ji Bolun Responder: Happy Little Golden Pig-Tong Jinshi, Grade 6, 9-24/kl. Xuan stands for mother.
Xuan is a kind of Liliaceae. In summer, there are red and yellow flowers on the pedicel, which is also called the girl without sorrow. Another plant "Toona sinensis" represents father, so people in China often call their parents "Chunxuan".
Flower language: Mom, you are a great and secret love alias: a girl without sadness. Lily plant classification: Liliaceae perennial herb origin: China, Japan, Eastern Europe, Siberia, hybrid flowering period: March ~ 65438+ 10 Usage: yard planting, flower beds, potted plants, cut flowers, edible, medical-. I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it.
Author: (Qing) Zhou Shouchang Source: Classification and Appreciation of Lyrics in Past Dynasties/83 1 304- 1-. Seeing that many mothers and wives of soldiers killed in World War I were helpless and in a bleak situation, they launched Mother's Day activities to praise and comfort the mothers who suffered in the war. Miss Jarvis's mother died on the second Sunday in May. 1905. In order to commemorate her mother and express her condolences to the wives and mothers of the fallen soldiers, she designated this day as Mother's Day.
At that time, at the end of World War I, Americans held a memorial meeting for the fallen soldiers, at which a resolution was made to pass Mother's Day. Later, after Senator Thomas Shifrin submitted it to the Senate for approval, President Wilson of the United States officially declared it as National Memorial Day in 19 14, and it was formally established.
Mother's Day inspires children to cherish their parents' kindness, which is of great significance and has won the favor and support of religious groups. With the vigorous promotion of Christianity, it soon spread to all countries in the world.
Nowadays, many countries in the world commemorate Mother's Day, and our country also praises model mothers and promotes mother education on this day. The special symbol of Mother's Day is the Dutch carnation.
This was chosen by Miss Jarvis when she celebrated the second Mother's Day. It is said that it was Ann's favorite flower before her death, and everyone who attended the celebration pinned it on his lapel. If her mother were still alive, she would wear red carnations to show her respect. If the mother has passed away, white flowers will be used as a symbol of remembrance and remembrance.
Source: Huanhua Encyclopedia v.3No. 146 R 049.2 448 Commemorative Festival Manual/Sun, Co-authorNo.183R398.5395-. I am willing to be your "master clock" until the day when the clock chain is broken.
Source: Mom Zhong/Wang 848 0 10-2(2) My mother's Bible Whenever I open this Bible, I can't help holding it to my chest, just like hugging my dear mother. I can still smell the faint fragrance of my mother and see her beautiful and elegant face. Source: Mom Zhong/Wang 848 0 10-2(2) Learn to be a good mother. "The hand that pushes the cradle is the hand that changes society." "Motherhood" is a privilege granted to women by God. A mother's sacrifice for her children is priceless, and her contribution is unconditional.
Source: Zhong Mama/Wang 848 0 10-2 (2)-. You are a round-faced mother/your love is a basin full of bath water/warm, which almost floats me.
Author: Hong Yan. A thousand raindrops slipped from the umbrella and poured into your back, but I didn't touch the rain. The hospital is actually the end of the marathon and your brave ambulance! Starry mornings are constantly being born and dying. I also know that it has the regret of aging and parting. It must have been deeply rooted in my heart since farewell. Endless spring, warm sky and endless horizon are your avatar Guanyin Bodhisattva! Author: Gao Mingcheng Source: 95 Collection of Asian Poets/Li Shishe 803. 1 209- 1-.
4. What are the great ancient poems expressing maternal love?
Such as "mother's kindness, I have no one", "a thread in the hands of a proud mother, making clothes for her wayward boy's body", "the night scene is lonely and dark, and the hair is new"
The Wandering Son, Tang Meng Jiao
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Don't be old, Huang Qing Nakazawa.
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
Get home at the end of the year Qingjiang 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.
Except at night, Don.
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.
5. A great poem praising maternal love
1, The Wandering Sons
The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body, and she sews it carefully and thoroughly.
I'm afraid it will make him go home late, but the winner of the third Spring Festival, an inch of grass, has much love.
2, "Don't be an old mother" Huang Qing Zhongze
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
3. Wang Anshi of Song Dynasty in the Tenth Five-Year Plan
I will leave my mother in the ditch and stay in the shade at home. When you hear Du Yu in the moonlight, North and South always care.
