Poem Bai Juyi 1 about maternal love. Poems about maternal love.
Poems about maternal love are as follows:
1. Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi Xian Liu Sao" in Tang Dynasty
There is Shuang Yan on the beam, a male and a female. Between two rafters, a nest gave birth to Si Er. Si Er is a long day and night, and the voice of asking for food is diligent. Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday.
Paws are eager for us, but they are not tired. For a moment, I was afraid of hunger in my nest. After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one.
Once the wings are formed, lead them to the branch of the court. Raise your wings and fly in the wind without looking back. Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return. But to enter the empty nest and sing all night.
Yan Yan, don't be sad, but think about yourself. Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother. At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.
2. The October 28th Storm by Lu You in the Song Dynasty.
The wind rages to pull up the wood, and the rain storms to lift the house. The wind turns the waves and the rain falls on the axle. Dare to open the door, you can't blow out the candles. It's just that the gully flow has risen and the potential has leveled off.
Try to stay in Maili, hoping to mature next year; One is full, and five are poor. South neighbors are even more unforgettable, and Budong has not been redeemed; In the Ming Dynasty, mother and son wept at each other.
Lu You's anti-Japanese war thought was excluded by the establishment at this time, and his life was miserable. But he firmly believed in himself and did not go along with the court dignitaries. Through this poem, he contrasted and accused the unreasonable phenomena of the disparity between the rich and the poor and the difference in bitterness and joy, which is the legacy of Du Fu's "Zhu Men's wine and meat stink, and the road has frozen bones".
Lu You (1125—1210) is famous for his word service concept. Han nationality, a native of Yinshan, Yuezhou (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang), was a famous poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. When I was young, I was influenced by patriotic thoughts at home. When Emperor Gaozong was young, I should try it, which Qin Gui admired. Filial piety makes a scholar. Middle-aged into Shu, devoted to military life, the official to Baozhangge to be built. Retire to another country in his later years. There are more than 9,000 poems written today, which are extremely rich in content. He is the author of Poems of Jiannan, Collected Works of Weinan, Book of Southern Tang Dynasty, Notes on Old Ann Studies, etc.
2. Motherly love poems
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. -Meng Jiao's "Wandering Sons/Welcome Mother to Wander"
People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. -Wang Jian's "Short Song"
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. -Anonymous "Guo E"
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white. -Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. -Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? -Meng Jiao's "Wandering Sons/Welcome Mother to Wander"
A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk. -Wang Mian's "Figure 1 of Xuan Mo"
My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. -Anonymous "Guo E"
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. -Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
Frost flowers and reeds shed tears and wet clothes, and their bald heads have no more to lean on. -and Gong's "Missing Mother"
Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying. -Bai Juyi's "Mother Biezi"
After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
When I went out, my mother made me some more clothes, as if afraid that I would have to go back in case there were no clean clothes to bury on the road. -Wang Jian's Crossing the Liao River
In the Ming Dynasty, mother and son wept at each other. -Lu you1the storm on October 28th.
Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
The old mother and son left without saying goodbye and cried among the weeds. -Li Bai's Yu Zhanghang
Self-discipline, self-oath, pro-teaching. -Ouyang Xiu's Book of Painting.
In the colorful fifteenth year, before trying to be a loving mother. -Meng Haoran's "Send Zhang into Jingzhou"
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
And grandma didn't go, and there was no skirt in and out. -Du Fu's Stone Trench
The white gods in the west are scared when they see it, and the mother gods will cry. -Li He's "Spring Square Zhengzi Sword Song"
3. Poems and songs about maternal love
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. -Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
And grandma didn't go, and there was no skirt in and out. -Du Fu's Stone Trench
The Queen Mother of the West opened the window on the Yaochi; The voice of bamboo songs is very sad. -Li Shangyin's "Yaochi"
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. -Wang Anshi's Tenth Five-Year Plan
The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk. -Wang Mian's "Figure 1 of Xuan Mo"
After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white. -Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
In the colorful fifteenth year, before trying to be a loving mother. -Meng Haoran's "Send Zhang into Jingzhou"
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. -Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
First frost's Lu Hua tears wet her skirt-Yu Gong's "Thinking of Mother"
You are in town, and the sage returns the favor to the mirror and kisses the Buddha lamp. -Dong Li's "Thank you for sending Ji Yi Situ Xianggong"
What's wrong with the house? You can't go to your parents' hometown. -Wang Jian's Gu Congjun
Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
The old mother and son left without saying goodbye and cried among the weeds. -Li Bai's Yu Zhanghang
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. -Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
The white gods in the west are scared when they see it, and the mother gods will cry. -Li He's "Spring Square Zhengzi Sword Song"
I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh. -Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
Parents work hard, especially mothers. -Xu Xi's Song of Persuading Filial Piety
People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. -Wang Jian's "Short Song"
My father pitied my mother, but he smiled awkwardly. -Lutong's Shi Tianding
When I went out, my mother made me some more clothes, as if afraid that I would have to go back in case there were no clean clothes to bury on the road. -Wang Jian's Crossing the Liao River
The baby will be born and the mother will be in prison. -Xu Xi's Song of Persuading Filial Piety
When the anvil moves, parents sing. -Guan Xiu "Sun Shijun"
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. -"The Book of Songs Xiaoya E"
At the age of four, his father died of illness, and his mother decided not to marry again, and personally taught Ouyang Xiu to read. -Ouyang Xiu's Book of Painting.
