Meng Jiao
The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the wanderer's body.
Before leaving, I am worried that I will return later.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
Selected Poems of Bing Xin
Paper Boat - Mother
I never abandon a piece of paper,
Always Keep them
Keep them,
fold them into small boats,
throw them into the sea.
Some were blown into the windows of the boat by the wind,
Some were wetted by the waves and stuck to the bow of the boat.
I still fold it every day without losing heart,
I always hope that one of them will flow to where I want him to go.
Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don’t be surprised that it fell into the dream for no reason.
This is what your beloved daughter wrote with tears in her eyes,
Through thousands of rivers and mountains, beg him to return with her love and sorrow!
Motherly love
Motherly love
It is the connection and integration of blood and veins
It is the blessing of children and the pain of mothers
< p>Motherly loveLike the spring wind
When she blows gently
the earth becomes green
Motherly love
It is the clouds in the sky
Always let the scorching sun
drive through her body first
Bringing wind, rain and peace to the earth
Mother's love
is the glow after the rain
Always let the cleaned earth
lie in your arms without giving up
Write the colorful dream of life in the high sky
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: Maternal love
Motherly love is an eternal theme of mankind .
We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations.
Without the soul-stirring historical epic, without the shocking reversal of the stormy sea, maternal love is like a spring rain, a clear song, moisturizing things silently, long and long.
Contemporary essayist Yu Qiuyu wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mother... and their end point is aging... Old people in their twilight years have to call their mothers. It is touching that one cry ends the return and ends the wandering."
Mother's love is the ultimate destination for wanderers in the world. It is a clear spring that moisturizes the hearts of children. It accompanies the children's sips and sips, and is continuous and continuous. Therefore, in the shadows of children's laughter and tears, Then blended into the lingering maternal love.
Mother's love is like an idyllic poem, remote, pure, elegant and light;
Mother's love is like a landscape painting, washing away the lead and ornaments, leaving fresh and natural;
< p>Motherly love is like an affectionate song, melodious and melodious, sung softly;Motherly love is like a gentle wind that blows away the falling snow and brings endless spring.
Maternal love is the laughter that accompanies a lifetime, maternal love is the longing that wanders around the world, maternal love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sick beds, and maternal love is the earnest expectation of their children's growth.
Mother is a big ship
Carrying us to the sea
To pursue the mystery of life
To explore the magic of the world< /p>
Mother is a high mountain
Contains all things
Nurtures us to grow
Strengthens our body and mind
Mother is A moving song
Take us around
Use her beautiful tune
Ode to the history of the motherland
Mother is a ray of spring breeze
Blowing all things in the world
Yingying steps
Brings vitality
Mother is The slightest spring rain
nourishes all things on the earth
Ah! Mother
I love you, you are the eternal love in my heart
My mother has always been in pain and has been sick for five years. If I am unable to give birth, I will be sore all my life. How can you live a life without a home?" The words are sad and miserable, enough to make people feel generous and move them to tears for a thousand years.
Child! When you were still very young,
I spent a lot of time,
teaching you to use a spoon slowly and eat with chopsticks;
teaching you to tie your shoelaces, buckle buttons, and slide;
p>
Teach you how to dress, comb your hair, and blow your nose.
These little moments with you,
how much I miss them.
p>
So, when I can’t remember or answer the question,
Please give me some time, wait for me,
Let me think again< /p>
It is very likely that I will even forget what I was going to say in the end.
I will also forget it.
Children! Have you forgotten that we practiced hundreds of times before learning the first baby song?
Do you still remember that I always rack my brains every day
To answer the "why" that comes out of nowhere?
So, I often tell old stories over and over again,
While humming the nursery rhymes from my childhood,
Be considerate of me,
Let me continue to indulge in these memories!
I hope you can accompany me to chat about everyday things!
My child, now I often forget to button my buttons and tie my shoelaces. When I eat, my clothes will be stained.
My hands will keep shaking when I comb my hair.
Don't push me,
Be more patient and gentle with me,
As long as you are with me, there will be a lot of warmth in my heart.
Children!
