1, "Don't want an old mother"
Huang Qing Ren Jing
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.
2. Mother's love
Yuan Yangweizhen
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.
There is no six-foot orphan under the knee, and a Zhao is not born in May.
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.
3, "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.
4. The Book of Songs Peak Kaifeng
The wind blew from the south, blowing his spine.
I want to die, and my mother has a reward.
The wind blows from the south, and the wind blows from the other side.
God, I have no family.
Is there any cold in the spring? Under Xun.
With seven children, my mother is very hard.
The yellow bird, with its voice.
There are seven children, don't comfort your mother.
5. Yu Zhanghang
Tang Libai
Hu Feng blows instead of horses, and guards Luyangguan in the north.
Wu Bing took a photo of Hai Xue and asked when it would come back.
Halfway through Liao and Jin, Huang Yun was in great pain.
The old mother and son left without saying goodbye and cried among the weeds.
The white horse is surrounded by flags and mourns to climb high.
The autumn moon of poplars is bitter, but Zhang Yu falls early.
I'm from Ming Xiu, and I haven't been idle while cutting Lu Su.
Do you cherish fighting to death and sweep away fierce stubbornness for you?
Without feathers in the stone, it's hard not to be afraid of danger.
If the ship flies like a whale, it will fall into the bay of stars.
This song can't be played, as evidenced by the three armed forces.
6. The Wandering Son
Tang mengjiao
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?
7. "Take mom home"
Tang Li Shangyin
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!
8. Crying at Midnight
Tang Bai Juyi
The second time I lost my mother, I vomited because I was dumb.
Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old.
Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved.
If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart.
A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad.
What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness.
Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died.
What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird.
The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied.
9. "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?
10, The Tomb of the Western Mother.
Tang Chen went to see a doctor.
The sun on the top of the mountain is dim, and few birds stay alone at dusk.
The forest was empty, but Ding Ning told me to go home early.
1 1, "Go to Laoshan and stay in Meng Jiao"
Tang baorong
There is no sharp edge in choosing wood, and there is no clever way to make fish.
How to bite off more than one can chew?
The former never gets tired of farming and never leaves his relatives for a day.
I am thousands of miles away, and I am absent-minded.
You are kind to your mother, but you only imagine one person.
Silkworm and mulberry can grow, and clothes are always new.
Spit a foot of silk at a meal, who sees this hospitality.
Don't go back to farming, set the wheel on fire.
12, "Send a piece to Classic".
Tang Meng Hao ran
In the colorful fifteenth year, before trying to be a loving mother.
Lian Xiao paid tribute at the age of 20, and Huai Ju went to Qinchuan.
Four tweets, Zhong.
Don't row on the river, who doesn't look to the gods.
13, Miss Mom
Don
First frost, Lu Hua, tears wet her skirt, bald and helpless.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
14, "Xuan Mo Tu"
Wang Yuan cotton
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.
15, Tenth Five-Year Plan
Wang Song 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.
Poetry:
1, paper boat
-Send it to mom.
backbone
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 it every day without losing heart,
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.
2. "Ah, Mom"
Shu Ting
Your pale fingertips touch my temple.
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt
Ah, mom.
In order to keep your fading figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream 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
Ah, mom.
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.
I dare not moan.
Ah, 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.
Ah, mom.
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
Not a torrent, not a waterfall.
It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
3. ode to mother
-This document is for all mothers in the world, rich or poor.
Mom, can you use the hands of dead tree skin?
Brush off the frost that has turned gray on your temples? I know
The bow of the red ribbon bleached the black hair in my memory.
It's been a long time. Mother, as if nothing had happened.
Or wriggle a loose tooth gently?
It's neither too tight nor too slow. Laugh in tears
Sing some songs that are still fresh in my childhood.
Memory is the snake of missing. Draw a word
Winding forward, my bitter ink in this life.
Mom, are you still willing to use this cracked tongue core?
Lick my arrogant poison. I am in front of you.
Always a child who doesn't grow up.
So there is a vague topic called maternal love.
It is undoubtedly the stupidest injury to a wanderer.
Mom, you are old. You used to be as famous as chrysanthemums.
The edge of the white porcelain bottle has your residual medicine fragrance.
Plain silk was very popular in the old days. manage
Brushed the heart of love, but still
I can't hide your crazy concern.
The autumn wind has started. Even in the shadow of loneliness, mom
Don't catch cold either. No matter when and where
Sunset depends on a crutch called a child.
And you, on fertile soil.
Seeds covered with vegetation are sprouting and growing.
And I, at the moment. I just want to hear your call.
My real name. In a trance, mother
I seem to be back in the yard, next to the well where I drew water when I was a child.
4. "Mother"
Messy in the wind
It's your white hair
Tears came out.
This is your old face
Slightly curved back
Farewell hand
I dare not look back.
Afraid I'll never leave again
The pace of leaving home
Always want to lean in your arms.
Relive childhood dreams
I always want to look into your eyes.
Say what Chen Jiao said.
in front of you
I am a child who will never grow up.
But I'm growing
Ignore your tears
Walk a long way.
Now I am also a mother.
Looking at the child in his arms
Grow up day by day
I just realized the greatness of maternal love.
But your sideburns
flowers blooming like a piece of brocade
Go home often.
This is all I can give you.
A little reward
5. "To Mother"
( 1)
Mom, can I sweet talk in front of you?
Is there anything I can't tell you?
The fire burned my rope and coat.
I have become a man.
This fact is bound to surprise you.
My wings are flapping in the sun and shadows you can't see.
(2)
In the nest you built,
Under your wings, my flesh and blood is getting fuller and fuller.
I accept your milk, caress and training,
Hair and limbs are controlled by some rules,
Grow symmetrical and elegant.
