1. Poems about mothers to their sons

Poems about mothers to their sons 1. Poems about mothers to their children

"Wandering Son's Song" Tang Mengjiao

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The thread in a loving mother’s hand, the clothes on a wanderer’s body.

Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.

Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.

"Arriving Home at the End of the Year" by Chiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty

My love for my son is endless, and I am overjoyed 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.

"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 a dragon and a tiger change with each passing day, while a dog moves with an eagle and follows its trend.

Isn’t there a six-foot solitary child under 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.

2. What are the proverbs and poems about mothers caring for their children?

Wandering Ziyin·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 and warm.

The seams are too heavy to be removed lightly, 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 my son 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 granted 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 comes 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. ——Alexander Dumas

The most beautiful voice people hear comes from their mother, from their hometown, and from heaven.

——William Brown

3. Poems describing parents’ love for their children

A wise son makes his father happy, a foolish son brings shame to his mother.

— ——Solomon

If father and son do not believe, the family will not be harmonious.

——Wu Zetian

Whoever speaks an inch of grass with heart will be rewarded with three rays of spring.

——Meng Jiao

Maternal Love:

All the glory and pride in the world come from the mother. (Golky)

Maternal love is a Huge flame. (Romain Rolland)

There is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, that is the mother’s call (Dante)

Wherever you are, mother, you are the happiest. place (UK)

A mother’s arms are made of love, how can a child not be sweet when sleeping in them (Hugo)

The sweetest words that human lips can utter , is mother, the most beautiful calling is "mother" (Gibran)

Maternal love is the greatest power in the world (Mill)

Everything else in the world is fake and empty Yes, only mother is real, eternal and immortal. (India)

How strong, selfish, and feverishly occupying our entire heart is maternal love. (Duncan)

In the child's mouth and heart, mother is God. (UK)

How similar mothers are all over the world! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has an extremely pure heart. (Whitman)

Although women are fragile, mothers are strong (France)

< p> Without the help of selfless, self-sacrificing motherly love, how can a child embrace a man on the bed? (UK)

I mourn for my parents, who have worked so hard to give birth to me.——"The Book of Songs·Xiaoya·Polygonium"

To serve my parents, I can do my best.——"The Analects of Confucius·Xue" And"

A father is kind and teaches. - "Zuo Zhuan·The 26th Year of Zhaogong"

Those who love their relatives do not dare to be evil to others; those who respect their relatives do not dare to be arrogant To others.——"The Classic of Filial Piety: The Son of Heaven"

Filial piety lies in substance, not in appearance.——Huan Kuan, "On Salt and Iron: Filial Piety"

Who knows? The heart of the grass will reap three rays of spring. - Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son's Song"

The couple will be harmonious and then the family will be successful. - "Young School Qionglin Couple"

Brothers are in harmony, Friends are loyal and honest. - Chen Zi'ang's "Motto"

If the father is unkind, the son will be unfilial. - Yan Zhitui's "Yan Family Instructions: Managing the Family"

The family will destroy itself, and then People destroy it.——"Mencius Li Lou Shang"

Don't forget the friendship between the poor and the lowly, and the wife of the chaff will not go to court.——"The Book of the Later Han·Biography of Song Hong"

Time With the passage of time, many past events have faded away. But in the long river of history, there is one star that shines forever, that is family love. Time can make people lose everything, but family love cannot be let go. Even if one day, relatives leave , but their love will always remain in the deepest part of their children's souls.

---Gorky

Don't let family ties become more and more vulnerable to the impact of the bustling modern social changes. , at least we can start from ourselves and not leave regrets to ourselves. As the saying goes, "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop; the child wants to be raised but cannot be loved." Take advantage of now to send a warm greeting to your parents that is not extravagant. !

A father is kind and teaches. - "Zuo Zhuan·The Twenty-Sixth Year of Zhao Gong"

A wise son makes his father happy, but a foolish son makes his mother ashamed.