Now, I can’t stand firmly on my feet, and I can’t walk.
So,
Please hold my hand tightly,
Stay with me, slowly,
Just like back then,
I will take you step by step.
Motherly love, not picky about the appearance of the child
Motherly love, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter
Motherly love, noble and great
Motherly love, infinite loyalty
Whether you are peaceful or restless
Whether you fail or succeed
Mother loves you whether you fail or succeed
Mother’s love is everywhere
She accompanies you through life
It is she who releases the dragon and phoenix flying in the world
It is she who sets up the rainbow in the sky
Does not understand maternal love< /p>
You have lost the true meaning of life
Forget maternal love
High-ranking officials are rich and rich, their blood is cold and their bodies are empty
A mother falls into poverty
How can we be at peace when we miss each other?
Use our hands to dye the radiant color
Use every love to expand the overall prosperity
Care for mothers It is also the sublimation and purification of you and me
Try to dry my mother's tears and appreciate the gorgeous magnificence!
Mother's love does not pick on the appearance of the child
Mother's love does not Divided into spring, summer, autumn and winter
Motherly love, noble and great
Motherly love, infinite loyalty
No matter you are peaceful or restless
No matter you fail or succeed
Mother loves you for your failures and successes
Mother's love is everywhere
She accompanies you through life
It is she who releases the dragon and phoenix flying in the world
It is she who sets up the rainbow in the sky
If you don’t understand maternal love
You have lost the true meaning of life
Forget maternal love
p>
High-ranking officials have cold blood and empty bodies
A mother falls into poverty
How can one be at peace when she is thinking about you?
Use our hands to dye the glowing Yancai
Use love to expand all-round prosperity
Caring for your mother is also the sublimation and purification of you and me
Try to dry your mother’s tears and enjoy the gorgeous beauty Magnificent!
When we replayed the movie Mother over and over again
we were completely in tears
Integrated with mother
Mother is like a long movie
Treasured forever
In our admiring hearts God created mother
The merciful God has been working overtime to create mothers. When entering the sixth day, the angel came to the Lord and reminded him: "You have spent a lot of unnecessary time on this."
The Lord said to the angel: "Have you read about this? Are there any technical requirements for an order? ”
She must be able to withstand any cleaning, but not made of plastic; have 180 moving parts that can be replaced at any time; run on espresso without milk and sugar and leftovers; She has knee joints that do not bend when she stands; she has a kiss that can quickly heal wounds and diseases, from broken bones to broken love; in addition, she must have six pairs of hands...
Angel Relief God shook his head slowly and said: "6 hands...how is this possible?"
"What makes me difficult is not these hands," God replied, "but the hands she must have." "Three pairs of eyes." "But," the angel said, "the order form did not mention this standard..."
"Yes, but she needs it." The Lord nodded and said, "She needs a pair of eyes." The eyes that see everything through the closed door, and then she can confidently ask: "Children, what are you doing inside?" The other pair of eyes will grow on the back of her head to see what she shouldn't see. And what must be understood. Of course, she also has a pair of eyes under her forehead. When the children make mistakes or are in trouble, these eyes can look at them and clearly express "I understand you and love you" without having to speak. did you mean.
"This is too difficult," the angel advised. "Lord, you should rest. Tomorrow..."
"No!" The Lord interrupted the angel, "I feel that I am creating a creature that is very close to me." You see, the mother model in front of you has been able to heal itself when paralyzed... It can satisfy the appetite of a family of 6 people with a pound of hamburgers... It can get a 9-year-old boy to take a shower..." < /p>
The angel walked around his mother’s model and looked at it carefully, and couldn’t help but admire: “She is so soft! "But very strong!" "God said excitedly, "You can't imagine how capable she is, nor can you imagine how much endurance she has! ”
Motherly love is an eternal theme of mankind.
We have given it too many interpretations and too many connotations.
No The soul-stirring historical epic, without the reversal of the stormy waves of the sea, maternal love is like a spring rain, a clear song, which moistens things silently and lasts for a long time.
