The composition of a poem about family affection is 1. It can be used as an inscription on family ties in the composition.
Affection tells the story of Mulan replacing her father. Affection is the story of Meng Mu's three moves; Affection is the melody of A Bing Erquan reflecting the moon.
Affection is rain, which takes away irritability and leaves coolness; Family is the wind, blowing away sadness and leaving happiness; Family is the sun, which takes away darkness and leaves light. Affection is the greatest. No matter you are happy, depressed, miserable or hesitant, it will always walk gently on your road and accompany you quietly for life.
Family is a tree, everyone is its root, let it absorb nutrition and stay young forever; Family is a river, and everyone is its tributary, so that it will never dry up and surge forward; Family is a fire, and everyone is its firewood, so that it will never go out and warm the four sides.
2. Poems about family relations
First, wandering songs
Author Meng Jiao, Tang Dynasty.
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?
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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?
Secondly, I remembered my brother in Shandong when I was on holiday in the mountains.
Author Wang Wei, Tang Dynasty
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
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Being alone is always a bit bleak, and I miss my distant relatives every time I go to the Double Ninth Festival. Far away, I feel sorry for myself when I think of my brothers climbing high with dogwood.
Third, when will there be a bright moon?
Author Su Shi, Song Dynasty
Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, happily drank the next morning, drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. No E79FA5E98193E59B9EE7AD 943133431346439 Do you know what year it is today? I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
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On the Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing, I drank happily until the next morning, got drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe. When did the bright moon begin to appear? I raised my glass and asked the distant sky. I don't know the date of the palace in heaven. I want to ride the breeze back to the sky, but I'm afraid that the buildings built by Meiyu can't stand the cold of nine days.
Dancing under the moon and enjoying the clear shadows is not like on the earth. The moon revolves around the scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. Mingyue shouldn't have any resentment against people, should she? Why is it round when people are gone?
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon changes from sunny to sunny. This kind of thing has been difficult to be comprehensive since ancient times. I only hope that all the relatives in this world can be safe and healthy, and even if they are thousands of miles apart, they can enjoy this beautiful moonlight.
Four, ah, mom
Author Shu Ting Dynasty Modern
Your pale fingertips touched my temple, and I couldn't help grabbing your skirt as I did when I was a child.
Oh, mother, in order to keep you drifting away, 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, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth.
Oh, mother, the running water of the years is as ruthless, for fear that the memory will fade. How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried out to you for a thorn, and now I dare not moan with a crown of thorns.
Oh, 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 in this way, although I have written many songs, for flowers, for the sea and for the dawn.
Oh, mother, my sweet and deep memory is not a torrent or a waterfall, but a dry well that can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
Verb (abbreviation of verb) "Song of Persuading Filial Piety"
Author Xu Xi Qing Dynasty
The baby is underage and was pregnant with his mother's stomach in 10. Longing for mother's blood, longing for mother's meat.
The baby will be born and the mother will be in prison. I'm afraid I'll become a ghost after giving birth.
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Before a child becomes a baby, it needs to be conceived in the mother's womb for ten months. Eat your mother's meat when you are hungry and drink your mother's blood when you are thirsty.
At the moment when the child is about to give birth, the mother seems to spend time in prison. I'm afraid of having children, and I'm afraid that I and my children will suffer disasters because of unsatisfactory production.
3. Poetic family composition
The most precious thing in the world is family. Family ... they always show up at the most critical moment. Below, it is a story that makes people cry.
After the 5 12 Wenchuan earthquake, rescuers found a mother in the ruins. At that time, she was already dead. She was crushed to death by a collapsed house. Through the cracks in the piles of ruins, we can see her dead posture, kneeling on her knees, crawling forward with her whole upper body and supporting her body with her hands on the ground. Some people bow down like the ancients, but her body is deformed by the pressure, which looks a bit strange. Rescuers reached through the cracks in the ruins to confirm that she was dead, shouted at the ruins again, and knocked on the bricks several times with a crowbar, but there was no response. When the crowd walked to the next building, the rescue captain suddenly ran back and shouted "Come here" as he ran. He came to her body again, struggling to reach under her body and groping. He touched it a few times and shouted, "Someone, a child, is still alive."
