2, but the inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it is reported to be three spring rays. Expressed the child's warm maternal love.
1. Motherly love is the greatest power in the world. The second mill. Motherly love is a huge flame. -Roman Roland 3. "No matter what reputation, status, happiness and honor there is in the world, it can't compare with being with my mother, even if she doesn't know a word, even if she eats' red' all day. -Ji Xianlin 4. There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the mother's call. Dante 5. " I am lucky to have a mother who loves me. My mother's love for me is so great that I will try my best to prove that this love is worthwhile. -Xia Jiaer (master painter) 7. A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child not be sweet when sleeping in it? Hugo 8. My life began with opening my eyes and falling in love with my mother's face. -George Eliot 9. It is at our mother's knee that we acquire our noblest and truest and highest, but there is seldom any money in them. Mark Twain I have caused my mother a lot of trouble, but I think she enjoys it. -Mark Twain All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. -Gorky (3) How similar mothers all over the world are! Their hearts will never change, and every mother has a very pure heart. The funniest day of your life, even if you have an electric cheating machine, you can't fool your mother. -Homer Simpson (5) In children's oral mind, mother is the name of God. -Thackeray (author of Vanity Fair) 6 The power of motherhood is better than the laws of nature. -Barbara Kinsolf (a famous contemporary American writer) 7 A mother's heart is an abyss, in which you will be forgiven forever. -Balzac (1) My mother is my greatest teacher, an old teacher full of love and fearless spirit. If love is as sweet as a flower, then my mother is the sweet flower of love.
2. Poem 1 About patriotism, maternal love and homesickness, "Night Shift" Tang
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.
My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.
2, "Home" Tang Du Mu
The child held hands and asked, why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns?
3. Song Ligou in Homesickness
People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home.
Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak.
The letter from Shi Jing was written by Yuan Kai.
The river is three thousand miles long, and there are fifteen letters from home. There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.
5, "Hao Chu sees the mountain with the Lord to send friends to Jinghua" Liu Tang Zongyuan
The sharp mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.
How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see!
6, "Yan Wen" Tang Wei Wu Ying
Where is your hometown? It's leisurely to think about it. Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming.
7, "Miscellaneous Poems" Tang
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming?
3. About maternal love and homesickness.
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.
homesick
1. Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night":
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.
Who can't get homesick when they hear that there is another village in the serenade?
Du Fu
Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers,
Thousands of flowers bent the branches.
Butterflies have been dancing,
Soft, soft, soft, soft, soft and soft. The oriole sings.
4. Write poems about homesickness and maternal love in spring, summer, autumn and winter.
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly,
Is there frost already? .
Looking up, I found it was moonlight.
Sinking back again, I suddenly remembered home-Tang Li Bai >
As a stranger in a foreign land,
Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.
Know where the brothers climb,
There is one person missing from the dogwood. Tang Wang Wei >
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
The cold light in the hotel stayed up all night,
What happened to the guest's heart?
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts.
Another year of frost temple in Ming dynasty. Besides working at night, Tang has high physical fitness.
Ci Yin Mu
The thread in the loving mother's hand,
Make clothes for her wayward son.
She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
Young people leave home, old people come back,
The local accent has not changed.
The children don't know each other,
Where did the laughter come from? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)
The sound outside the ridge is broken,
Winter goes and spring comes.
Now, near my village, meet people,
I dare not ask a question. (Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")
We wound our way under the blue mountain,
Me and my boat, along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide,
No wind blows my lonely sail.
... night now gives way to the ocean of the sun,
Jiang Chunren's old year.
I can finally send my messenger,
Geese, return to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)
People only have seven days in spring.
I have been away from home for two years.
When people return to the geese,
Think before and after. (Xue Daoheng: "People are homesick every day")
Whose Yu Di flies in the dark,
Spring breeze scattered in Los Angeles.
In this serenade, I heard the sound of willows.
Who can't afford to be homesick? (Li Bai: The Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night)
It has been frosted ten times in Bingzhou Guest House.
Remember Xianyang day and night.
Change dry mulberry water for no reason,
But I hope Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Journey to the North")
A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle,
A wild goose sings in autumn.
He knew that the dew tonight would be frost,
How bright the moonlight is at home! .
Oh, my brothers, lost and scattered,
What does life without you mean to me? .
But if something goes wrong with peacetime letters,
What can I expect during the war? . (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
But how much love does an inch of grass have,
Make three spring scenery.
5. Motherly love poems and homesick poems:
the song of the homeless
Tang mengjiao
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?
Say goodbye to my mother.
Qing Huang 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.
human
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.
Cry at midnight
Tang Bai Juyi
The second time I lost my mother, I vomited because I was dumb.
Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old.
Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved.
If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart.
A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad.
What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness.
Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died.
What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird.
The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied.
Poetry about missing one's homeland;
A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night.
Don
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
Endless longing
Qingnalanxingde
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
homesickness
Tang buxie
People in northern Luzhou are definitely lost, but the letter from Yunnan has never been answered.
If you don't sweep the flowers in front of the court, you will climb the willow outside the door.
Selling silver candles after sitting for a long time will lose face.
Hanging in the autumn night, Wan Li shines on the mountains.
Smell the flute in Los Angeles on a spring night.
Tang Libai
Whose Yu Di flies in the dark,
Spring breeze scattered in Los Angeles.
In this serenade, I heard the sound of willows.
Who can't afford to be homesick?