Contemporary essayist Yu Qiuyu wrote in an article. "The starting point of all long-distance travelers is always to say goodbye to their mother... and their end point is aging... The old man calling for his mother in his twilight years cannot help but move people. With one cry, return is the end of the journey." "Wandering".
Mother's love is the ultimate destination for wanderers in the world. It is a clear spring that moisturizes the hearts of children. It accompanies the children's drinks and sips, strands and threads, endlessly, so in the laughter of their children The shadow of tears is blended with the lingering love of mother.
Mother's love is like a pastoral poem, remote, pure, elegant and light;
Mother's love is like a landscape painting, washing away the lead and carvings. Leave it fresh and natural;
Motherly love is like an affectionate song, melodious and softly sung;
Motherly love is like a gentle wind that blows away the falling snow and carries away the The spring is endless.
Mother's love is the laughter that accompanies them throughout their lives. Mother's love is the longing that lingers in the world. Mother's love is the concern and anxiety before the children's sickbed. Mother's love is the eager expectation for their children's growth.
< p>When I think of my mother, my low aspirations will turn into high spirits; when I think of my mother, my wasted years will turn into my passion; when I think of my mother, a wandering wanderer will have the desire to go home; when I think of my mother, I am hesitant. The loving heart has found a home.Time is like water, and years pass by. How many memories fade away like water, but our lingering longing for our mother never changes. As autumn comes, the children grow older and their hair becomes as white as snow. When the children see their white-haired mother in the hall, they will burst into tears! p>
Maternal love is also an eternal theme in literature and music. When writers use maternal love as their theme, their articles will be nourishing and meaningful; when musicians use maternal love as their theme, their music will be soft and beautiful, with a lingering aftertaste.
“The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are on the body of a wanderer. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Who says that an inch of grass can repay three rays of spring?" Meng Jiao, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, experienced ups and downs, poverty and sorrow, but his mother's smile always haunted him. When he learned about his mother's future, he could not hide his face. With a smile on my face, I couldn't hold back the joy in my heart. I shook off the layers of wind and frost on my clothes and brushed away the accumulated dust in my heart. I took my wife and young children to meet my mother outside the city of Liyang. The grass was luxuriant, the flowers were fragrant, and the white clouds were rolling. Biye Qingchuan is filled with endless longing for her son. Mother and son depend on each other, with tears in their eyes. They hold their mother's warm hands and look at her old face. They can't help but cry with sadness and emotion. They write poems with surging emotions. , in Meng Jiao's pen, this song "The Wandering Son", which is full of maternal love, is sincere and has been passed down for thousands of years.
Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, was wandering all his life, and he returned home after the Anshi Rebellion. When he arrived at his hometown, the countryside was deserted, things were different, people were miserable, and he felt sad when he saw things. He combined his concern for the country and his people with his longing for his mother, and wrote the touching "No Home Farewell". “My mother is always in pain and sick, and she has been sent to Gouxi for five years. If I am unable to give birth, I will be sore all my life. If you have no home in your life, why should you live in the countryside?" The words are tragic and desolate, enough to make people feel generous and move them to tears for a thousand years.
At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Cai Wenji was kidnapped by the rebels and taken to the Xiongnu, where she became a guest of another family. When she was redeemed by the Han envoys, she said goodbye to her son with tears in her eyes, sending relatives and friends to see each other. She wrote in her "Poetry of Sorrow and Indignation": "Now that I have been saved, I should abandon my son again." Heaven is in the heart of the people, and there is no time to think about it... I will cry and touch it with my hands, and I will reply to my questions." It is sad and sorrowful, and the sound is sad. Reading it makes people cry. People in the Tang Dynasty once used this as the title to compose Hujia music, such as Weeping like complaining, wanting to sing, wanting to cry, a kind of mellow love between mother and child fills the melody.
Mother's love is great and selfless. It is immersed in all things and fills the world.
With maternal love, human beings can move from desolation to civilization and prosperity; with maternal love, society can move from indifference and severity to peace and health; with maternal love, we can move from sadness to singing, from stubbornness to ignorance. Wisdom; with maternal love, there is the beginning of life, the continuation of history, the emergence of reason, and the return of humanity.
