1.5 verses of gratitude to mother
1. "The Wandering Son's Song" Mengjiao, Tang Dynasty
The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the wandering boy's body. Before leaving, there is a tight gap,
I am afraid that I will return later. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light.
2. "Farewell to My Mother" by Huang Zhongze of the Qing Dynasty
Pulling up the curtains to pay homage to my mother and going to the river beam, I will be worried for a long time and my eyes will dry up 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.
3. "Tenth Five Years" King Anshi of the Song Dynasty
He sent his mother to Han ditch and left Bai Hanyin at home. When the moon comes out and Du Yu is heard, the north and the south are always concerned.
4. "Arrived Home at the End of the Year" by Jiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty
My love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are freshly inked.
When we meet, I pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships. I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust.
5. "Great Night Works" by Tang Gaoshi
The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest's heart becomes desolate. Tonight, I miss my hometown thousands of miles away, and I am worried about another year ahead of tomorrow. 2. Thanks to my mother.
1. "The Wandering Son's Song" Mengjiao, Tang Dynasty
The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the wandering boy's body. Before leaving, there is a tight gap,
I am afraid that I will return later. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light.
2. "Farewell to My Mother" by Huang Zhongze of the Qing Dynasty
Pulling up the curtains to pay homage to my mother and going to the river beam, I will be worried for a long time and my eyes will dry up 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.
3. "Tenth Five Years" King Anshi of the Song Dynasty
He sent his mother to Han ditch and left Bai Hanyin at home. When the moon comes out and Du Yu is heard, the north and the south are always concerned.
4. "Arrived Home at the End of the Year" by Jiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty
My love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are freshly inked.
When we meet, I pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships. I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust.
5. "Mother Farewell Son" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Mother bids farewell to son, son bids farewell to mother, crying bitterly in the dark of day.
The general of the Kansai Hsing Cavalry, he captured 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 wife.
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.
6. "Motherly Love" by Yang Weizhen of the Yuan Dynasty
A loving mother loves her young, and Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince.
The steps of the dragon and the tiger change day by day, and the dog follows the eagle and follows the trend.
Isn’t there a child six feet below the knee? Ah Zhao and Amei are not crotches.
The ghost lights are blurry at night, and the heavy snow is falling.
If hundreds of officials don’t hold Dong Hu’s pen, how can an orphan and a widower call her husband?
Suddenly, a silver pillar ax was pierced on the ground in front of the bed, causing trouble for the books in the golden cabinet of King Han.
7. "Mo Xuan Tu" Mian Wangmian 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.
8. "Whose Son" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
Whose son is neither crazy nor crazy? He went to the king's house to praise the Taoist priest.
The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, rolling up the broken sleeves of her shirt and leaving them in place.
The bride with green eyebrows was twenty years old, and she was driven home and cried through the city.
Perhaps Yun wanted to learn how to play Feng Sheng, and admired Ling Fei as much as Xiao Shi.
It is also said that the customs of the time are too light on the ordinary, and people try their best to obtain noble positions through dangerous and strange methods.
Although there are legends about gods, those who know them will know that they are delusional.
A sage, a king, and a virtuous person can be deceived, but why should he die in a poor mountain?
Oh my brother, Yu Xincheng, I am willing to teach you from beginning to end.
It is not too late to punish him if he does not punish him.
Whoever has sympathy for his friends and relatives can write this poem to me as a gift.
9. "Dan Ge Xing" by Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty
When a person is born, the sun begins to rise. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain quickly.
Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, the night will be strong for half a day.
Singing and dancing must be done early. Yesterday is better than today.
People think that men and women are good at birth, but they don’t know that men and women make people grow old.
Short song line, no music.
10. "Answers on behalf of an old man from Beizhou" by Zhang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The old man went to Beizhou with a salary, and when he looked north to his hometown, he was worried about the visitors.
He said that the old man had three sons, and two of them died in the yellow sand.
Now that the children have grown up, they will be drafted again next year after hearing the news.
