Modern poems about maternal love 1. The Complete Works of Modern Poetry about Mother
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Mom!
Put aside your troubles,
Let me fall into your arms,
Only you are the destination of my soul.
-"Stars"
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Mom!
My hair,
Put it on your knee,
These are countless bunches of roses you gave me.
-"Stars"
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Little flower,
I want to look up, too,
Thanks for the love of spring-
However, this far-reaching gift,
This finally silenced her.
Mom!
Were you that spring?
-"Stars"
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Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hides in its nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms.
-"Stars"
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There are faint poems in the long clouds.
There is continuous love in a faint poem.
There is affection in constant love.
Affectionate and meaningful.
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Let me immerse myself in your joy.
Let me enjoy your warmth.
Let me be intoxicated in your arms
Let me snuggle up in your arms
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You are a big tree.
Spring depends on your fantasy.
Summer depends on your prosperity.
Autumn is bad for you.
Rely on your meditation in winter
Your tall, broad canopy
Let the fields never be barren.
Mom, you gave me life.
You are the land where I grew up.
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The author of Stars in Spring is Bing Xin, a famous essayist, writer and educator in modern China. Bing Xin was originally named Xie Wanying.
The Star is a collection of poems, consisting of 164 short poems. Bing Xin believed in "the philosophy of love" all her life, and she thought that "with love, there is everything".
Bing Xin praised maternal love, human love and childlike innocence. At the same time, she also praised nature, especially the sea she was familiar with as a child. Praising nature, childlike innocence and maternal love has become the eternal theme of Bing Xin's life creation. Its theme is: maternal love, nature, innocence and life.
Star, published in 1923, is the first collection of poems created by Bing Xin. Most of the works are beautiful and crystal-clear poems praising nature, maternal love, innocence and great love on earth. These are the natural brewing of the poet's life, feelings and thoughts. Bing Xin's childhood grew up in the embrace of nature.
Her pure soul was soaked in blue sky and sea and maternal love, and her girlhood was deeply influenced by traditional education in China and western missionary schools, so the philosophy of maternal love, human love and natural love was strengthened and deified.
However, the stormy May 4th Patriotic Movement and the New Culture Movement gave her a new baptism of "political" consciousness. The collision of eastern and western cultures will naturally spark in her life and thoughts.
References:
Baidu encyclopedia-starry sky spring
2. Modern mother poems
1, a poem dedicated to mother
Modern Times: Bing Xin
Mom, I have long wanted to write a poem for you.
But I wrote it many times, but I still didn't write it well.
Mom, I don't know how to start this poem written for you.
I don't know how to end it or what to write.
Just like when I was a child, I slapped you hard. I don't know whether to accept it bravely or choose to escape.
Mom, I thought of you again tonight, and I decided to write a poem for you.
Even if you write badly, even if you are far from home, you will never read it. ...
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream.
Don't be surprised that he dreamed for no reason. Your beloved daughter folded it with tears in her eyes.
Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.
2. Homesickness
Modern: Yu Guangzhong
When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp.
I'm here and my mother is there.
When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket.
I'm here and the bride is there.
Later, homesickness became a temporary grave.
I'm outside and my mother is inside.
Now, homesickness is a shallow strait.
I am here and the mainland is there.
3. This life
Modern: Yu Guangzhong
My most forgetful cry is twice,
Once, at the beginning of my life,
Once, at the end of your life.
The first time, I don't remember,
I heard what you said,
The second time, you don't know.
It's no use telling me.
But between these two cries,
There is endless laughter,
Time and time again,
Reverberated for 30 years,
You know, I remember.
4. Oh, Mom
Author: Shu Ting
Your pale fingertips touch my temple,
I can't help it, just like when I was a child,
Hold on to your skirt.
Oh, mom,
In order to keep your aging figure,
Although the morning light cuts dreams into smoke,
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf,
Afraid that cleaning will make it,
Lose your unique warmth.
Oh, mom,
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless,
I'm afraid my memory will disappear,
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now with the crown of thorns,
I dare not,
I dare not moan.
Oh, mom,
I often look up at your photos sadly,
Even if the call can penetrate the loess.
How dare I disturb your sleep,
I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.
Although I have written many songs,
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Oh, mom,
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
Not rapids, not waterfalls,
It's a dry well, and I can't sing in the shade of flowers and trees.
5. Golden Flower
Modern Tagore
If I become a golden flower,
For fun,
Growing on tall branches,
Swinging in the air with a grin,
Dancing on the new leaves again,
Mom,
Will you know me?