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No why< /p>
Only for our parents
Our parents have worked hard for us all their lives
But now
they
are alone One person
My parents are sick
But there is no one to take care of me
My parents miss us
But there are no children to go home
< p>NowThey
Watch every day
Miss them every night
Have you ever imagined
Every day
They stood at the entrance of the village
Looking at us from a distance
No reason
Just for our parents
Just so we can go home often
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Mother's love
Mother's love
is like the spring wind
when it blows gently
the earth becomes green
< p>Motherly loveis like a cloud in the sky
always letting the scorching sun
drive through her body first
breathing wind to the earth Rain brings peace
Mother's love
is the clouds after the rain
Always let the cleansed earth lie in your arms without giving up
Written the colorful dream of life in the high sky
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Poetry (Motherly Love)
Source: Explosion Composition Class No. 29 Author: Student 2004-4-13 9:49:58
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Poetry Issue 29
Farewell
A ray of moonlight slanted into the house,
In the quiet house,
the kind mother was packing her son's luggage.
I can’t stop thinking about it...
The sunlight swallowed up the darkness.
Standing at the threshold, I repeatedly warned you,
Thousands of words can be said without words.
The tears and the words are all in silence.
Tears soaked Bei’s mother’s eyes,
Her son’s tears were like pouring rain.
The loving mother nestles at the threshold,
and will not return for a long time.
The son and figure,
disappeared at the entrance of the alley.
From time to time I took out the photos and looked at them again and again.
Tears fell on the photos.
After calling the phone, I learned that my son had excellent grades.
I feel proud of this.
Tears flowed through the eyes again,
These are tears of happiness,
These are tears of excitement...
Happiness is always Accompanied by tears.
Zhang Di, Grade 1, 20 minutes
Farewell, loving mother
Farewell, loving mother, tears staining my breasts.
When the moon reaches the clouds, people shed tears.
Everyone left, but the mother stayed alone.
Ask mother why?
My mother said that it was difficult to let go, and she continued to give many warnings.
Nodding in response, my heart was filled with sadness.
Farewell to my dear mother, tears stain her breasts.
Candlelight flickered, leaving people speechless.
Hearing his mother’s cry, he looked up in a hurry.
Ask your mother why she is crying?
The mother said it was too difficult to leave her son far away.
When I spoke to Wei Wei’s mother, she was helpless and panicked.
Farewell to my dear mother, tears stain her breasts.
Keep your mother’s heart open, and your tears will flow freely.
The mother stopped crying and comforted her son.
Why do you ask your mother to comfort you?
The mother said she was sad and did not want to see her son cry.
I was so distraught that my mother was gone.
23 minutes of Liu Rui’s senior year
The night before farewell
Under the light, I packed my luggage,
Under the setting sun The middle mother is busy.
My mother’s background is still the same.
She wants to put me in her eyes before the night falls.
As the sun sets, a crescent moon hangs in the sky,
I recall the past,
It is as if my mother has read my heart,
I've always been immersed in memories.
I recalled how hard she went to take care of me.
I recalled the meals my mother cooked for me.
Quietly she helped me pack my luggage,
She told me with eyes full of complex emotions,
Go well, just think about it. This home will do the trick.
My mother didn’t say anything to me.
She just communicated with me in her heart.
On the eve of parting.
We don’t say anything about missing each other.
Just using the relationship between me and my mother over the years,
A look and a familiar action.
The mother did not sit there,
but walked quietly,
bringing a sense of warmth.
Cai Yunkai's first grade of 22 minutes
We will say goodbye
We will say goodbye,
The time is not long and the journey is not far,
A loving mother sheds a thousand tears.
Pack your luggage carefully,
The supplies are piled up like a mountain.
Hold your hand and tell me thousands of words,
The Taotao River is full of water.
Bitterness and distress,
It touches my heart.
From the heart.
Looking back,
still in front of the hall.
Only on the road did I realize that
The package on my shoulders was heavy...
Zhang Tianming was in the first year of high school for 18 minutes
Bo Gongying
< p>Wandering, wandering far away.Your weak body seems to be trembling gently in the wind.