4. "Arriving home at the end of the year" Qingjiang Shiquan
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to be home.
When I met you, I felt pity and thin, but I was ashamed of others and dared not sigh.
5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Bai Juyi
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 enough to say goodbye to the old year and welcome the new year. 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.
Not as good as crows and magpies in the forest.
It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind.
Newcomer Newcomer, 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.
6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen
A loving mother loves her young, and Zhao is the Crown Prince.
Dragon and tiger go their separate ways, and dogs long for eagles.
There is no six-foot orphan under the knee, and a Zhao Mayue is not a baby.
At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks through the four drums.
A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout?
In fact, it was Han Wangjin who stabbed the silver axe in front of the bed.
7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan noodles
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.
Sweet meaning is sparse day by day, and the voice is blocked day by day.
Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.
8. "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu
Anyone who is not crazy or crazy will be called a Taoist when he goes to the palace.
The old bald mother hid her face and wept, but her shirt sleeve was broken.
Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and walked through the market crying.
Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang.
It is also vulgar and vulgar, and it is also a risk, a risk and a strange.
Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood.
Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty?
Alas, I am sincere, and I am willing to go to the end of teaching.
It's not too late to punish a hundred policies.
Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts?
9, "Short Songs" Tang
When a person is born, he gets up at the beginning of the day.
Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better.
There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today.
People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.
Short songs, no music.
10, Tang's answer to the elderly in Daibei House
The old man with a negative salary went to Zhou Bei. He looked at his hometown and worried about his life.
He said that the old man had three sons, two of whom had died in Huangsha.
Now that the child has just grown up, he will confess next year.
If you know this, you will fall apart. It is better to live and die together.
Lend your farmland house to your neighbor and go to the countryside by yourself.
It's even harder to have more children.
Recently, it is said that the emperor admired martial arts and vegetables, and Qiang Bing wanted to be quiet.
There is a long-term strategy to defend the border, so there is no need to expel China people.
1 1, "night shift" Tang
The cold light in the hotel stays awake alone, and the guest's heart turns sad
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.
12, Buxu Tang Sikong Map
A mother failed to teach, and three yuan was sent to the kettle.
Shao Yunyun vulgar stop Yao color, Luan River low flying brush treasure furnace.
13, Tang, send Zhang to Jingzhou to learn from the scriptures.
Before trying to love his loving mother, Lian Xiao pays tribute to Qin Chuan because of his age.
Four tweets, Zhong. Boating on the river, who doesn't respect God.
6. A great poem expressing maternal love
Excellent poems praising great maternal love, such as "Mother's kindness, I have no one", "Thread in the hands of a loving mother, making clothes for her wayward teenager's body" and "Being lonely and dark at night and being reborn in the morning".
(1) I have no one for my mother's kindness. "Mother's kindness, I have no one", the words out of the Book of Songs, Li Feng, Kai Feng. The poem says: The wind is blowing from the south, blowing his spine. I want to die, and my mother has a reward. The wind blows from the south, and the wind blows from the other side. God, I have no family. Is there any cold in the spring? Under Xun. With seven children, my mother is very hard. The yellow bird, with its voice. There are seven children, don't comfort your mother. This is a poem about mother's hard work. In the poem, maternal love is depicted as a breeze from the south, stroking the child's childhood. Even with seven sons, my mother still works hard, and maternal love is so great. And "mom's good, I have no one", that is to say, "mom is sensible and virtuous, and it is difficult for me to repay her by grinding people."
The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward son. "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children" comes from Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer. Poetry: the 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? This is an ode to mother's love, which will last forever. This poem eulogizes the great beauty of human nature and maternal love in a cordial and sincere way. "The thread in a loving mother's hand makes clothes for her wayward son", the person written is mother and son, and the thing written is thread and clothes, but it points out the flesh and blood affection between mother and son. "She sewed carefully and mended it thoroughly, fearing that the delay would make him go home late" focuses on the actions and attitudes of loving mothers, showing their deep feelings for their sons. Although there are no words and no tears, it is full of pure love, which is exciting and makes people cry. "Only an inch of grass is a little sentimental, and you can enjoy three spring rays" is the sublimation of the whole poem. With the metaphor of popular image, how can we repay children like maternal love in spring grass?