Parents swallow their tears and birds cry. -Meng Jiao's Song of Yao and Shun (a song of Shun, Zheng Zhuang. 》
Mom and dad, the obstacles are long, alas! Worried and sad. -Wang Zhaojun's "complaints"
My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Spoil me, feed me, care for me and repay me —— The Book of Songs, Xiaoya's National Mourning
No father? What can I do without my mother? -"The Book of Songs Xiaoya E"
In the Ming Dynasty, mother and son wept at each other. -Lu you1the storm on October 28th.
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4. Motherly love poems
1, my parents didn't know they were separated until I came, and their clothes were too heavy. _ _ _ _ Wang Jian's Crossing the Liao River
2, male and female empty singing, the sound does not return. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Yan Shixiu Liu Chao
3, the mother is not a child, the child is not a mother, and there is no light crying during the day. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's mother's other son
After thirty days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Yan Shixiu Liu Chao
5, the Ming dynasty was empty, and the mother and son cried. _ _ _ _ Lu You1The storm on October 28th.
6, the old mother and son don't, between the weeds. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's Yu Zhanghang
7, mumbling to teach words, brushing sweaters one by one. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Yan Shixiu Liu Chao
8. Hill was a young day when he flew back to his mother. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Yan Shixiu Liu Chao
9. A granddaughter didn't go and went in and out naked. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Shi Qu Guan
10, 15 years of colorful clothes, before trying to be a loving mother. _ _ _ _ Meng Haoran's "Send Zhang Jing to Jingzhou"
5. Poems and ancient poems about mothers
1, Wandering Sons
Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao
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?
Translation:
A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
2. "Don't be an old mother"
Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren
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.
Translation:
Because I had to go to He Liang to make a living, I opened the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying and my tears dried up. On this snowy night, it's a pity that we can't be filial to our mother, but we have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. What's the use of adopting a son? I still don't want it.
3, "Mother Biezi"
Tang Dynasty: 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.
Translation:
Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. The sunshine in the daytime seems to have lost its luster because of sadness, and the crying is infinitely miserable. The family lives in Chang 'an, Kansai, and her husband is a general in a high position. Last year, he was awarded a knighthood for his outstanding military exploits. I also got a reward of 2 million, so I married a bride as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade in Luoyang.
If the bride is not satisfied when she comes, she will ask her husband to abandon her wife; She is the lotus in his palm, and I am the nail in their eyes. It is human nature to like the new and hate the old, and it is not enough to be sad. I will pack my bags and leave helplessly. But sadly, her husband's family still has two biological children left. One can walk by the bed and the other can sit up.
The sitting child is crying, and the walking child is clutching my clothes. You and your wife are new lovers, but you never let our mother and son meet again. At this moment, my heart is full of unspeakable sadness. People's fickle feelings are not as good as the black magpie in the forest. Mothers don't leave their chicks, and males always take care of them.
This scene is like a peach tree in the backyard. The petals that once covered the greenhouse have fallen with the wind, and the young fruits will still hang on the top of the tree to experience frost, snow and rain. Rookie, rookie, listen to me. There are countless beautiful women in Luoyang Red Chamber. I hope the general will achieve something in the future and marry a more exquisite bride than you.
4. "Xuan Mo Figure 1"
Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian
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.
Translation:
Brilliant daylily was born under the North Hall. The south wind blows the day lily, swaying for whom to confide fragrance? A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's hard for a wanderer to travel far away! The support for parents is alienated every day, and the news of children is not reached every day. Looking up at a cloud forest, I am ashamed to hear the sound of the birds, and I still miss it.
5. "National wind, high wind and triumphant wind"
Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous
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.