The lips are moving slightly,
softly blessing your children who are far away from their homeland.
Reluctant to leave, unwilling to leave.
Your strong heart,
Inspires us who are floating in a different place;
Tears well up silently,
Don’t you agree? Sending manna to your children?
Facing the sun and walking bravely.
Your wish finally came true,
We, the children of Bo Gongying,
finally took root in the distance and bloomed.
And you,
will always be home in our hearts.
18 minutes of Hu Yi’s sophomore year
Parting
The leaves in late autumn
have left the trees that raised them one after another,
The leaf has not forgotten the nourishment of the tree.
The tree reluctantly lets go of the leaf.
The leaf travels far away with the wind.
Ripe fruits
have fallen into the embrace of the earth.
The fruit has not forgotten the education of the branches and vines.
The branches and vines are light. Open your hand easily and let the fruit roll away.
People who have grown up have left home and joined the social trend.
The mother is worried when the son travels thousands of miles,
But the grown-up person still remembers the mother's love.
The mother sent her son off with tears in her eyes,
The son was tossed in the wind and waves.
Huang Qiuyue, Grade 1, 17 minutes
Farewell
When the child fell asleep,
The young mother gently packed her bags.
Tomorrow, she will board the plane and fly to that distant place.
The mother sat on the bedside,
looking at her daughter blankly,
tears covered her beautiful face,
So until dawn.
The sun rose,
The daughter looked at the background of her mother leaving,
with tears in her eyes,
"Don't "Let's go, Mom."
In front of the airport's boarding gate
The young mother walked mercilessly,
Suddenly shouted "Mom" A voice sounded behind her,
It was her lovely daughter calling her.
The mother was stunned.
Her daughter’s shouts made her unwilling to go forward.
She threw herself at her daughter and held her in her arms,
reluctant to leave for a long time.
Suddenly,
The mother quickly left the child.
On the departing plane.
A young mother was crying silently.
Wu Xiangtian Gaoyi 21 minutes
Motherly love
There is no stalwart body
But there is stalwart love
Parting, pain
Love tolerates this pain
Hidden at the bottom of the heart
Looking back
Still at the window Hesitating at the edge
The feeling of love is so strong
The feeling
Can’t express it
Standing in the rain
My heart is filled with tears Full of sunshine
Lost in a bright light
Falling and lonely
Gentle whispers in the ear
Right here
My side
My heart
21 minutes of Zhao Kun’s sophomore year
Farewell night
Why did the flowers wither? < /p>
Why do the birds no longer chirp?
Why are the late autumn nights so quiet...
The needle in my mother’s hand is so busy,
p>
The needle in mother’s hand is so hot.
I am so busy that I don’t know what to do.
It is so hot that I feel even more cool in my heart.
The needle has made my clothes very smooth,
But there is another ripple in my heart
...
Time passes so fast,
Time passes so slowly,
Flowers, birds, and nights are playing silent accompaniment...
The luggage in my mother’s hands was packed and packed again and again,
It was heavy on my heart.
But mother doesn’t know that,
No matter how many things she packs, there is still one thing she can’t take away
—a wandering heart.
19 minutes of Guo Ming’s senior year
Farewell night
There are still three hours before leaving
The figure of mother
p>
It has been rocking back and forth beside me
Putting a pair of shoes on the left
Packing a bag of medicine on the right
It was a small bag that grew in size
p>
But it was already stretched to more than two meters
The mother lowered her head and looked up, looking left and right
As if she wanted to take everything away
Carry it with me
The crystal beads of sweat
Falling to the ground with the figure of my mother
Looking at these pearl-like beads of sweat
My tears are also integrated with it
Li Xiang’s 24 minutes in the first year of high school
The flight at 10:30
Tomorrow I will set foot on a foreign country
I can’t sleep tonight
Looking at the folks checking my luggage in the candlelight
My eyes slowly became moist...
