A poem about self-creation and gratitude to mother 1. Poems about self-created grateful mothers.
A little poem thanking mother.
The gurgling water is crystal clear.
The trees on the shore are reflected in the water.
I came with Xia Chu.
Mother is a little shy in her glory.
Kind eyes are as gentle as dew on the grass.
I have bright eyes like daffodils.
Rose cheeks
Poppy mouth
And a long black hair when I grow up.
mother
This is your sincere prayer
Reward me for becoming the embodiment of beauty.
You connect life with me.
The wind that hit the child also tore the mother's heart.
We are all floating in the flowing water of the world.
Our lives will be separated.
I drank the love you brought me in one breath.
Stepping into a new life alone in disappointed eyes.
You use a heart full of love
Sow the wings of happiness
But with the sickle of memory
Harvest the missing soul
Leaves rustle and streams gurgle.
This is your festival.
I decided to come back and sing this little poem.
Beautiful melodies floated across the sky.
The angels leaned out and listened quietly.
Mom, my dear mom.
You must have heard that I love you.
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Maternal love (1)
Mother is like a lamp in the dark,
When I got lost,
She will guide me and light me up,
Towards the light,
Mom,
Mother is like the bright moon in autumn night,
When I'm lonely and helpless,
She will accompany me and support me,
Give me confidence.
Mom,
She's been busy for me,
Take great pains,
No regrets,
So, on this annual Mother's Day,
I have to say,
Mom, thank you! I love you!
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Motherly love (2)
Mountain, not as high as maternal love;
Sea, not as deep as maternal love;
God, love without a mother is vast;
Naturally, there is no mother's love and tolerance;
Sunshine is not as warm as maternal love;
Clouds are not as white as maternal love;
Flowers are not as brilliant as maternal love.
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Edgar Allan Poe
Goethe
Although I haven't said hello to you for a long time,
I didn't write to you, but don't let your heart
Doubt, as if your son should.
My deep love for you comes from my chest.
Disappear. Nothing like that stone,
Always rooted in the bottom of the water,
It will never leave its position, even if it is running water.
Sometimes with wind and waves, sometimes with soft waves through it.
It flows by, so people can't see it,
My love for you is so inseparable.
In my chest, despite the long river of life,
Sometimes I am hit by pain and roll violently.
Sometimes quietly caressed by happiness,
Coverage and blockade make it impossible.
You can't reflect around the sun.
The returning sunshine is in front of your loving mother.
Let you know how much your son respects you.
2. The original poem describing maternal love and gratitude
Turn over other people's original poems
Give goodwill in October,
As beautiful as flowers and jade, there is no shadow.
Day after day, year after year,
Bend the shadow hand line under the lamp.
The child cried for two lines when he traveled.
When will you come back and lean against the door?
After decades of efforts,
Spend the years painstakingly.
Loyalty, filial piety, rebellion and no regrets,
A talented person will never give up.
When the cow is a horse, there is nothing to say.
Tears for whom, joy for whom.
As children, filial piety comes first,
The love of a lifetime will last forever.
The salary of senior officials does not forget the roots.
Never forget your mother's kindness.
3. Thanksgiving mother's poem
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.
If there is no six-foot lonely soul under the knee, a Zhao may not be born.
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 son of heaven respects Wu Zun cuisine.
Write a poem to thank your mother
1: Without the help of selfless maternal love, a child's mind would be a desert.
Motherly love is a needle and thread. As long as there is a small pinhole, it will flow like a spring, infiltrating your lonely, tired and even scarred heart.
3: Mother in memory! Dearest lover, you are all my happiness and friendship.
4. A loving mother leans on the door, but a wanderer is difficult. May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. -"Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan Mian
5: How similar mothers all over the world are! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart.
6. A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return. Liu An [Korea]
7. Motherly love is a drop of dew, kissing the dry soil. With its drizzle-like warmth and diamond-like persistence, it looks forward to the fertility of broken soil. Motherly love is not the freezing point in life, but a flowing river, which creates beautiful emotional scenes in our lives.
8. Motherly love, you are like the warm sunshine in spring, and you are like grandma's tree. Let me bathe in the bright spring and grow sturdily under the shade of a big tree like green grass.
9. How intense, selfish and fanatical maternal love is that it occupies our whole mind. (Duncan)
10: Motherly love is a huge flame. (romain rolland)
1 1: A loving mother loves her chicks. Zhao is the crown prince's 60 poems about thanking his mother. The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle. -"Motherly Love" Yuan Yangweizhen
12: Motherly love is generous. She sprinkled love on spring dew and autumn frost. Leave it to the morning light, leave it to the dusk; It is for abandoned babies and orphans; But I can only forget myself. Motherly love has no boundaries between strangers, regions and races. Motherly love is everyone who is "young or young", and everyone has no choice. Motherly love is the source of consideration, comfort, tolerance, understanding, kindness and kindness.
13: The old woman with white head closed the door and cried, and her sleeve was broken. Han Yu
14: People like to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women will make people old. -"short song"
15: When I grow up, my mother's black hair is like a maple leaf, and the frost shines silver. I deeply kissed the traces of those years and gave my heart to you.
5. Poems and famous sayings about grateful mothers
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.
Hope to adopt, thank you.
6. Write a modern poem and thank your mother.
My father gave birth to me, and my mother humbled me, teased me, nurtured me, grew me, nurtured me, protected me, responded to me, went in and out of my belly, and wanted to repay me. I knew nothing about heaven and earth.
You suddenly have frosty temples, skirts in spring and eyebrows in autumn. In 32 years, heavy rain poured down, the sound of rain disappeared, and thoughts flooded.
