1. Work hard on your clothes and cherish your old friend's book.
2. A hungry woman on the road holds her child and abandons the grass.
3. the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy.
4. carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, dreading the delays that will keep him late from home.
5. It's always a pleasure to hear that there are guests from outside.
Famous sayings about maternal love:
1. Gonchard's famous saying: A mother's love will never be exhausted. This shows that maternal love is very great and will always be with us.
2. Lao She said: Losing a loving mother is like putting a flower in a bottle. Although it still has color and fragrance, it has lost its root. I think this sentence shows that loving mother is very important to a person, just as roots are important to flowers.
3. All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. (Gorky)
4. Motherly love is a huge flame. (romain rolland)
5. There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the mother's call. (Dante)
6. A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child not be sweet when sleeping in it? (Hugo)
7. The sweetest word a person's lips can utter is mother, and the best call is "mother". (Ji Bolun) 2. Poems about Motherly Love 5 poems in modern and ancient times
Li Shangyin, who sent his mother back to his hometown
stopped and looked around, which trapped me into a prisoner.
Sentiment starts from it, and sad tears are stuck in the throat.
the loving mother is seriously ill and wants to vote for a famous doctor.
it's urgent to pick up the bus today, but I can't stay!
if a mother's love is unrequited, what more can life ask for!
fifteen Wang Anshi
put his mother in the ditch and left her home in the shade.
when you hear about Du Yu in the moonlight, the north and the south always care.
remembering my mother, Ni Ruizhuo
It's difficult to sail across the river and wide, so I don't know if it's safe or not.
When I am in the dark, I miss my relatives and tears, but I am afraid that I will cry more!
a picture of Mo Xuan in Wang Mian
One of Mo Xuan's pictures
a colorful day lily flower, Luosheng is under the North Hall.
the south wind blows on his heart, so who does it throw up for?
a loving mother is attached to the door, but a wanderer has a hard time walking.
if you are willing to ask questions, you will be reluctant.
Look up at Yunlin, ashamed to listen to the birds.
The second part of "Mo Xuan Tu"
Hemerocallis are born in Beitang, and the color is fresh and good.
if you have more than enough to drink, how can you recite it?
is the son of man's filial piety in honor and honor?
it rained and frosted last night, and Jiang Kong was old.
the wanderer failed to return, and his heart was pounding with emotion.
whose son Han Yu
who is either crazy or crazy, goes to the king's house and is called a Taoist.
the old woman with a white head covered the door and cried, but she couldn't stop pulling off her blouse and sleeves.
Cui Mei's bride, who is twenty years old, took her home and cried through the market.
Or Yun wants to learn how to play Feng Sheng, and the princess Mu Ling is better than Shaw History.
It's common and vulgar, and it's risky and strange to take your position.
although there are legends about immortals, those who know them know their falsehood.
the sage and sage can be bullied, but it's impossible to die in poverty.
alas, I am sincere, my brother, and I am willing to go to the end of teaching.
it's not too late to punish people by punishing them for advising them on everything.
who's friends and relatives can feel pity and write as if I'm here to send them.
Bu Xu Si Kong Tu
A mother failed to teach, and three yuan sent down the kettle.