If you shout:
"son,
Where are you? "
I was snickering there,
Without a word.
3. Modern maternal love poems
Mom! The wind and rain came, and the birds hid in the nest; The storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms.
If the creator has only one blissful promise of eternal life, I will sincerely beg: "I am in my mother's arms, my mother is in the boat, my mother!" " Put aside your sadness and let me sink into your arms. Only you are the destination of my soul. Xiaohua also wants to look up and thank the love of spring. However, her deep kindness finally silenced her.
Mom! Were you that spring? Earth, my mother Author: Guo Moruo Earth, my mother! It's dawn. You held the baby in your arms and shook it. Now I'm climbing on your back. Earth, my mother! I took me with me in this paradise.
You are still in the ocean, playing some music to soothe my soul. Earth, my mother! I used to, now and in the future, eat you, wear you and live with you. How can I repay your kindness? Earth, my mother! From now on, I don't want to live at home often. I will always show my filial piety to you in the open air.
Earth, my mother! What I envy is your dutiful son, the farmer in that field. They are the nannies of all mankind, and you will always take care of them. Earth, my mother! What I envy is your dutiful son, the worker in the charcoal pit. They are Prometheus of all mankind, and you always hug them.
Earth, my mother! I think except farmers and workers, everyone is the black sheep and grandson, and I am also your black sheep and grandson. Earth, my mother! I envy all the plants, my compatriots and your descendants, who enjoy their lives freely, independently and healthily with the land.
Earth, my mother! I envy all animals, especially earthworms-I just don't envy the birds in the air: they want to fly in the air without you. Earth, my mother! I don't want to fly in the air, I don't want to ride a car, ride a horse, wear socks and shoes, I just want to go barefoot and be blind with you forever.
Earth, my mother! You are my real witness. I don't believe that you are just a bubble of dreams. I don't believe that I am just an ignorant person. Earth, my mother! We were all born in Yi Yin. I don't believe there is a father in heaven.
Earth, my mother! I think everything in the universe is your incarnation: thunder is the sound of your breathing, and rain and snow are the soaring of your blood. Earth, my mother! I think the ethereal celestial sphere is just a mirror of your makeup. The sun during the day and the moon shadow at night are just your own virtual shadow in the bright mirror.
Earth, my mother! I think all the planets in the sky that day were just virtual shadows of our biological eyeballs; I only believe that you are proof of sex. Earth, my mother! In the past, I was just a baby without knowledge. I only know that I long for your kindness. I don't know your kindness, and I don't know how to repay it.
Earth, my mother! From now on, I know your kindness. I drink a glass of water, I know it's your milk and my life soup. Earth, my mother! I listened to all the voices and smiled. I know this is your song, especially to comfort my soul.
Earth, my mother! Everything in front of me is floating vividly. I know it's your dance, especially to comfort my soul. Earth, my mother! I feel the fragrance and color of everything, and I know it's a gift from you, especially to comfort my soul.
Earth, my mother! My soul is your soul. I will strengthen my soul and repay your kindness. Earth, my mother! From now on, I will repay your kindness. I know you love me, but you still have to work for me. I will learn from your work and never stop! Earth, my mother! From now on, I will repay your kindness. I will raise myself and my brothers and sisters with my own blood.
Earth, my mother! The sun in the sky, the shadow in your mirror, shines brightly in the sky. From now on, I will also shine my inner light in all directions. Dayan and my nanny Ai Qing Dayan are my nanny.
Her name is the name of the village where she was born She is a child bride, Dayanhe, my nanny. I am the son of the landlord; He is also the son of Dayan River, and grew up eating Dayan River's milk.
Dayanhe raised me in her family. I was raised by your milk. Dayanhe, my nanny. Dayan River, I saw the snow today, which reminds me of you: your grassy grave under the pressure of snow, the dead Wafi under the eaves of your closed former residence, your garden pawned by a square foot, the mossy stone chair in front of your door, Dayan River, I saw the snow today, which reminds me of you.
You hold me in your arms with your big palm and touch me; After you set up the stove, after you took off the charcoal ash from the apron, after you tasted the rice and cooked it, after you put the black sauce bowl on the black table, after you mended the clothes cut by thorns on the hillside of your sons, after you wrapped the hands of the children cut by wooden knives, after you strangled the lice on their shirts one by one, after you picked up the first egg today. I am the landlord's son. After I finished eating all the milk in Dayan River, my parents took me home.