Under her body lay her child, wrapped in a small red quilt with yellow flowers, about 3 or 4 months old. Because of the protection of her mother's body, he was not injured. When he was taken out, he was still sleeping quietly. I found a mobile phone tucked in the quilt. The doctor subconsciously looked at the screen of the mobile phone and found a text message on the screen, "Dear baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you". The doctor who once saw where you would go shed tears at this moment. The mobile phone passed, and everyone who saw the news shed tears.
On the most helpless road of life, family is the most lasting motivation, giving us selfless help and dependence; On the most lonely emotional road, family members are the most sincere companions, which makes us feel incomparable warmth and comfort; At the most helpless crossroads, affection is the clearest road sign, guiding us to reach our goal smoothly.
4. A poem describing love
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If it rains like a cloud.
Affection,
It is a ray of sunshine that illuminates your heart and gives you warmth.
Is the ubiquitous concern, giving you care.
It is a signpost on the road of life, guiding you.
Thirst is a bowl of porridge to satisfy hunger and thirst.
When it's cold, it's a cotton coat to keep you warm.
It is an umbrella in rainy days, sheltering you from the wind and rain.
It is your support when you are tired and gives you warmth.
It is a hug when you are sad, and it will heal you.
Affection,
Is constant love!
It is deep love!
5. Poems about "Love"
Emotion in poetry
1. Thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward 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: "Wanderer")
2. Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans will cry in the pot.
We are born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other? (Cao Zhi: "Seven Steps Poetry")
3. My parents heard that the woman came and went out to help each other;
As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup.
When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep. ("Mulan Ci")
Although a country is divided, the mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
5. A vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle, and a wild goose rang in autumn.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
6. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want to write a book.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. (Zhang Ji: "Qiu Si")
7. A stranger in a foreign land misses his relatives during holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Wang Wei: vacationing in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong)
8. Every winter solstice in Handan, I always have a knee lamp.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. (Bai Juyi: "The Solstice of Winter in Handan" misses home at night)
9. The child took the clothes and asked: Why don't you come back?
* * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (Du Mu: "Going Home")
Nostalgia in Poetry
1. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")
2. I left home when I was young, and my local accent has not changed.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)
3. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come.
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. (Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)
It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.
The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng: "People are homesick every day")
6. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking")
7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. (Li Bai: The Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night)
8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bingzhou is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Journey to the North")
9. A vagrant hears drums that indicate fighting, and a wild goose rings in autumn.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")
6. Watch your family and write 800 poems.
She has been observing, observing ... She is a primary school student named Xiaoxue.
What she has been paying attention to is her parents. Her parents went to the big city and said, "Come and pick her up when life is good."
She has no friends at school, but her only friend is her puppy. She goes to school every day with Xiaoxue, and no one dares to bully her. Xiaoxue's grades are not very good, but this time, even the teacher was surprised to be the first in the class.
It turned out that her parents said, "As long as she can win the first place in the class five times, they will come back early." This makes Xiaoxue have fighting spirit. No, she won the first place in her class.
Her family lives in the mountains, 500 meters away from the school. She gets up after 3 o'clock every day to fetch water and leaves a note at home in case her parents come back at this time. When cooking, everyone is carrying the stove outside, hoping to see their parents come back; Leave a note at school; It was you who came back from school. She always runs home as fast as possible.
One is to see if my parents have arrived home, and the other is that I can't bear to see birds coming home, pigeons coming home and the sun setting ... Once, she saw a couple walking in the mountains (few people came here). Xiaoxue thought it was her parents, running and jumping there, thinking: Mom and Dad, I miss you so much. Now I can see you, she thought, and I will be scattered soon. But just after I got there, my heart cooled a lot. It turns out that they are not their parents. Xiaoxue ran home crying, and her eyes were swollen the next day.
Xiaoxue is still watching. Look.
7. Composition and appreciation of emotions
You just need to write something about yourself and your parents. When you are sad, your father
Father is a profound poem, which can only be understood by careful taste.
It is rare to have a real long talk with my father, and I always feel that my father is becoming more and more serious and rigid. There has been a deep generation gap between myself and my father, and I feel that I am no longer a good boy in my father's eyes.
