1. What are the poems that describe mothers' treatment of their children?
1. "The Wandering Son's Song"
Meng Jiao in the Tang Dynasty
The thread in the hands of a loving mother, Wanderer's shirt.
Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
2. "Mo Xuan Tu·Part 1"
Wang Mian of the Yuan Dynasty
The bright day lily flowers grow under the north hall.
The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom?
A loving mother leans on her door with love, but a wanderer’s journey is painful.
The sweet messages are sparse every day, and the sound and questions are blocked every day.
Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the wise birds singing.
3. "Mother Farewell Son"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Mother bids farewell to son, son bids farewell to mother, crying bitterly in the absence of light during the day.
The general of Kansai Hsiliers, who defeated Xin Ce Xun last year.
The imperial edict gave two million in money, and Luoyang welcomed people like flowers.
New people welcome and old people abandon them, the lotus in the palm is a thorn in the eye.
It is not enough to be sad to welcome the new and abandon the old. It is sad to leave two children in your family.
My mother and son have been separated for a long time because of the new Yanwan of your couple.
It is not as good as the crows and magpies in the forest. The mother does not lose her young, the male and the female.
It should be like the peach and plum trees in the garden, the flowers falling on the branches with the wind.
Newbies, newbies, listen to my words, Luoyang Unlimited Red Mansion Girl.
I hope that the general will be able to perform meritorious service again, and that there will be new people better than you.
4. "Farewell to My Mother"
Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren
Pulling up the curtains and worshiping my mother, I went to the river beam, and my eyes were dry 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.
5. Send Zhang Shenming's scriptures and imperial examinations to Jingzhou Province
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
In the fifteenth year of Caiyi, Cheng Huan was in front of his loving mother.
Xiaolian paid tribute every year, and went to Qinchuan with oranges in his arms.
Among the four candidates, Xu Zhongxuan was the middle doctor.
Who wouldn’t admire the gods while boating on the river? 2. An ancient poem about maternal love for children
"The Wandering Son's Song" Meng Jiao's loving mother's hands are threaded, and the wandering boy's clothes are tightly sewed before leaving, fearing that he will be late to return. Whoever says nothing about grass will be rewarded three times Chunhui. "Yan Poems Revealed to Liu Sou" selected Bai Juyi as the young girl, when Gao Fei carried her mother. My parents thought about it at that time, and you should know it today. "Fifteen" Wang Anshi sent his mother to Han ditch, leaving Bai Han at home. Moon. I heard about Du Yu in the Ming Dynasty, and the north and the south were always concerned. "Arrived Home at the End of the Year" Jiang Shiquan loved his son endlessly, and was very happy to return home. His cold clothes were densely stitched, and the ink marks on his letters home were fresh. When he met, he pitied his thin body, and called his son to ask about his hardships. He hung low and felt ashamed of his son, Dare not sigh in the wind and dust. "Remembering the Father" Song Lingyun Wu Shu Yanyun broke the ruler book, how can we hate the two places so far away? The dream soul is not afraid of the distance to Chang'an, and I have ridden in the wind several times to ask about my daily life. "Remembering My Mother" Yu Gong's clothes were wet with tears of reed flowers after the frost fell, and his gray head no longer leaned on the firewood leaf. In the yellow plum rain in May last year, Zeng Dian returned home buying rice in his cassock. "Remembering My Mother" by Ni Ruixuan The river is so vast that it is difficult for me to cross it, and I don’t know whether it is safe or not. In the dark, I shed tears of longing for my dear ones, and I only fear that I will shed more tears for my children! Hope to adopt it, thank you! ! . 3. What are the proverbs and poems about mothers caring about their children?
Wandering Zi Yin·Meng Jiao
A loving mother has thread in her hands, and a wandering boy wears clothes.
Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
Showing old clothes
The 30-year-old silk robe still exists, although the collar is torn but still warm.
The seams are too heavy to be removed, and there are traces of the old threads of a loving mother
"Arrived Home at the End of the Year" by Chiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty
The love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home. Chen.
The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are fresh with ink marks.
When we meet, I pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships.
I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust.
"Mother Farewell Son" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Mother bids farewell to son, son bids farewell to mother, crying bitterly in the day without light.
The general of Kansai Hsiliers, who defeated Xin Ce Xun last year.
The imperial edict gave two million in money, and Luoyang welcomed people like flowers.