The plane is about to board at 10:30
My mother and I stood at the boarding gate
Her trembling hands held me tightly
p>Don’t cry, I told myself -
My tears finally rolled down while sitting on the plane
Motherland, I gently say goodbye to you< /p>
Recalling that I came to this world gently
You gave me the best gift in the world
How can I say I have forgotten it
I love this priceless gift very much
She is great and eternal
21 minutes of Zhang Wen’s sophomore year
Chun, why are you When will the time come?
Sky, when will it be sunny for you?
Wearing clothes?
It is the tears woven by the mother.
Look, the mountains are full of green between the springs.
See, the clouds in the gloomy sky dissipate
What is under my feet?
It’s my mother’s heart that is broken.
She has gray hair on her temples and the thickness of ten fingers,
It stays on her cheeks every moment
I just want to say one thing,
I love you, mother.
Li Ke High School 25 Minutes
Wanderer's Regret
Later, I finally understood
What is maternal love.
It’s a pity that you
have gone far away,
leaved this world forever.
Later,
I finally understood through tears,
Some people,
once they miss it, they will never see it again.
How do you remember me,
With a smile or in tears.
Those years,
Is there anyone who can make you not lonely?
In that hazy night,
Midsummer when I was eighteen,
You looked at my figure.
In the days to come,
whenever I feel emotional,
I always think of the stars that night.
It will never happen again,
There is an unfilial son,
Loves his mother.
Liu Yang, sophomore in high school, 21 minutes
Wandering Ziyin
The mountains are unwilling to send away the sunset
Sentimental sailors are unwilling to sail far away.
Hope is calling.
The outside world is my paradise,
My free heart is flying.
Mom, do you care about me?
My mother looked at me uneasily.
Mom, do you want my life to be more exciting?
My mother looked at me with relief.
Listen to the sound of the train, the whistle...
Holding hands tightly through the window.
Pang Hao, a senior in high school
Snowy night
Gently raised his head, snowflakes fell on his bedside
The night is silent,
The heart is lonely
The falling snowflakes,
like a knife, destroying my heart,
Aren't the lights on the roadside on?
But why can’t I see any hope?
Looking, I am looking for a cup of tea
A cup of tea that warms my heart.
I hope this warm tea can soothe a helpless heart
The night is no longer dark
The night is no longer cold
The night No longer lonely
Excitement is inevitable
Tears have melted the snowflakes
23 minutes of senior year
Farewell night< /p>
The night is deserted and lonely.
I feel even more sad because of this.
Mother’s heart and daughter’s heart are closely connected.
Parting cuts off the connection.
One step forward,
one step forward.
My mother’s face was full of sadness.
It makes me feel the pain of parting.
The night is so ruthless,
It doesn’t want to give me a ray of light,
Can’t my heart really be brighter?
My mother brought me a handkerchief that she embroidered herself.
I finally ignited a flame in my heart - maternal love.
I firmly believe that the never-ending maternal love does not only exist on this night of farewell,
It fills my journey
The distance,
The invisible distant master...
Li Yanggao Binary 20 Minutes
Farewell Night
The clock "ticks" unkindly" "Tick"
My tears fall as you think about me.
The memory gate collapsed instantly
When I was a child, I was naughty and disobedient.
Seeing you crying in anger,
I Only then did he panic.
But he just stood and said nothing.
On your birthday, I have grown up.
Through the candle, I see your head of silver hair.
The tears shed together with the candle.
I have to get married again before I can repay you.
Looking at you with tears in my eyes,
But I don’t know what to say.
I always want to express my true feelings to you.
Actually, I don’t want to leave home.
Mother is the greatest person.
——Yan Gu
Mother’s love is the most sincere love in the world.
——Dong Baoping
There is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, and that is the call of mother.
——Dante
The mother worries when her son travels thousands of miles.
Only when you raise children can you realize the kindness of your parents.
The world is vast and the parents are generous.
All the glory and pride in the world comes from my mother.
——Gorky
Motherly love is a huge flame.
——Romain Rolland
A mother’s love will never dry up.
——Goncharov
Motherly love is something simple, natural, rich, and never-failing in a woman’s heart, just like a major element of life. ——Balzac
Although women are fragile, mothers are strong.