I know for sure that this separation will be scattered, and it is not as good as being together in death and life.
Lend your fields and houses to your neighbors, and return to your hometown alone.
No one knows how hard it is to have more descendants in this lifetime.
It is said that the emperor respects martial arts and vegetables, 3. Poems about gratitude for maternal love
Poems about gratitude for maternal love
1: There is no selfless, self-sacrificing maternal love Without help, the child's mind will be a desert.
2: Maternal love is like a needle thread. As long as there is a small pinhole, it will flow like spring water and infiltrate your lonely, tired and even scarred heart.
3: The mother in memory! My dearest lover, you are all my joy and all my friendship.
4: The love of a loving mother leaning against the door makes the wanderer suffer on the road. The sweet taste is sparse every day, and the sound is blocked every day. ——"Mo Xuan Tu" Yuan Wangmian
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 not for retribution. 〖汉〗Liu An
7: Maternal love is a drop of nectar, kissing the dry soil. It uses the warmth of drizzle and the perseverance of diamonds to look forward to the fertility of the shining soil; maternal love is not life. It is not a freezing point in the world, but a flowing river, which creates the beautiful emotional scenery in our lives.
8: Mother’s love, you are like the warm sunshine in spring, and you are also like the big tree of mother-in-law. You allow me to bathe in the bright spring light, and you are protected by the green shade of the big tree, just like the grass. Thrive.
9: Motherly love is such a strong, selfish, and feverish emotion that occupies our entire heart. (Duncan)
10: Mother's love is a huge flame. (Romain Rolland)
11: Motherly love, love for young children, Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince. The steps of the dragon and the tiger change day by day, and the dog and the eagle follow each other in different directions. ——"Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen
12: Maternal love is generous. She sprinkled her love on the spring dew and the autumn frost; she left it for the morning sun and the dusk mist; The baby was given to the orphan; but she was the only one who forgot about herself. Maternal love has no boundaries of strangers, regions, or races. Maternal love is the collective love of "the child or the child and the child of the person", and there is no way for everyone to know it. Maternal love is the source of consideration, comfort, tolerance, understanding, kindness, and kindness.
13: The white-headed old mother covers the door and cries, and the sleeves of her shirt are left unbroken. 〖Tang〗Han Yu 4. Gratitude poems with flowers
Bing Xin's "Lotus Leaf Mother".
Lotus Leaf Mother
My father’s friend gave us two vats of lotus flowers, one red and one white, both of which were placed in the yard.
For eight years, I have not seen lotus flowers in the yard - but in the garden of my hometown, there are many; not only those with parallel stems, but also those with three stems and four stems. red lotus.
On a moonlit night nine years ago, my grandfather and I were enjoying the cool air in the garden. My grandfather smiled and said to me: "When the Sandilium first bloomed in our garden, you three sisters happened to be added to our big family. Everyone was happy and said they had accepted the flowers."
I heard the heavy rain in the middle of the night, and when I woke up early it was a cloudy day, which made me feel a little bored. When I looked out from the window, the white lotus had withered, and its white petals were scattered in the water like small boats. Only a small lotus pod and a few light yellow flower whiskers are left on the stem. That red lotus was in full bloom last night, but this morning it was in full bloom, standing tall and graceful among the green leaves.
Still uncomfortable! ——After wandering for a while, there was thunder outside the window, and then the heavy rain came, getting heavier and heavier. The red lotus was knocked sideways by the dense raindrops. Under the unshielded sky, I didn't dare to go downstairs, and I couldn't even think about it.
Calling to my mother in the room, I quickly walked over and sat next to her. When I turned around, I suddenly saw a big lotus leaf next to the red lotus. It slowly tilted down and was covering the red lotus. . . .My restless mood is gone!
The rain did not subside, but the red lotus stopped shaking. The raindrops kept falling, and only some weak water drops gathered on the brave and compassionate lotus leaves.