New people welcome and old people abandon them, the lotus in the palm is a thorn in the eye.
It is not enough to be sad to welcome the new and abandon the old. It is sad to leave two children in your family.
My mother and son have been separated for a long time because of the new Yanwan of your couple.
It is not as good as the crows and magpies in the forest. The mother does not lose her young, the male and the female.
It should be like the peach and plum trees in the garden, the flowers falling on the branches with the wind.
Newbies, newbies, listen to my words, Luoyang Unlimited Red Mansion Girl.
I hope that the general will be able to perform meritorious service again, and that there will be new people better than you.
There is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, and that is the call of mother. ——Dante
All the glory and pride in the world come from the mother. ——Gorky
My mother has everything going well at home. ——Alcott
The love between mother and child is the most sacred emotion in the world.
—— Alexandre Dumas
The most beautiful voice people hear comes from their mother, from their hometown, and from heaven. ——William Brown 4. Poems describing a mother's concern for her son in winter
Someone once asked me this question: "What is the greatest love in the world?" At that time, I just shook my head, because I simply don't know and can't answer.
And now I can simply answer, that is "maternal love". In my eyes, mother is the greatest and most holy love. Maternal love is selfless and does not ask for anything in return.
I was brought into this world by my mother. She coaxed me in her arms when I was a child. Now my mother encourages me to study hard and serve the motherland when I grow up. Mother is great. Last summer, I got sick and the sun was shining brightly. My mother took me to the hospital to see a doctor.
When I arrived at the hospital, my mother was sweating profusely. She hurriedly registered and took me upstairs to see a doctor. My mother came home and cooked medicine for me in the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen, ah! It's so hot! I really can't stand it.
I saw my mother was sweating, and I said: "Mom, you go out to cool down first, and then come back to cook the medicine, okay?" My mother said: "Son, my mother knows your mood and wants me to go out. Cool down for a while, no need, you can drink it early, mom will be relieved. Maternal love is deep, contains rich emotions, and contains endless thoughts; maternal love is endless, it blooms with countless flowers, and it floats endlessly. The fragrance of flowers; maternal love is great, it contains profound meaning, it brews you and me.
There is a very familiar lyric: "Only mothers are good in the world, and a mother's child is like a treasure. A motherless child is like grass. "Ah!!! How great maternal love is! I want to study hard and repay my mother for her kindness in raising me.
Guo Jiazheng, Class 5 (1), Qinglong Street Primary School, Jinan City, nestled warmly against her mother I had nothing to do after dinner, so I picked up a newspaper and flipped through it casually. Suddenly, a piece of news came into my eyes, Mother's Day! Looking carefully, the second Sunday of May every year is Mother's Day, isn't it tomorrow? I trembled, and I couldn't help but feel my heart surge. I had so many thoughts, and waves of heat poured into my heart, hitting my heart one after another. My mind was suffocating and it was hard to calm down. I also have a white-haired man. My old mother! I don’t know if it’s because of my cocooned mentality or lack of filial piety, but I haven’t seen my old mother who is so far away for a long time.
It’s the dead of night and everything is silent. My heart is still restless and my thoughts are wandering. I make a cup of strong tea and light a cigarette. I huddle quietly and tiredly in a corner of the dark shabby room, slowly tasting the strong tea and leisurely sucking on the cigarette. The smoke haphazardly turned into wisps of light filament rings, one after another, spreading out and filling the small indoor space. Through the gaps in the window lattice, it turned into light clouds and flew away, and the immersed thoughts also followed. The waves sublimate and become elegant, and the soul is allowed to escape from the body and wander away in confusion. Through the deep, dark, empty and silent night sky, the soul and thoughts slowly gather together and wander heavily. Falling and returning, people seem to return to the intimate and familiar room in the courtyard of their hometown, standing and nestling next to their mother. The old mother's white hair is stooped and thin, her face is full of wrinkles and is full of warmth. She gazed at her son lovingly, and she was so comfortable and happy, shedding sweet tears from the bottom of her heart, murmuring kindly to herself, asking this and that, talking over and over again.
A son will never grow up in his mother's eyes, a son will never be sensible in his mother's eyes, and a son will never take care of himself in his mother's eyes. My son will always be so silly in the eyes of his mother, his son will always be his mother's darling, his son will always be his mother's baby, and his son will always be his mother's son, no matter how good his son is in the outside world. You are excellent and capable, you are so beautiful, you are so mature and charming, but your mother will always be the one who cares most about you, even if you are already seventy or eighty years old and have a family full of children and grandchildren.