I miss my loving mother's hard half life, kneel down to nurse the lamb and repay the present. -Is there any hope of leaving? Christmas of forest elk that never stops snowing. The beautiful princess has been buried in the legendary night sky. There are countless green pearls, so there is no time to pick them. Angels flew over the gardens of Babylon. Allah is a woman. Her incarnation is not the daughter of the sun god. The valley in the desert Gobi is more luxurious than the palace. This river is the mother of all living things. Shengbo is everywhere. The rain shines on the beauty of ancient Egypt, and the white clouds float away, and the back is gone. The sea beats violet's dream. Mermaid smiles in heaven. The color of champagne conveys her singing among poppies. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward 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?
Confucius said: My parents are here, and I don't travel far to repay my gratitude and forget my grievances. My parents thank you for bringing me to this beautiful world, for giving me free air and bright sunshine, and for inculcating me to grow up, but you are old. But how much love has the inch-long grass won? On the third Spring Festival, I offer you a sincere filial piety. I wish you always healthy and old, and you are determined to be a martyr in your twilight years, and your heart is full of affection: love your mother and son, not for repaying kindness. [Han] Liu An was pregnant heavily in October, but the reward was light.
Before "Song of Persuading Filial Piety", the prodigal son is not cold. Song of Persuading Filial Piety is full of love and hardship. Who knew my parents when they hurt me? "Children's Words Are Unbridled" The bald mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt sleeves were broken.
[Tang] Han Yu's mother instrument hangs down, the tube is bright, and the night platform is silent. However, how much grass loves to push its luck, and a collection of aphorisms and aphorisms, but it has brought three times of spring glow.
Meng Jiao used to live in and chose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth.
Saint Amethyst mourned my parents and gave birth to me. The parents of The Book of Songs are highly respected; Give children a good education.
People see that it is good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women make people old. [Tang] Wang Jian is the first in the world as a parent; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world.
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed, caressed, nursed, nurtured, cared and answered me. In the Book of Songs, the father is unkind and the son is unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy.
[Southern and Northern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui did not have a good father and brother in his life, nor did he have a strict teacher and friend outside, but few people succeeded. [Song] Lv Gongzhu's parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents.
Motto Lian Bi and Bing Xin's Paper Boat > Tagore's Golden Flower >: In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over. -Fei Xiaotong's mother, the first relative in the world; Motherly love is the first love in the world.
The only unpolluted love in the world is maternal love. The most beautiful voice in the world is mother's call! -Dante succeeded, everyone is a friend.
But only mother-she is the partner of failure. Zheng Zhenduo, Meng Jiao, a kind-hearted mother, a boy who makes clothes for her wayward 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?
Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, so Wang Lun is better than me. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Love of Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer.
7. Grateful mother's poem
The most famous ancient poem Grateful Mother is Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer.
Meng Jiao's ode to a wanderer
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?
Some sentences from "Song of Persuading Filial Piety":
In October, the baby is heavy and the reward is light.
One-foot-three baby, ten years and eight years' work.
The mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet.
The mother's bitter son has not seen it yet, and the child's mother is uneasy.
My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children.
With a loving mother, the prodigal son does not feel cold.
In modern poetry, grateful mothers are famous for the following points:
Guo Moruo's The Earth, My Mother (with deeper meaning)
Earth, my mother!
It's dawn,
You shake the baby in your arms,
I'm crawling on your back now.
Earth, my mother!
You brought me to this paradise.
You're still in the sea,
Play some music to comfort my soul.
Earth, my mother!
My past, present and future,
You eat, you wear, you live,
How can I repay your kindness?
Earth, my mother!
I don't want to live at home often from now on.
I will always be outdoors,
To you, show my filial piety.
Earth, my mother!
I envy your dutiful son, the farmer in the field,
They are the nannies of all mankind,
You always caress them.
Earth, my mother!
I envy your pet, the worker in the charcoal pit,
They are the Prometheus brothers of all mankind,
You always hold them.
Earth, my mother!
I think besides farmers and workers,
Everyone is the black sheep and grandson,
I am your black sheep, too.
Earth, my mother!
I envy all plants, my compatriots, your descendants,
They are free, independent, distributed and healthy.
Enjoy their lives.
Earth, my mother!
I envy all animals, especially earthworms-
I just don't envy the birds in the sky;
They want to fly in the air without you.
Earth, my mother!
I hate flying in the air,
I don't want to ride, ride, wear socks and shoes,
I just want to be barefoot with you forever.
Earth, my mother!
Everything in front of me floats vividly,
I know that's your dance,
Comfort my soul.
Earth, my mother!
I feel the fragrance and color of everything,
I know this is a toy you gave me,
Comfort my soul.
Earth, my mother!
My soul is your soul,
I want to strengthen my soul,
Repay your kindness.
Earth, my mother!
From now on, I will repay your kindness.
I know you love me and you have to work for me.
I will learn to work like you and never stop!
Earth, my mother!
From now on, I will repay your kindness.
I want to bring my own blood.
Raising myself and my brothers and sisters.
Earth, my mother!
The sun in the sky-your reflection in the mirror,
Shining in the sky,
From now on, I will also take good care of my inner light.
8. Thank your mother for her poem
Thanks to mother's poem:
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.
A word of thanks to my mother:
1, for children, the value of parents' charity is that it is more reliable and trustworthy than any other emotion.
2. Today is Mother's Day. May you always be healthy and beautiful, and all the best.
Without you, there would be no me, no sadness in my decades of cold and heat, no laughter in my spring, summer, autumn and winter. Thank you for giving me all the good things and growth in my life.
Mom, I thank you for giving me life. You taught me the truth of being a man. No matter what happens in the future, I will always love you!
Although you don't show it easily, I know you always care about me.