Translation:
The breeze is blowing from the south, blowing on the buds of jujube trees. Jujube trees are tender and strong, and mothers are busy raising children. The south wind is warm, and jujube trees grow into firewood. The mother is reasonable and kind, and she doesn't blame her if her son is not good. Cold spring water is cool, and the source is next to Junyi. The mother raised seven children, and the son grew into a tired mother. The yellowbird is singing euphemistically. It's so beautiful and noisy. It is difficult to comfort a mother who has raised seven children.
6. Two poems about maternal love
1, a loving mother is attached to the door, and it is difficult for a wanderer to walk. -"Xuan Mo Map" Author: Wang Mian in Yuan Dynasty
2. What if there is no father? What can I do without my mother? -"Xiaoya Guo E" Author: Zhou Anonymous
3, the mother is not a child, the child is not a mother, and there is no light crying during the day. -"Mother Biezi" Author: Bai Juyi
4, male and female empty singing, the sound does not return. -"Yan Shi Xiu Liu Chuo" Author: Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
5. Frosted reed flowers shed tears and wet clothes, and their heads are helpless. -"Thinking of Mother" Author: Gong at the end of Song Dynasty and the beginning of Yuan Dynasty
6, bow down to the mother river beam, tears flow. -"Don't be an old mother" Author: Huang Jingren in Qing Dynasty
7, people see men and women are good, I do not know that men and women make people old. -"Short Songs" Author: Cao Cao at the end of Han Dynasty
8. At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. -"Yan Shi Xiu Liu Chuo" Author: Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
9. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son. -Meng Jiao, author of Wandering Sons
7. Motherly love poems
1, my parents didn't know they were separated until I came, and their clothes were too heavy.
_ _ _ _ Wang Jian's Crossing the Liao River 2. Men and women sing in the air, and their voices do not return. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's "Yan Poetry Showing Liu Chao" 3. Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying.
_ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's "Mother Biezi" 4. After thirty days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao" 5. In the Ming Dynasty, mother and son were crying.
_ _ _ _ Lu You's Storm on October 28th 6. The old mother and son are separated, and the grass is crying. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Yu" 7. Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one.
_ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Yan Shi Xiu Liu Sao 8. Si Er was a young day when Gao Fei was carrying his mother's back. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Yan Shi Xiu Liu Sao 9. There is still a granddaughter who hasn't gone, and the skirt has no end.
_ _ _ _ Du Fu's "Shihao Guan" 10, colorful fifteen years, before trying to be a loving mother. _ _ _ _ Meng Haoran's Send a Classic to Jingzhou.
8. Poems about Mother
The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk. -Wang Mian's "Figure 1 of Xuan Mo"
After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white. -Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"
In the colorful fifteenth year, before trying to be a loving mother. -Meng Haoran's "Send Zhang into Jingzhou"
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. -Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
9. Motherly love poems
A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return. [Han] Liu An was pregnant heavily in October, but the reward was light. Song of Persuading Filial Piety is a one-foot-three-inch treasure, which has been a work for ten years and eight years. The mother of "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" said that the child lay dry and the mother fell asleep wet. "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" is not seen by the mother, and the child is uneasy. My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. Before "Song of Persuading Filial Piety", the prodigal son is not cold. Song of exhorting filial piety
I didn't know my parents when I loved them. "Children's Words Are Unbridled" The bald mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt sleeves were broken. [Tang] Han Yu's mother instrument hangs down, the tube is bright, and the night platform is silent. A collection of proverbs, a thread in the hand of a loving mother, makes clothes for her wayward son's body. 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? Meng Jiao used to live in and chose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. Three Character Classic
Paper boat (for mom) Bing Xin I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper. I always keep it-keep it, fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea. Some were blown into the ship's window 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 person can only flow where I want him to go. Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home.
Wandering in Meng Jiao
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?
Meng Jiao, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, lost his father very early and lived alone. He studied hard since he was a child and took many imperial examinations, but he failed many times. He became a scholar in his forties and became a county magistrate. This poem was written by Meng Jiao when he was a county magistrate. I recalled the past and thought a lot.
Motherly love (poem)
Article source: "Holy Motherly Love"
Motherly love, not picky about looks.
Motherly love, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Motherly love is noble and great.
Motherly love, infinite loyalty
Whether you are peaceful or uneasy.
Whether you fail or succeed,
Motherly love, you failed and succeeded.
Motherly love is everywhere.
She, accompany you through life.
It was she who released the dragons and phoenixes on earth.
It's her, Changhong, who made the day.
Don't understand maternal love
You have lost the meaning of life.
Forget maternal love
High-ranking officials are generous, and the blood is cold and the body is weak.
A mother fell into poverty.
Why does one side miss peace?
Dot bright colors with our hands.
Measure overall prosperity with love.
Caring for mother is also the sublimation and purification of you and me.
Try to dry your tears for your mother and enjoy the splendor!