I used to be the pride of my parents. In the past, sometimes I helped my parents do a little thing. At this time, parents always have a happy smile on their faces and their hearts are full of happiness.
I don't know when I learned to be silent, to talk back, and to slam the door to show my resistance to my parents. Gradually, I thought I had grown up, and I liked to hide my worries and deliberately keep my distance from my parents. How many times have I seen my father's embarrassed expression, and his eyes showed melancholy helplessness and incomprehension? I am proud of my so-called independence. I am becoming more and more reticent, and my father is becoming more and more serious and rigid. I gradually blame my father for not understanding and caring about myself.
But from that moment on, I finally understood my father's poem.
I remember once having a stomachache. I thought I would get better when I woke up. I didn't expect it to get worse, but it got worse. It was a little uncomfortable, but I survived.
Until the evening, the pain was unbearable. My first thought is my silent father. I thought, "Although he is a little grumpy at ordinary times, he still cares about me." Maybe you think it's really dangerous to be alone, okay I began to regret my rebellious behavior towards my father, but what's the use of regretting now? However, this city is preparing for the inspection of civilized cities. My father is a conscientious civil servant who sleeps every day. Considering his busyness, I changed my mind and thought of my mother instead, but she didn't?
Finally, I dialed my father's phone and he heard the news. It is raining in the sky. I thought my father could not get away. I began to sink into endless meditation. I stared into his eyes when he came into my room. What a pair of eyes His eyes are bloodshot, but he reveals a fatherly light. There seems to be a trace on my father's stern face. My father opened his mouth to say something, remained silent for a long time, and then asked me about my illness. My father used to be a doctor. Under the care of my father, I finally got better, and then my father left in a hurry. The ice between us cracked in an instant. )
Father, only when you understand, will you suddenly realize that the truth is so profound. Father is a poem, a meaningful poem, a broad-minded mountain, a sea full of affection. In fact, both the sun and the moon in the sky love the earth, but their expressions are different. The moon shines on the earth with soft moonlight, while the sun uses light and heat. Father will not use words to express it, but only use actions to convey it. Although sometimes you can't see it, you will find that father, like tea, has a faint fragrance.
Ah, father, you have devoted so much love to me, but I have never found out how much I regret now, but it is hard to make up for it. Let me be your father in the next life and take care of you as you take care of me.
8. Poems and articles about family ties. As long as there is one, give it to me, thank you.
1. Thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward 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's Wandering Sons)
2. Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans will cry in the pot.
We are born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other? (Seven Steps Poems by Cao Zhi)
3. My parents heard that the woman came and went out to help each other;
As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup.
When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep. ("Mulan Ci")
Although a country is divided, the mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")
5. A vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle, and a wild goose rang in autumn.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night)
6. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want to write a book.
Repeated fears, unspeakable haste, pedestrians come and leave; (Zhang Ji "Qiu Si")
7. A stranger in a foreign land misses his relatives during holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Wang Wei's "I miss my Shandong brother on vacation in the mountains")
8. Every winter solstice in Handan, I always have a knee lamp.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. (Pretending to be Yi's Homesick at Night in Winter)
9. Why did you come back too late?
* * * Who is fighting for time; Win sideburns? (Du Mu's "Returning to the Tomb")
What is kinship? Affection is a dictionary in which you can find "joy" and "warmth". What is affection? Family is a star, which can guide the lost heart in the dark. What is kinship? Affection is a rope, which is closely connected with its body, mind and heart. What is affection? Affection is a jar of honey, which contains rich fragrance and makes people ecstatic. What is kinship? Family is a dictionary, a star, a rope and honey. In fact, affection is a kind of happiness.
2. What is kinship? She is instantly touched by her heart, but it is often a complete change. It is the power that can change the expectation for ten months, the magic that can forget the mission, and the eternal longing for peace.
What is kinship? It is the first time for her to give, but it is also a permanent one, a kind of selflessness that can feel the responsibility and then turn it into a habit.
What is kinship? She is the beginning of missing, but it doesn't end. It is a nostalgia for home and a yearning for reunion.