I lie in front of your eyes and smile every day.
Your breath tames my blood,
I became shy, quiet and full of warmth.
So, the wounds and tears of the earth,
Tortured and supported my nerves,
Sad music is floating inside and outside.
(3)
You are the church, the voice of God, the calling and the eternal light source.
But I am humble as dust and evil as a sinner.
I fear the light from heaven, pray and tremble.
Your expectations become whips and dams.
You can't hear my dreams or see my visions.
You carefully designed clothes, chairs and beds for me.
Hold my hand tightly,
Until love and tolerance are my enemies.
(4)
Mom, have you ever seen waves and magma?
Have you ever seen a fleeting meteor?
Have you ever heard the wolf howl?
Have you ever heard the sound of broken bones and nerves?
You don't understand why I always wander alone in the wilderness.
Why do you sometimes get carried away with laughter?
Sometimes I feel depressed and uneasy.
When you found me singing and playing the piano in the middle of the night flirting with girls,
You will be sure that I have gone astray.
(5)
Give me freedom! Give me back my energy!
Give back my original desire! Give me a fresh feeling!
Mom, if I yell at you like this, can you understand?
Won't you panic?
To no avail, irreversible,
I am numb to stimulation, although my heart is full of longing.
(6)
Ah, mother, you are the order in chaos,
Is due to confusion and fanaticism,
It is the home of vagrants, it is
Unreachable realms and dreams.
I am broad and kind because of you,
I'm getting old too early because of you again.
6. Mother
Smart eyes
Meditate on the long river of time
Crawl all the way
Wings enrich the color of the earth.
in the dark
Retract the yarn flowing on the horizon
Bell Gulle
Popular all the way.
Dust description
Quiet and warm home
subside
Miss the care of going out.
Enthusiastic patience
Unscramble the embarrassment of life
(of a singer/speaker) with an outstanding voice.
Teach children nature and ability.
It's a pity
Bend your tired body and mind.
Mother's life
Ordinary happy children
Never leave or give up/never say goodbye.
Accustomed to giving without saying reincarnation
Is that okay?
Say that a good child will be your mother in the afterlife.
Repay you
7.mom, mom
-Mother's Day is dedicated to all mothers in the world.
Your silvery hair, rickety body and lonely figure
You are old.
You associate with neighboring villages.
At the age of 80, he still draws water and cooks himself.
You are still attached to my childhood home.
Hometown of dreams
You have raised our four children all your life.
Four children are the pride of your life.
The pigeons you let go are the concern of your life.
Hope for survival
Every time I mention this to someone,
Zhang Shanliang's face is always full of smiles.
mother
I have been through a lot.
A long-suffering mother
How can a blunt pen write thousands of words?
I'm in love.
8. Praise Mother
Mother is a big ship.
Take me to the seaside.
Pursuing the mystery of life
Explore the magic of the world
Mother is a high mountain.
All inclusive
Hey, I grow up.
Strengthen my body and mind
Mother is a touching song.
Show me around.
With her beautiful tune
Singing the history of the motherland
Mother is a spring breeze person.
Blow away everything in the world
Yingying's footsteps
Brought great vitality.
Mother is a spring rain.
Moisturize everything on the earth.
Ah! mother
I love you and you will always be my favorite.
9. Ode to Mother
In my heart,
One place is unfathomable,
It never asked,
You are the fire of hope,
Light up my future, give me hope,
Every dark night,
I care about you,
Every cold night,
You give me endless warmth,
It began to rain,
Every drop of rain is telling.
Your pale fingertips touch my temple.
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt
Ah, mom.
In order to keep your fading figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream 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
Ah, mom.
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.
I dare not moan.
Ah, 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.
Ah, mom.
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
Not a torrent, not a waterfall.
It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
10, mother in the storm
Life is like walking on a stormy road.
Mother is at the front.
Send some umbrellas to protect the children from the wind and rain to their mothers.
Mom pushed it to me again.
Ah, the child under the umbrella,
Mother outside the umbrella,
Rain is no longer rain,
It was a tear of happiness that God sent to the world.
1 1, "Thank you, Mom."
The human body can leave,
People don't leave,
Just as we will never forget our ancestors,
Forget about mother.
Mother is the quilt on her body,
She will feel cold without it.
Mother is the salt in the dish,
Life is tasteless without her.
Mother must have her pain.
The pain of wandering,
It often hangs on her face,
Watching the children's laughter intertwined.
12, great maternal love
Pick a bunch of the brightest roses,
With all my dear words to my mother,
Mom said I was stupid,
Roses are flowers that symbolize love.
I don't know,
It is also a flower that the child wants to give to his mother.
I haven't heard my mother tell jokes about my childhood for a long time.
I regret it,
Those who fall asleep before listening.
Mom said, silly boy,
A mother can never finish what she has to say to her children.
Is to sleep in the grave,
You are also my eternal concern.
13, Mama Wu Ye Tree
I got deeper and deeper. This world?
One world.
The pentaphyllum is full of poems.
mother
I am your forced mature child.
The child is wearing a faint tsing yi.
I am a handful of dirt, and you love every aspect of it.
Tonight you sit under the eaves of the country.
Gently wash one of the five leaves on your finger.
An autumn leaf
Dream cave
Mother and son are watching you by the river thousands of miles away.
Don't tell me where life takes place.
Something pierced my river.
Tears of reproduction!
There are many stars tonight.
ripple
Nocturne melodious
Mother's fingers are covered with the sanctity of youth.
The pentaphyllum is full of poems as heavy as autumn.
Her son stood on trembling hair.
Don't get excited because the flute blows out of my mouth. ...
Your life touched my dream of walking with you.
Every autumn, I shoot a horse under the tree.
Every autumn
I am under the tree.
Beat a horse