Mother is the hotbed of warmth and attachment for your son, and your mother is your son's warmth. The hot quilt and the hot bed of the mother are the son's most comfortable territory. The mother's kindness and kindness are always the source of happiness for the son. From the time he can remember, he always begs for the sweetest and most delicious food when his mother comes back from going out. Even in the most difficult years, mothers would rather go hungry and wear single clothes that can hardly keep out the cold, but they will also let their babies be well fed and clothed, and they will always have new clothes during the New Year.
Her son’s laughter and crying are the most satisfying and heart-wrenching thing for a mother. In my family, no matter how difficult and difficult the years are and how tight the economy is, even in those days when we can’t eat steamed buns all year round, my mother will be there every year. On the 27th of the wax lunar month, we will steam lots of tempting white-flour steamed buns for us brothers and sisters, and we are guaranteed to make fragrant white rice and braised pork stew for us at noon on New Year’s Eve to keep us brothers and sisters happy. The belly was full of food, and it still makes me salivate when I think about it.
For this reason, my mother has been ridiculed and ridiculed by many village women. How many people say that my mother will not live a wasteful life? Because other families’ New Year steamed buns are first steamed on the 29th of the lunar month or the 30th of the Lunar New Year.
I think only I can understand the mystery of my mother's feelings and love. This habit continues in my family to this day. Although every day is as good as the Chinese New Year, my mother is still so stubborn and persistent.
When I was a child, I could only help my mother turn on the bellows and light the fire. Now that I have a gas stove, I can only sit on the head of my mother’s hot pit without doing anything else, snuggled up to my mother’s side warmly. I enjoy the comfort given to me by maternal love like a fairy, slowly taste the greedy memories that maternal love brought me into my childhood, and feel the warmest and deepest affection in maternal love. Mother! You have worked hard and have worked hard for your children all your life. Your unfilial son takes advantage of this most solemn festival to present to you the most fragrant, warm and noble carnation in the world! Heaven testifies! My son will never forget your kindness! My childhood was like a shooting star in the sky, bright but quickly dissipated; my youth was like running water, passing away without a trace. Now, as a young man, I am suffering in real life like a fried dough stick.
My mother, who was born, grew up and raised her children in the countryside, never knew that May would be her birthday and that of all mothers in the world. She also didn’t know that carnations represented What are you wearing? At this time, the bayberry trees in my hometown responded. 5. What are the poems about "Mother cares about her children"
1. "The Wandering Son's Song" Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao The thread in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes on the wandering boy's body.
Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light.
Translation: A loving mother uses the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her son who is traveling far away. Before leaving, I sewed it stitch by stitch, fearing that my son would come back late and the clothes would be damaged.
Who dares to say that children with filial piety as weak as Xiaocao can repay the kindness of Chunhui Puze? 2. "Jiang Mu" Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi The general's mother went to Hangou and left her family in the shade of white silk. When the moon comes out and Du Yu is heard, the north and the south are always concerned.
Translation: When my mother heard the sound of cuckoos on a full moon night, she thought of her son who was away from home. Although the north and south were separated, she still cared about her deeply. 3. "Poetry on Swallows Revealed to Liu Sou" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi There are two swallows on the beam, a male and a female.
Between the two rafters holding mud, four children were born in one nest. The four children have long days and long nights, and they are asking for food diligently.
Caterpillars are difficult to catch, and the yellow mouth has no period of satiety. Although the claws are eager to be worn out, the mind is not tired.
After a while, I am afraid that I will be hungry in the nest. After thirty days of hard work, the mother becomes thinner and the chick becomes fatter.
Mutter the teaching words and brush the sweaters one by one. Once its wings are fully fledged, it leads up to the branches of the garden.
Lift your wings without looking back, and fly in all directions with the wind. The male and female scream in the air, but they never come back.
But I went into an empty nest, chirping sadly all night long. Yan Yan, don't be sad, you should go back and think about yourself.
Si'er is a young bird, flying high and carrying his mother on his back. My parents thought about it then, but you should know it today.
Translation: A pair of swallows came up from the roof beam, flying gracefully, one male and one female. She built a nest between the rafters with mud in her mouth, and four baby swallows were born in one nest.