With the passage of time, many past events have faded away. But in the long river of history, there is a star that shines forever, and that is affection. Time can make people lose everything, but family members can't give up. Even if one day, relatives leave, but their love will always stay in the deepest part of the child's soul. Don't let your family face the impact more and more powerlessly in the bustling modern social changes. At least we can start from ourselves and don't leave regrets for ourselves. As the saying goes, "the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the son wants to raise it." Send a warm greeting to your parents that is not a luxury now!
9. There are poems about family.
1. I often go, Yangliu is Yiyi; I want to come today, it's raining->
2. Mourning can make you cry, and looking far can make you return to China-Han Yuefu Folk Songs >
3. Humayi North Wind, Crossing the South Branch of the Bird's Nest-Nineteen Ancient Poems by Han
4. But how much love did the grass get-Don Meng Jiao >
5. Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Tang Song Wen Zhi >
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! When you passed my window, was the plum blossom Han Mei's flower? -Tang Wang Wei >
7. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home-Don Li Bai >
8. Where is your hometown? Unless you are drunk, forget it-Song Liqingzhao >
9. miss your relatives more during the festive season-Tang Wangwei >
10. It's moonlit tonight. I wonder who Qiu Si will fall into-Don Wang Jian >
1 1. Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate singing birds like Laoshan-Downs Kong Tu >
12. Only the lake is reflected in front of the door, and the spring breeze does not change the old waves-Tang He Zhang Zhi >
13. Teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent remains unchanged. -Tang He Zhangzhi >
14. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Tang Du Fu >;
15. Sadness is more than sadness. Parting-Warring States. Chu. Qu yuan >
16. The day of parting is far away, but the day of clothing is slow-Korea. >
17. After the wild goose falls, think before the flowers-Sui Xue Daoheng >
18. Stay away from hatred like grass in spring. You can go further and live-Li Yu of Southern Tang Dynasty >
19. If you keep cutting, the reason is still chaotic, which means leaving sadness. Especially the general taste is in your heart-Li Yu >
20. It is easier to see when you are away, and the water is gone in spring. What a heaven and earth-Li Yu >
2 1. It's almost as difficult for friends to meet each other. As for the rising stars-Don Du Fu >;
22. I advise you to drink one more glass of wine. There is no reason to go abroad-Don Wang Wei >
23. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows a gentleman-Tang Gaoshi >
24. The Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun-Li Bai >
25. The last time we met in the flowers, in the flowers where we parted, it has been a year since it bloomed today-Don Wei Wu Ying >
26. I've known her for a long time, and we've been apart for a long time. The east wind rises and flowers fall-Tang Shangyin >
27. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn. -Don Mutu >
28. If there is no north-south road outside the door, people should avoid parting-the same as above.
29. Peach, plum, spring breeze, a glass of wine, a lamp for ten years. —— Huang Song Ting Jian >
30. Alone at the bottom of the river, the moonlight is like water. Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year-Tang >
3 1. There should be no hate. When will it grow into a circle? -history >
32. I wish you a long life and a thousand miles * * *-same as above.
33. Wandering songs
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.
But how much love does this inch of grass have? Make three spring scenery.
34. longing for spring
Du Fu
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.
Wang Wei
As a stranger in a foreign land,
Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.
Know where the brothers climb,
There is a man missing from the dogwood.
36. Seven-step poem
Cao zhi
Boil beans and burn beans,
The beans are crying in the kettle.
Originally born from the same root,
What's the hurry?
Think of my brothers on a moonlit night.
Du Fu
A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle,
A wild goose sings in autumn.
He knew that the dew tonight would be frost,
How bright the moonlight is at home! .
Oh, my brothers, lost and scattered,
What does life without you mean to me? .
But if something goes wrong with peacetime letters,
What can I expect during the war? .
Qiu Si.
Ji Zhang
Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang,
The writer's book is full of meaning.
I can't talk about it in a hurry
Pedestrians came and opened again.
10. Do you know those poems and articles that describe family ties?
A paper boat selected from Bing Xin's poems-I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper for my mother's sake. I always keep it, fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I am still not discouraged, and 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 he dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please ask him to come back with her love and sadness! Motherly love is a blood connection and a blessing for children. Motherly love is like the wind in spring. Motherly love is green, when she gently blows across the earth. A mother's love is a cloud in the sky, always letting the scorching sun pass through her body first, calling for wind, rain and peace. Motherly love is the sunset after the rain, always letting the washed earth lie in her arms and writing colorful life dreams in the high sky.