Ah, Dayanhe, why are you crying? I'm a new guest at my parents' house! I touched the furniture carved with red paint. I touched the golden pattern on my parents' bed. I just looked at the plaque I didn't recognize on the eaves. I touched the silk and shell buttons of the newly changed clothes. I looked at my unfamiliar sister in my mother's arms. I sat on a painted kang stool with a brazier. I ate three times of ground rice. I was so embarrassed. Because of me, I became a new guest at my parents' house. Dayanhe, in order to make a living, after she sucked the milk dry, she began to work with her arms around me; She smiled and washed our clothes. With a smile on her face, she went to the frozen pond near the village with a vegetable basket. With a smile on her face, she cut radish with ice chips. With a smile on her face, she took out the wheat that the pig ate with her hand.
4. Five ancient and modern maternal love poems.
Li Shangyin who sent his mother home.
I was trapped in prison when I parked the car.
Feeling from this, sadness and tears stuck in the throat.
Fang's mother is seriously ill and wants to be a famous doctor.
The bus is very urgent today, so it is difficult to stop!
Motherly love has nothing to report, what can life expect!
Wang Anshi
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.
Mu Yi Niruizhuo
The river is too wide to sail, so I don't know if it is safe.
When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more!
Mo Xuantu Wang Mian
The first part Xuan Mo Tu
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.
The second part is Xuan Mo Tu.
Hemerocallis is born in Beitang, and its color is fresh and good.
What if I drink too much?
Is the son of man filial to his heart in honor and love?
It rained and frosted last night, and the river was old.
The wanderer didn't return, and his heart was pounding.
Who is Han Yu's son?
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 as if I'm here to deliver it?
Empty sikong rabbit
A mother failed to teach, and three yuan was sent to the kettle.
Shao Yunyun vulgar stop Yao color, Luan River low flying brush treasure furnace.
5. Modern poems of maternal love
mother
Author: love
Mother is as humble as moss,
Solemn as the morning light,
As soft as the voice of Jiangnan,
Hard as a thousand years of cold jade,
When I raised my eyes,
She is Hao Yue:
When I looked down,
She is a vast land.
Great maternal love
Author: Loulis
In the morning, maternal love is bathed in sunshine.
As wide as the sea, the heart slowly unfolds.
Motherly love softens the light,
Let people be in a harmonious atmosphere.
Even if we are in a deep sleep,
Maternal love is still a trickle,
Drop by drop into my heart,
Until happiness gushes out.
Motherly love is like a circle,
There is no beginning and no end.
Motherly love always extends an invisible hand,
Touch the most unforgettable string in your heart.
We need to seize every second of the rest of our lives,
Taste great maternal love!
6. Modern maternal love poems
There are many stars in the ice heart and springs.
1, paper boat-send mom
I never throw away a piece of paper,
Keep it forever.-keep it.
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I am still not discouraged, folding every day,
I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home.
This poem was written in the tone of a child. I miss my mother through the childlike action of "folding paper boats". )
2, seemingly nameless
Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hides in its nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms.
The poet vividly conveys the feelings of maternal love with vivid metaphors, which is sincere and touching. )
3、
Creator—
If in eternal life,
There is only one blissful promise,
I want to sincerely beg:
"I'm in my mother's arms,
Mom's on the boat,
The ship is at sea in the moonlight. "
This poem combines the praise of maternal love, the call for innocence and the praise of nature, creating a perfect and beautiful world. )
That's all.
7. Five Modern Motherly Love Poems
■ Poems for Mother
Author: Bing Xin
Mom, for a long time
I just want to write a poem for you.
But I wrote it many times.
I haven't written it yet
Mom, I wrote this poem for you.
I don't know how to start.
I don't know how to end it.
I don't know what to write.
It's like slapping you hard when you were a child.
I don't know whether to accept it bravely.
Or should I choose to escape?
Mom, I thought of you again tonight.
I decided to write a poem for you.
Even if it's not well written
Even if you are far from home.
Never read ...
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.
Modern Poetry Praising Motherly Love
Paper boat-Bingxin
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-Save it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still fold every day and never give up.
I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a very small boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason,
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.
Drying old clothes-(Qing) Zhou Shouchang
The robe is still there and the collar is still warm.
I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it.
Bing Xin's Paper Boat
I never throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-save it.
Fold into a boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still don't give up and fold every day.
I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan, please carry her love.
And sadness.