The four baby swallows grew up day and night, and their cries for food could not be stopped. Cat caterpillars are not easy to catch, and the yellow-mouthed swallows never seem to have enough to eat.
The two swallows grasped with their claws and held them in their mouths, exhausting their strength and working tirelessly. After a while, I went back and forth ten times, and I was worried that the little swallows in the nest would be hungry.
After thirty days of hard work, I lost weight in the mother swallow and fattened the chicks. Nunan kept teaching Xiaoyan their pronunciation and grooming them one by one.
As soon as Xiaoyan's feathers grew plump, she was attracted to the branches in the courtyard. She never looked back and flew away in all directions with the wind. The male and female swallows screamed in the air, even though they were hoarse, they couldn't call back.
I had to go back to the empty nest and scream all night long! Old swallows, don't lament. You should think back to the past: think about the time when you were baby swallows, and you also flew away and abandoned your parents. How much your parents missed you at that time, you should experience it today! 4. "Mother Farewell Son" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi Mother bids farewell to son, son bids farewell to mother, the sun is dim and the sound of crying is painful. The general of the Kansai Hussars, Xin Ce Xun was defeated last year.
The imperial edict gave two million in money, and Luoyang welcomed people like flowers. New people are welcomed and old people are abandoned, the lotus in the palm is a thorn in the eye.
It is not enough to be sad to welcome the new and abandon the old. It is sad to leave two children in your family. At first, he was helping to walk, and at the same time, he was sitting. He cried while sitting and held people's clothes while walking.
My mother and son have been separated for a long time because of the new Yanwan of your couple. It is not as good as the crows and magpies in the forest, the mother does not lose her young, the male and the female.
It should be like the peach and plum trees in the garden, the flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newbies, newbies, listen to my words, Luoyang Unlimited Red Mansion Girl.
I hope that the general will be able to perform meritorious service again, and that there will be new people better than you. Translation: Mother bids farewell to her son, and son bids farewell to her mother. The sunshine during the day seems to have lost its luster due to sadness, and the cries are filled with infinite misery.
The family lives in Chang'an, Kansai. The husband holds a high position as a general. He made military exploits last year and was awarded a knighthood. He also received a reward of two million yuan, so he married a beautiful bride in Luoyang.
When the bride is not satisfied, she asks her husband to abandon her; she is the lotus in his palm, but I am the thorn in their eyes. It is a common thing in the world to like the new and dislike the old. This is not a tragedy in the first place, so I will pack my bags and leave helplessly.
But sadly, there are two biological children left at her husband's house.
One is just able to walk while holding on to the edge of the bed, and the other is just able to sit up.
The sitting child cries, and the walking child holds my clothes. You and your wife were happily married, but we were separated for life and death, never to see each other again.
At this moment, I feel unspeakable sorrow in my heart. Human beings are not as ruthless as the black magpie in the forest. The mother bird never leaves her chicks, and the male bird always protects them. This scene is like the peach tree in the back garden. The petals that once covered the flower house have fallen with the wind, and the young fruits will still hang on the tips and have experienced frost, snow, rain and dew.
Newbies, newbies, listen to me, there are countless beauties in red mansions in Luoyang. I hope the general will accomplish some great feats in the future and marry a bride more beautiful than you.
5. "Mo Xuan Tu·Part 1" Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian Bright day lily flowers grow under the north hall. The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom? A loving mother leans on her door with love, but a wanderer's journey is painful.
The sweet messages are sparse every day, and the sound and questions are blocked every day. Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise bird.
Translation: The brilliant day lily flowers grow under the Beitang. The south wind is blowing the day lily, and for whom is it swaying to reveal its fragrance? The kind mother leans against the door and looks forward to her child, but the wanderer on a long journey is so miserable! The support of the parents is alienated every day, and the news of the children cannot be reached every day.
I looked up at a cloud forest, heard the cry of the wise bird, and felt ashamed to miss her. 6. Poems about mothers missing their sons
Ziyin (Meng Jiao)
Meng Jiao
The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wanderer.
Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
Notes:
1. Inch of grass: metaphor is very small.
2. Sanchunhui: Sanchun refers to Mengchun, Zhongchun and Jichun in spring; Hui means sunshine; it describes maternal love like the warm spring sunshine.