Yun Shao rhymes and customs stop Yao Se, while Luan He flies low and blows Bao Lu. 3. Five Poems on Motherly Love
Meng Jiao Wandering Poet the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, dreading the delays that will keep him late from home but how much love has the inch-long grass, can pay the light of the sun?. I'm leaving. Mom, when I left, I didn't look back with tears in my eyes. I didn't dare to look back. I knew that the casual look back would make your casual eyes and bitter smile retain me. I knew that there must be a smile on your face, but your heart was crying. Mom knew in her heart that you only said: Go, when the child is tired, mom will wait for you and me to leave. Mom, when I left, I didn't dare to look back. When I turned around the maple grove in front of the door, you couldn't see me. When the wet tears from the maple grove flowed out of my heart, you couldn't see me. It's just, mom, I can't hold back any more, and it's hard to stop the tears like lines. I turned back, mom, and I dared to look back. Although tears can't see loess, I know mom. You've been looking at your son for a long time, and you don't want to look back. How many times have you cried in your dreams and cried, Mom, how many times have you seen me in my dreams? Mom, you gently stroked my crying wound with your warm hand. Oh, mom, I know, you've been behind me with an encouraging look and a waiting smile ... I know, Mom, you've been standing behind me all the time. Every time you dream back at midnight, there's always a voice: Go, when the child is tired, Mom, I can't verify your mother's love, but I know for sure that with the coming of a life, you have matured and landed. When a dog has just become a mother, please don't test its love, not to mention being shocked that spiders are feeding their children with their bodies. Motherly love is born like this. It doesn't need to imitate and learn the tension of life, but it is legendary because of love. When that urchin dug out his mother's heart to play, he suddenly fell down and slammed his heart. "Son, did you fall in pain?" This turned out to be the first word from the program of maternal love. When you are stubborn and want to continue to operate the evil deeds, the best deception is maternal love. You can easily cheat her. I really don't want to interpret these beautiful and touching greatness. In her deep symphony, there is a stupid melody "Caution"-Mo Rou-Caution. When you pick the stars carefully every day, you should be careful not to slip in from the lake when you fall off the ladder to catch the moon. Mom, you should carefully stand your wings and follow the rotation of the earth to follow the afterglow of the sun (you are walking on the stone road after work, preparing to go home, cooking and washing clothes alone). Before the evening comes, Mom: You should prepare dinner for my birth; You have to make good clothes and put on soft armor and hard shoes for me before I face the world naked. Mom, your shoes are not big or small. You must not forget my shame and ignorance (the convenience note in the handbag says that the hospital will open the door and breathe heavily tomorrow, and then the husband will take your stomach to see the instrument or scalpel). Mom, You have to be careful to give birth to me. My head will drill through your waist. Your pain is the petals scattered on the grass. Your pain and beauty are actually allowed to be trampled by tourists. Poor and careful: Mom will leap over the clouds carefully (you know that female babies are not good. You are silent and understand that you still live in that ignorant age). Mom, young and beautiful mother, I haven't learned the language to praise you. I can only call you with one word: Be careful, be careful and insert it.
Motherly love has a kind of love that you can feel her warmth no matter where you are. There is a kind of love that you can feel her heartbeat no matter where you are in danger. You are happy and she is happy. You are sad and she cries.
Only she never needs to treasure but never forgets. 4. Five modern poems about maternal love
■ Poems for mothers
Author: Bing Xin
Mother, I have been trying to write a poem for you for a long time
but I have written it many times
but I still haven't written it well
Mother. This poem written for you
I don't know how to begin
I don't know how to end
I don't know what to write
It's like slapping you severely when I was a child
I don't know whether to bravely accept
or choose to escape
my mother. I think of you again tonight.
I've decided to write a poem for you.
Even if it's not well written, even if you are far away from home, you will never read it ...
Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This is folded by your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes.
Wan Shui Qian Shan, please ask him to carry her love and sorrow home.
A modern poem praising maternal love
A paper boat-Bing Xin
I never give up a piece of paper,
I always keep it-I keep it,
I fold it into a small boat,
I throw it into the sea from the boat.
some were blown into the window in the boat by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck on the bow.
I still fold them every day without losing heart.
I always hope that one can only flow where I want him to go.
Mother, if you see a very small boat in your dream,
don't be surprised that he falls asleep for no reason.
It was folded by your beloved daughter with tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan, please ask him to carry her love and sorrow home.
drying the old clothes-(Qing) Zhou Shouchang
There is still a check on his robe, but the collar is worn out, but it is still warm.
The heavy seam can't be easily removed, and there are old lines on it.
Author of Paper Boat: Bing Xin
I never want to throw away a piece of paper,
I always keep it-I keep it
and fold it into a small boat,
and throw it from the boat into the sea.
some were blown into the window in the boat by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck on the bow.
I'm still not discouraged to stack them every day.
I always hope that one can only flow where I want it to go.
Mother, if you see a small 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.
Wan Shui Qian Shan, please let it carry her love
and sorrow home. 5. Who has five ancient poems about maternal love? They are in urgent need.