8. Modern maternal love poems
Rain Lane-Dai Wangshu walked alone in a long, lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. I hope to meet an aunt with a bitter fragrance.
She has the color of lilac, the fragrance of lilac and the sadness of lilac. She mourns in the rain and seems to have lost something. She seems to wander in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella like me, walking silently like me, cold and desert, sad and melancholy. She approached silently and breathed a sigh of relief. She drifted like a dream, like a dream.
Like a fragrant field floating in a dream, this girl floated from me; She walked away quietly, far away, to the broken fence and across the rainy path. In the elegy of the rain, her face faded, her fragrance dispersed and dispersed, even her sighing eyes and Ding Xiang's melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, a person lingers in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to float past an aunt with a bitter fragrance. # 1 Rain Lane-Dai Wangshu walked alone in the long and lonely rain lane with an oiled paper umbrella, hoping to meet an aunt who married Ding Xiang.
She has the color, fragrance and sadness of cloves. She mourned in the rain, and her sadness seemed to disappear. She seems to wander in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella like me, walking silently like me, cold and desert, sad and melancholy. She approached silently and breathed a sigh of relief. She drifted like a dream, like a dream.
Like a fragrant field floating in a dream, this girl floated from me; She walked away quietly, far away, to the broken fence and across the rainy path. In the elegy of the rain, her face faded, her fragrance dispersed and dispersed, even her sighing eyes and Ding Xiang's melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, a person lingers in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to float past an aunt with a bitter fragrance. Beautiful mood Author: Xi Murong If life is a speeding train, happiness and sadness are two tracks that follow me closely. All moments are very hasty and vague, unless you can stop far away and look back. Only when you look back can you get a clear and bitter feeling, so you can only ponder a good mood without regrets when it is too late. Gu Cheng: The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light! Haizi: "Spring Blooms Facing the Sea" Starting from tomorrow, be a happy person, feed horses, chop firewood and travel around the world. From tomorrow on, I care about food and vegetables. I have a house facing the sea, and it will bloom in spring from tomorrow. Write to every relative and tell them my happiness. Happy lightning told me that I would tell everyone to give every river and mountain a warm name, stranger. And I wish you a bright future. I wish you a happy life in the world. I just want to face the sea and spring blossoms. 3. Xu Zhimo: Don't leave Cambridge gently, just as I have been here gently; I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart. Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the gentle waves of Cambridge, I would like to be a water plant! That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky, broken in floating algae and precipitated a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Holding a long Artemisia, wandering back to a greener place, loading a boat with glory and singing in the glory. But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute; Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight! I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.
Beautiful meeting is an accidental meeting, and acquaintance is a kind of fate. I don't know where to meet again after saying goodbye tonight. The past is still clear and life is like a dream. I hope I will be drunk for a long time, passers-by will hurry and say goodbye sooner or later. Today, the autumn wind comes, the ancient road is long, the golden urn is full, and the years are like stars. I can't get rid of my feelings. My heart is full of the moon. I don't think about whether I can succeed in choosing a distant place. I don't think about whether I can win love if I love roses. I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me. Since the goal is the horizon, I can only leave the world a shadow. I don't think about whether the future is flat or muddy. I love everything in my life. I don't know if I still love you. If I love you, why is there such separation? I don't know if I don't love you anymore. If I don't love you, why doesn't my memory recall your smile with the flow of time? My heart is ups and downs, and everything is in the past tense. Only the night of dancing is as beautiful as before. I thought I could forget your beautiful eyes on this long trip. Cut off the lingering feelings and sadness that the autumn wind can't blow away. Who would have thought that in the end, the mountains and rivers still love, and your figure is still behind you and in front. Have you forgotten me? Otherwise, why haven't you heard from each other? Why else do you cherish me? Otherwise, why does a smile always decorate my dreams and leave beautiful fantasies? Are we destined to meet only at the source? Do we miss the future left by the years? If you are not happy enough, don't frown. Life is short. Why cultivate bitterness? Open the dusty doors and windows, and let the sunshine and rain cover every corner. Vilen, who is heading for life, let the wind iron his forehead, make it wide, dilute his sorrow, and dark color can cover light color. You have no reason to be depressed because of autumn, and you have no reason to be proud because of spring. Colors are not as bright as spring, and spring is not as strong as autumn. A silent gesture of oil painting is enough to fascinate the world, not only because it is a sacred statue, but also because it is a revelation, an enlightenment and a modernity.