(3) The night scene is lonely and the light is dark, and the white hair is new. "The night performance is lonely and the lights are dim, and the morning is white and the hair is new", which comes from the Qing Dynasty poet Shen Shouhong's Memory of Mother. The poem says: poverty is a Confucian thing, and it is difficult to settle down as an old relative. If you pity a distant hacker, you will grow into a trustworthy person. The night scene is lonely and black, and the white hair is new. It's no good having a boy, but it's tiring and hard. This poem describes an elderly mother who is worried about her son's hardships and often stands by the door, expecting his arrival. Although the mother is old and gray-haired every day, she still works hard for her children and grandchildren. Difficult old relatives, selfless mother, really touching.
7. Poems praising the great mother
Modern Poetry: Motherly love is the blood connection and the blessing of children. Motherly love is like the wind in spring. Motherly love is a piece of green when she gently blows the earth. Motherly love is a cloud in the sky. The scorching sun always passes through her body, bringing wind and rain changes to the earth. Peaceful maternal love is the sunset after the rain, always letting the washed earth lie in her arms and writing colorful life dreams in the high sky. Maternal love is the eternal theme of mankind. We gave it too many explanations. It has also been endowed with too many connotations. There is no thrilling historical epic, and there is no reversal of stormy waves. Motherly love is like a spring rain, a clear song, which moistens things silently for a long time. Yu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... Their destination is the aging ... elderly people in their twilight years, and it is impossible to cry for their mothers quietly. A loud cry said, "I have tried my best to return, and I have tried my best to wander." Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. With a mouthful of children's drink, it is memorable. So in the children's laughter and tears into the lingering maternal love. Motherly love is like an idyllic poem, far away, pure and elegant; Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural. Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly; Motherly love is a warm wind that blows away the snowflakes and brings infinite spring. Motherly love is the laughter that accompanies her all her life. Motherly love is the yearning for wandering in the world. Motherly love is the care and anxiety of children before their beds. Motherly love is an ardent expectation for children's growth. A vagrant sang Meng Jiao, a thread in the hand of a kind mother, and made clothes for her wayward boy's body. She sewed carefully and repaired it thoroughly, fearing that it would delay him from going home, but she loved inches of grass and won the glory of three springs. A loving mother loves her son, not in return. Liu An is pregnant in October. Three generations are paid lightly. It took ten years and eight years to persuade Xiao Ge to be a one-foot-three baby. The mother of "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" said that the son lies dry and the mother sleeps wet. The mother of the song of filial piety disappeared, but the mother of the child was uneasy. The mother who advised Xiao Ge was a hundred years old and often read eighty children. The song of filial piety respects the loving mother, and the prodigal son does not feel cold. "Children's Words Are Unbridled" tells the story of a white-headed old woman who cried behind the door and couldn't break her sleeve. [Tang] Han Yu's mother instrument hangs down, and the tube is bright and clean, staying at the quiet night platform. " A kind-hearted mother sewed clothes for her wayward son with thread in her hand. She sewed them carefully and repaired them thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his time to go home. But how much love this inch-long grass had was rewarded by three rays of spring. [Don] Meng Jiao chose a neighbor yesterday. My son didn't learn it, but he broke the loom. Maternal love is the first kind of love in the world. The only unpolluted love in the world is maternal love. Yan succeeded, and everyone is a friend. But only mother-when she fails, she is a partner. Zheng Zhenduo mourned his parents and gave birth to me. What is the Book of Songs without a father? What can she rely on without her mother? The Book of Songs is the virtue of the father and the legacy of the son. The children are well educated. Don't be happy with children, and don't sigh without children. [Tang] Han Yu people see that boys and girls are good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. [Tang] Wang Jian.
8. The great poem of maternal love
"Mother Biezi" Don Bai Juyi
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.
9. What are the poems about "maternal love"?
1. Thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son.
2. Bow down to the mother river beam and weep in vain. My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me.
I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to go home. 5. Be pity when you meet each other, and ask for it.
6. A loving mother leans on the door, but a wanderer is difficult. 7. Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return.
8. Old mothers and children ignore each other. 1. Thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son.
From Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer, the original poem is: The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for the wayward boy'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? A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand.
Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze? 2. "Bow down to the mother river beam and cry."
From Huang Jingren's Farewell to Old Mother, the original poem reads: Pull up the curtain, go to the mother's river beam, be carefree and watch the tears dry. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
Because I'm going to He Liang to make a living, I opened the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, my tears stopped and dried up. On this snowy night, it's a pity that we can't be filial to our mother, but we have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. What's the use of adopting a son? I still don't want it.
