What are the ancient poems about "Love Mom"?

The Wandering Son, Tang Meng Jiao

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.

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?

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.

"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.

Wang Yuan noodles in Xuan Mo Map

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.

"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. Guan, general, general of a title of generals in ancient times,

Last year, I violated the new policy Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan. Newcomers welcome old people to abandon,

A thorn in the side, a thorn in the flesh. It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home. Walking for the first time, sitting for the first time,

Sitting there crying and grabbing at other people's clothes. With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated. Not as good as the black magpie in the forest,

Mothers don't lose 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. Couple, couple, 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.