I was deeply moved in my heart - Mother! You are a lotus leaf and I am a red lotus. When the raindrops in my heart come, except you, who is my shelter under the unobstructed sky? 5. Verses of thanksgiving to mother
1. A loving mother relies on her door to love her, but a wanderer’s journey is difficult. ——Wang Mian's "Mo Xuan Tu"
Translation: The kind mother leans on the door and looks forward to her child, but the wanderer who travels far away is so miserable!
2. I am ashamed of my son and dare not sigh in the dust. ——Jiang Shiquan's "Returning Home at the End of the Year"
Translation: Mother, my son is already ashamed of you and will not have the heart to tell you about the troubles he suffered while wandering abroad.
3. When I arrived, my parents knew that they were going to be separated from each other, so they wore heavy clothes as if they were going to die. ——Wang Jian's "Crossing the Liao River"
Translation: Leaving Xianyang, the journey to Liao River is five thousand miles long. Before leaving home, my parents already knew that they would be separated by a vast sea and it would be difficult to get together again in this life.
4. Pulling up the curtains and worshiping the mother river, I will worry about it and see the tears dry up in my eyes.
——Huang Jingren's "Farewell to My Mother"
Translation: Because I was going to Heliang to make a living, I lifted up the curtains and reluctantly said goodbye to my elderly mother. I couldn't help crying when I saw the gray-haired old mother. On and on, the tears dried up.
5. The white-headed old mother covers the door and cries, and rolls up the sleeves of her shirt. ——Han Yu's "Whose Son"
Translation: The white-haired old mother blocked the door and cried, and she couldn't keep him even if she broke her sleeves. 6. Verses to thank mother
Verses to thank mother:
1. "The Wandering Son's Song" Mengjiao, Tang Dynasty
The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the body of the wandering son. Before leaving, there is a tight gap,
I am afraid that I will return later. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light.
2. "Farewell to My Mother" by Huang Zhongze of the Qing Dynasty
Pulling up the curtains to pay homage to my mother and going to the river beam, I will be worried for a long time and my eyes will dry up with tears.
It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have children than not to have children at this time.
3. "Tenth Five Years" King Anshi of the Song Dynasty
He sent his mother to Han ditch and left Bai Hanyin at home.
When I heard about Du Yu in the bright moon, the north and the south were always concerned.
4. "Arrived Home at the End of the Year" by Jiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty
My love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home.
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 my son and dare not sigh in the dust.
Sentences to thank mothers:
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. I wish you always be healthy and beautiful, and everything goes well.
3. Without you, there would be no me. There would be no sadness for decades of cold and summer, and no laughter for spring, summer, autumn and winter. Thank you for giving me all the good things and growth in my life.
4. Mom, I thank you for giving me life. It is you who taught me the principles of life. No matter what happens in the future, I will always love you!
5. Although you don’t show it easily, I know that you have always cared about me. 7. Poems and famous quotes about being grateful to mothers
1. "The Wandering Son" Tang Mengjiao
The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the wandering child. Before leaving, there is a tight gap,
I am afraid that I will return later. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light.
2. "Farewell to My Mother" by Huang Zhongze of the Qing Dynasty
Pulling up the curtains to pay homage to my mother and going to the river beam, I will be worried for a long time and my eyes will dry up with tears.
It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have children than not to have children at this time.
3. "Tenth Five Years" King Anshi of the Song Dynasty
He sent his mother to Han ditch and left Bai Hanyin at home. When the moon comes out and Du Yu is heard, the north and the south are always concerned.
4. "Arrived Home at the End of the Year" by Jiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty
My love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are freshly inked.
When we meet, I pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships. I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust.
I hope you will adopt it, thank you. 8. Ancient poems about being grateful to your mother
1. When the world is in chaos, I pity her as a child, but when my family is poor, I look up to my mother for her kindness. The deer gate cannot be carried, and the goose foot is in trouble. ——Du Fu, Tang Dynasty, "Qing Xing"
Translation: The world is not peaceful. Poor Jizi is still a child. His family is poor and he relies on your mother to take care of him. We were unable to evacuate with our whole family, and we didn’t know when we would be able to communicate with each other.
2. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wanderer. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light. ——Tang Mengjiao's "The Wandering Son"
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?
3. My love for my son is endless, and I will be happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are freshly inked. When I met, I felt pity for my thin body, and I called my son to ask about my hardships. I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust. ——Qing Dynasty: Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
Translation: The love for children is inexhaustible, and the happiest thing is the timely return of a wanderer. The stitches used to sew the cold clothes are densely packed, and the ink marks on the letters home are as good as new. My mother felt distressed when she saw her son losing weight, and called me to inquire about the hardships of the journey. Mother, my son is already ashamed of you and will not have the heart to tell you about the troubles he suffered while living abroad.
4. The frost wipes out the reed flowers and wets the clothes with tears, and the old man no longer leans on the firewood leaf. During the yellow plum rain last May, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice. ——Song Dynasty: "Missing Mother" by Yu Gong
Translation: How many times have I sat under the flowers and played the flute, but the red wall of the Milky Way is so far away to me. The stars in front of me are no longer the stars of last night. For whom did I stand in the wind and dew all night? The lingering feelings are like silkworm cocoons, and the lingering heart is like peeled plantains. Recalling the scene on that full moon night when she was fifteen years old, I lamented that the glass of wine in my hand could no longer eliminate the sadness in my heart.
5. Pulling up the curtains and worshiping the mother river, I will worry about it and see the tears dry up in my eyes. It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time.
——Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren's "Farewell to My Old Mother"
Translation: Because I was going to Heliang to make a living, I raised the curtains and reluctantly wanted to say goodbye to my elderly mother. I saw the gray-haired old mother. I couldn't help but shed tears, and the tears dried up. On this windy and snowy night, I couldn't fulfill my filial piety by my mother's side but had to hide behind my mother's door and walk away miserably. I couldn't help but sigh: What's the use of raising a son? It's better not to have one. 9. Write verses about gratitude to your mother
1: Without the help of selfless, self-sacrificing maternal love, the child’s soul will be a desert.
2: Maternal love is like a needle thread. As long as there is a small pinhole, it will flow like spring water and infiltrate your lonely, tired and even scarred heart.
3: The mother in memory! My dearest lover, you are all my joy and all my friendship.
4: The love of a loving mother leaning against the door makes the wanderer suffer on the road. The sweet taste is sparse every day, and the sound is blocked every day. ——"Mo Xuan Tu" Yuan Wangmian
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 not for retribution. 〖汉〗Liu An
7: Maternal love is a drop of nectar, kissing the dry soil. It uses the warmth of drizzle and the perseverance of diamonds to look forward to the fertility of the shining soil; maternal love is not life. It is not a freezing point in the world, but a flowing river, which creates the beautiful emotional scenery in our lives.
8: Mother’s love, you are like the warm sunshine in spring, and you are also like the big tree of mother-in-law. You allow me to bathe in the bright spring light, and you are protected by the green shade of the big tree, just like the grass. Thrive.
9: Motherly love is such a strong, selfish, and feverish emotion that occupies our entire heart. (Duncan)
10: Mother's love is a huge flame. (Romain Rolland)
11: Motherly love, love for young children, Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince's poem about being grateful to his mother. 60 poems about being grateful to his mother. 60 poems about being grateful to his mother. The steps of the dragon and the tiger change day by day, and the dog and the eagle follow each other in different directions. ——"Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen
12: Maternal love is generous. She sprinkled her love on the spring dew and the autumn frost; she left it for the morning sun and the dusk mist; The baby was given to the orphan; but she was the only one who forgot about herself. Maternal love has no boundaries of strangers, regions, or races. Maternal love is the collective love of "the child or the child and the child of the person", and there is no way for everyone to know it. Maternal love is the source of consideration, comfort, tolerance, understanding, kindness, and kindness.