——Solomon

Filial piety lies in substance, not in appearance. ——Huan Kuan's "On Salt and Iron: Filial Piety"

Whoever speaks an inch of grass with a heart will be rewarded with three rays of spring. .——Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son's Song"

The couple will be harmonious and the family will be successful.——"Young School Qionglin Couple"

Brothers are harmonious and friends are honest. ——Chen Zi'ang "Motto"

If the father is unkind, the son will be unfilial. - Yan Zhitui's "Yan Family Instructions: Managing the Family"

A family will destroy itself, and future generations will destroy it. - " Mencius "Li Lou Shang"

Don't forget the friendship between the poor and the lowly, and the wife of the poor will not leave the court. - "Book of the Later Han·Biography of Song Hong"

4. Poems describing mothers' love for their children

All the glory and pride in the world come from the mother. (Golky)

Maternal love is a huge flame. (Romain Rolland)

In the world There is one of the most beautiful sounds, and that is the call of mother (Dante)

Wherever you are, mother, that is the happiest place (UK)

The arms of a loving mother are love It is made up of flowers, how can it not be sweet for a child to sleep in it (Hugo)

The sweetest word that can be uttered by human lips is mother, and the most beautiful call is "mother" (Kahlil Gibran) < /p>

Maternal love is the greatest power in the world (Mir)

Everything else in the world is false and empty, only mother is real, eternal and immortal. (India)

Motherly love is so strong, selfish, and feverishly occupying our entire heart. (Duncan)

In the mouth and heart of the child, mother is God. (UK )

How similar mothers are all over the world! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has an extremely pure heart. (Whitman)

Although women are fragile, mothers are strong (France)

< p> Without the help of selfless, self-sacrificing motherly love, how can a child embrace a man on the bed? (UK)

I mourn for my parents, who have worked so hard to give birth to me.——"The Book of Songs·Xiaoya·Polygonium"

To serve my parents, I can do my best.——"The Analects of Confucius·Xue" And"

A father is kind and teaches. - "Zuo Zhuan·The 26th Year of Zhaogong"

Those who love their relatives do not dare to be evil to others; those who respect their relatives do not dare to be arrogant To others.——"The Classic of Filial Piety: The Son of Heaven"

Filial piety lies in substance, not in appearance.——Huan Kuan, "On Salt and Iron: Filial Piety"

Who knows? The heart of grass brings three rays of spring. - Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son's Song"

The couple will be harmonious and then the family will be successful. - "Young School Qionglin Couple"

5. About mother Poems about children

Arriving home at the end of the year

(Qing Dynasty) Jiang Shiquan

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 the Son of Man and dare not blame the wind and dust.

Jiang Mu

(Song Dynasty) Wang Anshi

On the Han ditch, Jiang Mu left her family in the shade of white silk.

When I heard about Du Yu in the bright moon, the north and the south were always concerned.

1. The white-headed old mother cries behind the door, and rolls up the sleeves of her shirt. ——(Tang Dynasty) Han Yu's "Whose Son"

2. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes on the body of a wanderer. Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light. ——(Tang Dynasty) Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son"

6. Poems describing a mother's concern for her son in winter

Someone once asked me this question: "The greatest man in the world What is love?” At that time, I just shook my head because I didn’t know and couldn’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 emotions; maternal love is infinite, 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 in 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 room, slowly tasting the strong tea and leisurely sucking on the cigarette. The smoke haphazardly turned into wisps of light filament circles, one after another, spreading out and filling the small space in the room. It passed through the gaps in the window lattice and turned into light clouds that 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 come together again, wandering and wandering heavily. Falling and returning, people seem to have returned to the intimate and familiar room in the courtyard of their hometown, standing and nestling next to their old mother. The old mother's white hair is stooped and thin, and her face is full of wrinkles and warmth. She gazed at her son lovingly, shedding sweet tears from the bottom of her heart, so peacefully, happily, and 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 in your seventies or eighty years old and have a family full of children and grandchildren.

A mother is the hotbed of her son’s warmth and attachment, and her 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, my mother will be there every year when she can’t eat steamed buns all year round. 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, I don’t know how many village women my mother suffered from ridicule and ridicule. How many of them said that my mother would 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.

7. Poems about a mother missing her son

Zi Yin (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: "Written on the occasion of welcoming his mother in Li" is believed to 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 mother's 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 more and more 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 richness and mellowness of its 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 objects written about are threads 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 aroused the screams of thousands of wanderers.