3. "My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me." From the pre-Qin "Guo E", the original poem is: Guo E, bandits me Artemisia.
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.
My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Caress me, feed me, nurture me, nurture me, take care of me, go in and out of my stomach.
The virtue of wanting to repay kindness. Heaven is so chaotic! Nanshan is fierce and the wind is blowing.
I don't care, I'm alone! Nanshan method, drifting with the wind. Everyone is in the valley, I'm not alone! You see, mugwort has grown taller, but it's not mugwort, it's mugwort.
Pity my parents, it's too hard to raise me! Look at the wormwood that snuggles up to each other, but it's not wormwood, it's Wei Pity my parents, it's too tiring to raise me! It is a shame to fill the bottle with water, because the bottom of the bottle is empty.
Living alone is boring. Might as well die early. What can I rely on without my real father? What do you depend on without your own mother? Going out for a walk is sad, and getting started is at a loss.
Dad, you gave birth to me. Mom, you raised me. You protect me, love me, support my growth, nurture me, think that I don't want to leave me, go out and hug me.
I want to repay my parents' kindness, and the disasters in the old society are unpredictable! The height of Nanshan is hard to surpass, and the biting wind is daunting. Everyone has no misfortune. Why am I the only one who was robbed? Nanshan Mountain is too high, and the wind is biting, which makes people tremble.
Everyone has no misfortune, so I can't be the only one! 4. "I love my son endlessly and I am happy to go home." From Jiang Shiquan's "Home at the End of the Year/Home at the End of the Year", the original poem is: I love my son endlessly, and I am happy to get 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. There is no end to loving your son, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time.
The stitches for sewing the cold clothes are dense, and the handwriting and ink on the family letter are as new as new. Seeing that my son has lost weight, my mother felt distressed and called me to ask about the difficulty of the journey.
Mom, my son has always been ashamed of you. He won't have the heart to tell the story of his wandering. 5. "I was poor and thin when I met you, and I asked for it."
From Jiang Shiquan's "Home at the End of the Year/Home at the End of the Year", the original text is: I love my son endlessly, and I am happy to get 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.
There is no end to loving your son, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time. The stitches for sewing the cold clothes are dense, and the handwriting and ink on the family letter are as new as new.
Seeing that my son has lost weight, my mother felt distressed and called me to ask about the difficulty of the journey. Mom, my son has always been ashamed of you. He won't have the heart to tell the story of his wandering.
6. "A loving mother leans on the door, but it is difficult for a wanderer." From Wang Mian's "The First Picture of Xuan Mo", the original poem is: Colorful Hemerocallis, Luosheng Beitang.
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. Bright daylily flowers were 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.
7. "Men and women sing in pairs, and the sound does not return." It comes from Bai Juyi's Yan Shi Xiu Liu Chao. The original poem is: There is Shuang Yan on the beam, dancing men and women.
Between two rafters, a nest gave birth to Si Er. Si Er is a long day and night, and the voice of asking for food is diligent.
Paws are eager for us, but they are not tired. For a moment, I was afraid of hunger in my nest.
After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one.
Once the wings are formed, lead them to the branch of the court. Raise your wings and fly in the wind without looking back.
Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return. But to enter the empty nest and sing all night.
Yan Yan, don't be sad, but think about yourself. Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. A Shuang Yanzi, a male and a female came up from the roof.
Mud nest in the middle of the rafters, a nest gave birth to four little swallows. Four milk swallows grow day and night, and the crying of begging can't stop.
Caterpillar is not easy to catch, Xiaoyan seems to have never had enough to eat. Shuang Yan grabbed it with his paws, held it in his mouth, and worked tirelessly with all his strength.
After a while, I turned back and forth ten times, afraid of starving Xiaoyan in the nest. After thirty days of hard work, I lost my mother swallow and fattened Xiaoyan.
Muttered and kept teaching Xiaoyan pronunciation, combing one by one. Xiaoyan, once full of feathers, was led to the branches of the courtyard without looking back and fluttered around with the wind.
Shuang Yan, male and female, shouted in the air, screaming at the top of his lungs, but couldn't get it back. I had to go back to the empty nest and cry all night! Lao Yan, don't lament, you should remember the past.
Think about when you were a swallow, and you flew away, too. Your parents were so worried when you abandoned them. Today, you should experience it! 8. "The old mother and the child are separated, and the grass is crying." From Li Bai.