——Hugo
Mom, you are the perfect combination of mother, confidant and friend!
——Tagore
Motherly love not only refers to the mother’s love for her child, but also includes the child’s love for her mother.
——Munir Nasuf
The sweetest word that human lips can utter is mother, and the most beautiful call is "mother".
——Kahlil Gibran
Self-consciousness is the mother of progress, and self-abasement is the source of degradation. Therefore, self-consciousness is indispensable, and self-abasement is indispensable.
——Zou Taofen
Working hard is the mother of all inventions. By working hard at everything, you can get the truth of things.
——Tao Xingzhi
Mother is a big book that cannot be opened; mother is a distant mountain that cannot be seen.
——Jiang Zuhui? Recalling Ding Ling
Between the child and the mother, the mother is always an overloaded ship, no matter how wind blows the waves, she is willing to go through thousands of hardships.
——Mortal Motto
There is a deep, true, and endless love between a child and her mother. This kind of love is the eternal spiritual pillar of children and mothers and the true value of our nation's survival.
——Hao Bing
Being a matchmaker and being a mother are two basic desires of women
——Qian Zhongshu
Watch The children grow up day by day, and their knowledge is enriched day by day. Just like farmers see their crops maturing, the mother's heart is full of happiness and joy.
——Yang Mo
A soldier’s wife is both the mother and the father of the child; a soldier’s wife is both a woman and a man.
——Liu Yusen
Babies are nurtured and grown in the arms of their mothers, and receive their first emotions and thoughts from their mothers... It can be said that women are the ones who carefully cultivate children's hearts and are great mothers. .
——Kang Keqing
Mother’s wine glass is always full.
——Wang Dechun
The caressing of a good child by an ignorant mother is nothing more than a milk bottle.
——Mortal Motto
Mother is an umbrella and a giant. We are the children under the umbrella and are giants for miles.
——Xi Murong
All the glory and pride in the world comes from mother.
——Gorky
Motherly love is a huge flame.
——Romain Rolland
Mom, wherever you are, that is the happiest place.
——UK
A loving mother’s arms are made of love. How can a child not feel sweet sleeping in them?
——Hugo
The sweetest word that human lips can utter is mother, and the most beautiful call is “mother”
—— ——Kahlil Gibran
Motherly love is the greatest power in the world.
——Mir
Everything else in the world is false and empty. Only mother is real, eternal and immortal.
——India
Motherly love is such a strong, selfish emotion that occupies our entire heart.
——Duncan
In the mouth and heart of the child, the mother is God.
——UK
How similar mothers are all over the world! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart.
——Whitman
Although women are fragile, mothers are strong.
——France
Without the help of selfless, self-sacrificing maternal love, the child's soul will be a desert.
——Britain
When trading with Jian Tiao, don’t take advantage. When you see your poor relatives and neighbors, you must show compassion. If you are mean and start a family, you will not be able to enjoy it for a long time. If one's morals are often erroneous, they will soon perish. Brothers, uncles and nephews must share more to benefit the widow. Both young and old, inside and outside, should be strict with the law. How can he be a husband who listens to his wife and behaves like his own flesh and blood? He who values ??his property but despises his parents cannot be a good son. When you marry a daughter, choose a good son-in-law, and don’t ask for a high salary. When marrying a daughter-in-law, don’t consider a generous dowry.
——Zhu Zizhi
Ignorance is the mother of superstition.
——Balzac
Mother is great!
——Lu Xun
Mother is the greatest person.
——Yan Gu
Mother’s love is the most sincere love in the world.
——Dong Baoping
Mother’s love, you are like the warm sunshine in spring, and like the big tree of mother-in-law, you let me shower in the bright spring light, with the help of the big tree. Protected by green shade, it thrives like grass.
——Zhang Conghui
Maternal love is like water, and mother is the source. No matter where you run, there is still an endless source of water flowing through you.
Motherly love, you are like the warm sunshine in spring, and you are also like the big tree of mother-in-law. You allow me to be bathed in the bright spring light, and protected by the green shade of the big tree, you can thrive like grass. .