Don't go to the mother's river beam, and
Worry about it for nothing.
It's a miserable snowstorm night in Chai Men.
It's better to have children than nothing at this time.
Sun-dried old clothes
There are still clothes on the clothes, but the collar is broken, but it is still warm.
the heavy seam can't be easily removed, and there are old thread marks of loving mother on it.
Seeing Mother Home
I'm trapped in a Chu prison because I stop and look around.Sentiment starts from it, and sad tears are stuck in the throat.
the loving mother is seriously ill and wants to vote for a famous doctor.
it's urgent to pick up the bus today, but I can't stay!
if a mother's love is unrequited, what more can life ask for!
1. I don't know my parents when I love them.
2. The old woman with a white head covers the door and tears, and the sleeves are broken. [Tang] Han Yu
3. the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy. Before departure, a needle was stitched together, afraid of the son came back late clothes damaged. Who dare say that the children like the weak filial piety, can repay the love of the mother like spring SUNSHINE IN SPRING? [Tang] Meng Jiao
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5. The mother said that the child was lying dry, and the mother was sleeping wet.
6. The mother is miserable, and the child is uneasy.
7. My mother is one hundred years old and often misses eighty children.
8. My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed, caressed, nurtured, nurtured, cared for and answered me. The Book of Songs
9. The prodigal son doesn't feel cold when his mother is there before he is respected.
1. When the mother instrument hangs down, the tube will be bright and bright, and the night platform will be silent.
11. In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and their children are the opportunity for his ideal self to come again
12. Mourn for his parents and give birth to me. The Book of Songs
13. What can I do without my father and my mother? The Book of Songs
14. The only uncontaminated love in the world is maternal love. Strict words
15. When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is a partner in failure. Zheng Zhenduo's
Ode to a Wandering Son
The loving mother has a middle line in her hand, and
The Wandering Son is dressed.
When you leave, you have to sew closely.
I'm afraid I'll be late.
whoever speaks with an inch of grass,
gets three spring rays.
Author background
Meng Jiao (751-814), a poet in the Tang Dynasty. Dongye was born in Wu Kang, Huzhou (now Deqing, Zhejiang). When I was a teenager, I lived in Haoshan, and I was good friends with Han Yu. I was poor all my life, and I was only a scholar when I was nearly 5 years old. Meng Jiao's poems are famous for their bitter voice, pursuing peculiar ideas and thin language style, and expressing the poor life and experiences of the lower class and himself. He is as famous as Jia Dao and is known as "a thin suburban island".
annotation
wanderer: a person who travels far away from home.
fear: worry.
inch grass: grass. Inch grass heart: here refers to the heart of a wanderer.
San Chunhui: the sunshine in spring. Here is a metaphor for maternal love. Three spring, early spring, mid-spring and late spring refer to the whole spring. Light, sunshine.
Modern Translation of Ancient Poetry
Needle and thread in the hands of a loving mother, clothes on people who travel far away from home. When you travel, you should sew closely, and you are worried that your son will come back late. Who says that the mind of young grass can repay the glory of spring?
appreciation of famous sentences-"but how much love has the inch-long grass, did you get three spring rays?"
Meng Jiao didn't enter the Jinshi until he was 5 years old. He became a lieutenant of Liyang County. As a small official, he ended his long-term wandering life and took his mother to live. This poem was written at this time. The poem reveals the greatness of maternal love with a very ordinary and typical life detail: the old mother sewed the clothes for her son who was leaving, and because she was worried that her son would not come back for a long time, she sewed the stitches very carefully, hoping that it would be stronger and stronger. A loving mother's deep love for her son is sewn into her clothes in this way, and her son travels thousands of miles to Wan Li. This ordinary life scene, full of kinship, has been experienced by each of us, so it can arouse every reader's * * * and arouse our memories and attachment to our mother. Motherly love is not expected to be repaid, and it is also inexhaustible for children, because it is endless like the sunshine in March feeding the grass. Poetry is simple in picture, simple in language, profound in connotation and touching, so it can be widely read and spread through the ages. 6. Who can help me find five poems and words about maternal love, five for each?
Wanderer
the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother Wanderer.