The tear-jerking poems expressing gratitude for maternal love are as follows:
1. Mother farewells her son, and her son farewells her mother. The cry is painful in the absence of light in the day. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Farewell to Son"
2. Father comes to mother, the road is long, how sad! Worry and compassion. ——Wang Zhaojun's "Ci of Resentment" of the Han Dynasty
3. The clouds and white stars are sparse and the air is clear at night. I send you food from the public kitchen, but I remember my dear relatives and sit there until tomorrow. ——Ming Dynasty·Tang Zhichun's "Three Poems Composed in Memory of Mother on the Night of December 24th"
4. When the time comes, the virtuous people return to the mirror to repay their kindness and kindness and light Buddha lamps. ——Tang Dynasty·Li Dong's "A Letter of Gratitude to Situ Xianggong in the First Collection"
5. The father pities the mother and is reluctant to slap her, but she laughs so stupidly that it makes people sigh. ——Lu Tong of the Tang Dynasty, "Showing the Addition"
6. The loving mother Fang was seriously ill and wanted to consult a famous doctor. I'm in a hurry to pick up my car, but the sky won't spare me! If there is nothing to repay for maternal love, what more can you ask for in life! ——Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty, "Sending Mother Back to Hometown"
7. How can a hundred birds not have a mother? You alone are deeply sad. It should be that the mother is kind and caring, so that you are not allowed to accept your sorrow. ——Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty, "The Night Cry of the Ciwu"
8. The Wandering Son's Song, Meng Jiao, Tang Dynasty. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light.
9. Farewell to my mother Huang Zhongze of the Qing Dynasty He tied up the curtains and paid homage to his mother, and went to the river beam. I was so worried that my eyes dried up with tears. It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time.
10. Arriving home at the end of the year, Jiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty: My love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are freshly inked. When I met, I felt pity for my thin body, and I called my son to ask about my hardships. I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust.
11. Move your mother to Han Valley and leave Bai Han Yin at home. When the moon comes out and Du Yu is heard, the north and the south are always concerned. ——Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty, "Fifteen"
12. The frost wiped out the tears of the reed flowers, and the clothes were wet with tears, and the white heads no longer leaned on the wood door. ——He Zhu, Song Dynasty, "Nan Ge Zi· Climb Mingyuan Tower to help the sick in late autumn"
13. In the Ming Dynasty, the steamer was empty again, and the mother and son were alone in sorrow. ——Song Dynasty·Jiang Yigong's "Linjiang Immortal·Zi Xiaosheng is drunk and crazy"
14. I am sorry for my parents, who gave me a hard work. ——Anonymous "Polygonium" in the Zhou Dynasty
15. The mother is suffering and the child is in trouble, and when he is ten years old, he is afraid of cutting clothes.
——Ming Dynasty·Yang Wei's "Dan Ge Xing"