Four ancient poems praising mother.

1, one mother failed to teach well, and three Long Yuan sent the kettle. Shao Yunyun vulgar stop Yao color, Luan River low flying brush treasure furnace. -"Buxu" Tang Sikongtu

2. Mourn my parents and give birth to me. -The Book of Songs

I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to be 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. -"Getting home at the end of the year" Qingjiang Shiquan

4, the old white-headed mother covered the door and the sleeve was broken. -[Tang] Han Yu

5. It's a miserable snowy night in Chai Men. It's better to have a baby than nothing at this time. -"Don't be an old mother"

6, the love of a loving mother, the love of a young girl, Zhao is the crown prince. The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle. -"Motherly Love" Yuan Yangweizhen

7. A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return. -[Han] Liu An

8. 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? -"Wandering Sons" Tang Meng Jiao

9. 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

10, my parents thought so at that time, but I should know today. -"Yan Shixiu Liu Chuo"

1 1, people who are not crazy or crazy go to the palace and are called Taoist priests. The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. -"Whose Son" Tang Hanyu

12, my father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nursed me, cared about me and answered me. -The Book of Songs

It's difficult to sail with light, so I don't know if it's safe. When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more! -"Mother's Memory" Ni Ruizhen