Maternal love is the eternal theme of human beings.
We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations. There is no soul-stirring historical epic, no shocking reversal of stormy waves, and a mother's love is like a spring rain, a clear song that moistens things silently for a long time.
Yu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... Their destination is the aging ... elderly people in their twilight years. It is impossible to cry for their mothers without moving people, and they cannot but cry for their return and wander." Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. With the children sipping and sipping, it is endless. Therefore, the lingering maternal love is integrated into the children's laughter and tears.
Motherly love is like an idyll, far away and pure, elegant and light; Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural. Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly; Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring. Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter and a wandering yearning. Motherly love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sickbed. Motherly love is the ardent expectation of their children's growth.
Mother is a huge ship, carrying us to the sea, pursuing the mystery of life and exploring the world. Mother is a magical mountain, which contains everything to raise us to grow and be strong. Mother is a touching song, which takes us all over the country with her beautiful tunes and sings the history of the motherland. Mother is the spring breeze, which blows everything in the world and brings great vitality. Mother is a spring rain, nourishing everything on the earth! Mom, I love you. You are the eternal love in my heart. I was born weak and sour about life.
Life is homeless, why is it steaming! "Words sad, sad, generous enough, moved the tears of the next century. 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's mother is the greatest person. -ancient maternal love is the most sincere love in the world.
-Dong Baoping There is the most beautiful voice in the world, and that is the mother's call. -Dante's son is worried about the country for thousands of miles.
Only when the children are brought up can they know the kindness of their parents. The world is spacious and the parents are generous.
All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. Gorky's maternal love is a huge flame.
-Roman Roland Motherly love never dries up. -Goncharov Motherly love is a simple, natural, rich and inexhaustible thing in women's hearts, just like a major factor in life.
-Balzac Women are fragile, but their mothers are strong. -Hugo's mother, you are the perfect combination of mother, confidant and friend! Tagore's maternal love not only refers to the mother's love for the child, but also includes the child's love for the mother.
-The sweetest word that Mrs. Munirnasu's lips can utter is mother, and the best call is "mother". -Ji Bolun Consciousness is the mother of progress, and inferiority is the source of degeneration, so consciousness is indispensable and inferiority is indispensable.
Zou Taofen is the mother of all inventions. Everything is hard on labor and becomes the truth of the matter.
-Tao Xingzhi's "Mother" is an endless book; Mother is an endless distant mountain. Jiang Zuhui? Looking back on Ding Ling, between the child and the mother, the mother is always an overloaded ship, and she is willing to go through all kinds of hardships.
-mortal proverb There is a deep, true and inexhaustible love between children and mothers. This kind of love is the eternal spiritual pillar of children and mothers and the real value of our national survival.
-Hao Bing Being a matchmaker and being a mother are two basic desires of women-Qian Zhongshu watched the children grow up day by day and enriched their knowledge day by day, as if the farmers saw their crops maturing day by day, and the mother's heart was full of happiness and joy. -Yang Mo warrior's wife, child's mother, child's father; A soldier's wife is a woman and a man.
-Liu Yusen babies grow up in their mothers' arms and get their first feelings and thoughts from their mothers ... It can be said that it is women who carefully cultivate their children's hearts and are great mothers. Kang Keqing's mother's cup is always full.
-Wang Dechun The caress of an ignorant mother and a good child is just a bottle. -Mortal motto: Mother is an umbrella, a giant English, we are children under the umbrella, giants in Wan Li.
-Xi Murong All the glory and pride in the world come from my mother. Gorky's maternal love is a huge flame.
-Roman Roland Mom, where you are, where is the happiest place. -British loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child sleep in it without sweetness? The sweetest word that Hugo's lips can utter is mother, and the best call is "mother"-Ji Bolun's maternal love is the greatest power in the world.
-Mill Everything in the world is false and empty, but mother is real, eternal and immortal. Indian maternal love is so intense and selfish that it occupies our whole hearts.
-Duncan In the child's mouth and heart, the mother is God. How similar mothers all over the world are in Britain! Their hearts are always the same.
Every mother has a very pure heart. -Whitman A woman is fragile, but her mother is strong.
France has no selfless self.