Rhyme translation:
The kind mother holds needle and thread in her hand.
Make new clothes for the children who will travel far away.
Before leaving, she was busy sewing tightly.
She was worried that her child would never come back.
Who can say that a little bit of filial piety like Xiaocao can repay the kindness of a loving mother like Chunhui?
Writing background and analysis:
Meng Jiao (751~814), whose courtesy name was Dongye, was from Wukang, Huzhou (now Deqing, Zhejiang). In his early years, he failed many attempts and wandered north and south, settling in Suzhou.
He lived in embarrassment all his life, and did not get the humble position of a lieutenant in Liyang County until he was fifty years old. Naturally, the poet did not take such a small official to heart, and still indulged in singing about landscapes. His official duties were somewhat neglected, so the county magistrate only gave him half a salary. The author's own note under the title of this article is: "Written on the occasion of welcoming his mother in Li", which must have been written when he was an official in Liyang. The poem kindly and sincerely eulogizes an ordinary and great human beauty - maternal love, which has aroused the screams of countless readers and has been popular for thousands of years.
The deep maternal love bathes the children all the time. However, for Meng Jiao, a wanderer who has been homeless all year round, the most memorable thing is the painful moment of separation between mother and son. This poem describes the ordinary scene of a loving mother sewing at such a time, but it expresses the poet's deep inner emotions. The first two sentences, "The thread in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes on a wanderer's body" are actually two phrases, not two sentences. Written in this way, it highlights the two most common things from people to things, and writes about the flesh and blood of mother and child depending on each other. feeling. The next two sentences describe the person's movements and moods, focusing the pen and ink on the loving mother. At this moment before leaving, the old mother was stitching and stitching so finely. She was afraid that her son would never come home, so she wanted to sew the clothes to be stronger. In fact, the old man was really looking forward to his son's safe return as soon as possible! The deep affection of a loving mother is revealed in the smallest details of daily life. Simple, natural, friendly and touching. There are neither words nor tears here, but pure love overflows from this common scene, touching the heartstrings of every reader, making people cry, and arousing the cordial association and deep remembrance of children all over the world.
The last two sentences, based on the intuition of the person involved, reveal a deeper meaning: "Whoever speaks from the heart will be rewarded with three rays of spring." "Who speaks" is sometimes written as "who knows" and "who knows" Who will", in fact, according to the poetic meaning, it is better to say "who will say". The poet asked a rhetorical question, which is particularly meaningful. These two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences, a comparison of popular images, and a suspenseful contrast, expressing the fierce affection of the child: for the mother's love as rich and generous as the sunshine in spring, how can the children who are just like grass repay the love in case? Woolen cloth. It really has the meaning of "the virtue you want to repay, Haotian will not do anything", and the feelings are so honest and sincere.
This is an ode to maternal love. When the poet was frustrated in his official career, he experienced the harshness of the world and suffered from poverty and sorrow all his life, so he became increasingly aware of the value of family affection. "Poetry comes from the heart, and the heart often feels sad" (Su Shi's "Reading Meng Jiao's Poems"). Although this poem has no paintings or carvings, it is fresh and smooth, simple and bland, which shows the rich and mellow poetic flavor.
This poem was written in Liyang. During the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, two Liyang people recited this poem: "The basket is full of empty letters, and the mother line is still lingering" (Shi Qisheng's "Writing Hues"); "There are always so many tears that stain my hands while sewing" (Peng Gui's "Brother Jianchu came to the capital to visit relatives and was very happy"). It can be seen that the profound impression left by "Wandering Zi Yin" on people will last forever.
This is an ode to maternal love. The poem eulogizes the great human beauty—maternal love—kindly and sincerely.
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In the first two sentences of the poem, the people written about are mother and son, and the things written about are thread and clothes, but they point out the flesh-and-blood feelings of mother and son who depend on each other for life. . The middle two sentences focus on the loving mother's movements and attitudes, showing the mother's deep love for her son. Although there are no words or tears, it is full of pure love, gripping and making people cry. The last two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences. They use popular metaphors to express the fiery feelings of a child. How can we repay the maternal love like spring and the children like grass?
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The whole poem has neither gorgeous words nor clever embellishments. It is full of rich and mellow poetic flavor and sincere feelings in the fresh, smooth, simple and plain language. It has touched the heartstrings of many readers for thousands of years and caused thousands of wanderers to scream.