13: The white-headed old mother covers the door and cries, and the sleeves of her shirt are left unbroken. 〖Tang〗Han Yu
14: People think that men and women are good at birth, but they don’t know that men and women make people grow old. ——"Dan Ge Xing"
15: When I grow up, my mother's black hair is like that on maple leaves, and the frost stars are shining with silver light. I kiss the traces of those years deeply and hold them in my hands. I dedicate my heart to you. 10. Ancient poems about being grateful to mothers
1. "The Wandering Son" Tang Mengjiao 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.
2. "Farewell to My Mother" by Huang Zhongze of the Qing Dynasty. I tied up my curtains to pay homage to my mother, and went to the river beam. I was so worried that my eyes dried up 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.
3. In the "Fifteenth Year", King Anshi of the Song Dynasty sent his mother to Han ditch and left Bai Hanyin at home. When the moon comes out and Du Yu is heard, the north and the south are always concerned.
4. "Arrived Home at the End of the Year" by Jiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty. My love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are freshly inked.
When we meet, I pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships. I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust.
5. "Mother Farewell Son" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty A mother bids farewell to her son, and a son bids farewell to his mother. The cry is painful in the absence of light during the day. 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. When he was sitting, he was crying, when he was walking, he was holding people's clothes.
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. 6. "Motherly Love" by Yang Weizhen of the Yuan Dynasty A loving mother who loves her young, Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince.
The steps of the dragon and the tiger change day by day, and the dog follows the eagle and follows the trend. Isn't there a solitary child six feet below the knee? Ah Zhao and Amei are not crotches.
The ghost lights are blurry at night, and the heavy snow is falling. If all the officials do not hold Dong Hu’s pen, what will happen to the orphans and widowers? Suddenly, a silver pillar ax was pierced on the ground in front of the bed, causing the king of Han's golden cabinet to bring disaster.
7. "Mo Xuan Tu" The crown of the king of 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 words of the wise bird.
8. "Whose Son" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty. Whose son was neither crazy nor crazy, and he went to the king's house to praise the Taoist priest. The white-headed old mother covers the door and cries, and rolls up the broken sleeves of her shirt.
The bride with green eyebrows was twenty years old. She was driven back home and cried through the city. Maybe he wants to learn how to play Feng Sheng, and admires Ling Fei as much as Xiao Shi.
It is also said that the customs of the time are based on ordinary people, and they strive to obtain noble positions through dangerous and strange practices. Although there are legends about gods, those who know them all know that they are delusional.
A sage, a king, and a virtuous person can be deceived, but why should he die in a poor mountain? Oh my brother, Yu Xincheng, I am willing to teach you from beginning to end.
It is not too late to punish him if he does not punish him. Whoever has sympathy for his friends and relatives can write this poem to me as a gift.
9. "Dan Ge Xing" by Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty When a person is born, the sun begins to rise. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain quickly.
Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, the night will be strong for half a day. Singing and dancing must be done early. Yesterday is better than today.
People think that men and women are good at birth, but they don’t know that men and women make people grow old. Short song line, no music.
10. "Reply on behalf of the old man from Beizhou" Tang Zhang said that the old man was going to Beizhou with a salary, and he was worried about visiting his hometown in the north. He said that the old man had three sons, and two of them had died in the yellow sand.
Now that the children have grown up, they will be drafted again next year after hearing the news. I know for sure that this separation will fall apart, and it will not be as good as being together in death and life.
Lend all your fields and houses to your neighbors, and return to your hometown alone. In order to have many descendants in this life, who knows how much harder it is.
According to recent legends, the emperor respects martial arts and vegetables, and strengthens his troops to quell Hu Chen. There is a long-term strategy to stabilize the border and self-reliance, so there is no need to displace the Chinese.
11. "Great Night Works" by Tang Gaoshi The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest's heart becomes desolate. Tonight I miss my hometown thousands of miles away, and I am worried about another new year on my temples.