1. What are the poems about "mother's nurturing grace"

1. "Polygonum"

Pre-Qin: Anonymous

Polygonum is used by Curcuma, and the bandit of Curcuma and Artemisia is used. I feel sorry for my parents, who worked so hard to give birth to me.

The one who uses Polygonum Polygonum is Curcuma, and the one who steals Curcuma is Yiwei. I'm sorry for my parents, who made me exhausted.

My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me. Caress me, feed me, grow me and nurture me.

Take care of me and return me, go in and out of your belly and me. Desire to repay virtue. Haotian is extremely stupid!

Translation: Look at the wormwood growing tall, but it is not wormwood but loose wormwood. Pity my father and mother, they worked so hard to raise me! Look at the wormwood and wormwood clinging to each other, but they are not wormwood but wei. I have pity on my father and mother, they are too tired to raise me!

Dad, you gave birth to me, mother, you fed me. You protect me, love me, raise me and nurture me. You miss me and don’t want to leave me. You embrace me when you go out of your house. I want to repay my parents for their great kindness, but it is difficult to predict the disasters God will bring!

2. "Huainanzi"

Han: Liu An

A loving father does not love his son in return.

Translation: A loving mother loves her children not so that they can repay her.

3. "Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety"

Qing Dynasty: Xu Xi

The kindness of the ten-month fetus is heavy, but the repayment of the third life is light.

Translation: The kindness a mother owes to her for carrying her baby in ten months is too great, even if it takes three lifetimes to repay it, it feels too light.

4. "Zengguang Xianwen"

Ming: Anonymous

Sheep have the kindness of kneeling to breastfeed, and crows have the meaning of feeding back.

Translation: Lambs have the act of gratitude by kneeling down to receive breast milk. Little crows have the feeling of feeding their mother crows with food in their mouths. Children must also know how to be filial to their parents.

5. "The Song of the Wandering Son"

Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao

The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the body of the wandering boy.

Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.

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

Translation: The kind mother, with needle and thread in hand, rushes to make new clothes for her child who is about to travel far away. Before leaving, I sewed it stitch by stitch, fearing that my son would come back late and the clothes would be damaged. Who said that a weak filial piety like Xiaocao could repay the kindness of a loving mother like Chunhui Puze? 2. Poems praising parents for their painstaking efforts in raising their children

Former Meng’s mother chose a neighbor. If you don't learn, you will lose your chance. "Three Character Classic"

A loving mother loves her son not for retribution. 〖Han〗Liu An

A fetus in ten months is generous in kindness, but repayment in three lifetimes is light. "Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety" du

A baby one foot three inches long has ten and eight years of merit. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"

The mother calls the child to lie down when he is dry, while the mother sleeps wet when the child poops. "Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety"

The mother is suffering and her son is not seen, the son is tired and the mother is uneasy. "Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety"

My mother is one hundred years old and she often prays to her eighty-year-old son. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"

The prodigal son does not feel the cold when the loving mother is in front of you. "Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety"

Love a thousand kindnesses and hardships, who knows my parents who love me so much? "Children's Talk"

The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, and rolled up the sleeves of her shirt. 〖Tang〗Han Yu

When the mother's instrument hangs down, it shines brightly on the tube, and in Wusu, the light shines silently on the night stand. "Collection of Proverbs"

A loving mother loves her son not in return. 〖Han〗Liu Quan'an 3. What are the ancient poems that never forget to repay parents for their upbringing?

1. "Polygonum" - Anonymous in the Pre-Qin Dynasty

Polygonum is used by E, bandit E Artemisia. I feel sorry for my parents, who worked so hard to give birth to me.

The one who uses Polygonum Polygonum is Curcuma, and the one who steals Curcuma is Yiwei. I'm sorry for my parents, who made me exhausted.

Translation: Look at the wormwood growing tall, but it is not wormwood but loose wormwood. Pity my father and mother, they worked so hard to raise me! Look at the wormwood and wormwood clinging to each other, but they are not wormwood but wei. I have pity on my father and mother, they are too tired to raise me!

2. "Sending Mother Back to Hometown" - Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty

Mother's love has nothing to repay, so there is nothing more to ask for in life.

Translation: If my mother cannot repay her kindness in raising me, what else in life is worth pursuing?

3. "The Wandering Son's Song" - Meng Jiao of Tang Dynasty

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

Interpretation: Who dares to say that children with filial piety as weak as Xiaocao can repay the kindness of Chunhui Puze?

4. "Ancient Farewell"

Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao

If I want to say goodbye, I will lead Lang Yi, where will I go now?

If you don’t regret coming back late, don’t go to Linqiong.

Interpretation:

When it was time to say goodbye, I held the clothes I paid for and asked: Where are you going this time?

I won’t blame you for coming back late. You must not go to Linqiong.

5. "National Style·Bei Feng·Kai Feng"

The Kai Feng comes from the south and blows the thorny heart. The heart of the thorn is young, and the mother's family is tired.

The glorious wind comes from the south, blowing away the thorny firewood. My mother is holy and kind, and I have no one to ask for.

Is there a cold spring in love? Under the dredging. He has seven children, and his mother works hard.

The yellow bird carries its sound. If you have seven children, don’t comfort your mother’s heart.

Translation:

The warm wind blows from the south and blows on the buds of the jujube trees. The jujube tree buds are tender and strong, and the mother is working hard to raise her children.

The gentle wind blows from the south, and the jujube trees grow into firewood. The mother is sensible and kind, and she does not blame her if her son is not good.

The water from the cold spring is bone-chilling, and its source is right next to Junyi. The mother raised seven children, and the sons grew up to be tired mothers.

The oriole is singing gracefully, so sweetly and loudly. A mother who raises seven children should not be comforted. 4. Poems about honoring parents

1. Pulling up the curtains and worshiping the mother river, I will be worried for a long time and my eyes will dry up with tears. It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time. ——From "Farewell to My Mother" by Huang Jingren in the Qing Dynasty

Vernacular interpretation: Because I was going to Heliang to make a living, I lifted up the curtains and reluctantly wanted to say goodbye to my elderly mother. I saw her gray hair. The old mother couldn't help crying, and her tears dried up. On this windy and snowy night, I couldn't fulfill my filial piety by my mother's side but had to cover my mother's door and walk away miserably. I couldn't help but sigh: What's the use of raising a son? It's better not to have one.

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

Vernacular interpretation: A loving mother uses the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her son who is traveling far away. Before leaving, I sewed it stitch by stitch, fearing that my son’s clothes would be damaged if he came back late. Who dares to say that children with filial piety as weak as Xiaocao can repay the kindness of Chunhui Puze?

3. Polygonum is used by Curcuma, and it is bandited by Curcuma and Artemisia. I feel sorry for my parents, who worked so hard to give birth to me. ——From the Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous "Polygonum"

Vernacular interpretation: Look at the height of the wormwood, but it is not wormwood but loose wormwood. Pity my father and mother, they worked so hard to raise me!

4. There are three types of filial piety: first, respecting relatives, secondly, not being humiliated, and secondly, being able to support. ——From "Book of Rites" in the Spring and Autumn Period

Vernacular interpretation: Filial behavior can be divided into three levels: the highest level is respecting parents in speech, behavior and heart, and the second level is not beating, scolding and insulting Parents, be good to them, and the next best thing is to be able to provide for them until they die. Of course, it would be unfilial to not even be able to provide for one's retirement.

5. The nature of heaven and earth is that human beings are noble; no human behavior is greater than filial piety, and no filial piety is greater than a strict father. ——From the Qin and Han Dynasties' "Book of Filial Piety·Shengzhi Chapter 9"

Vernacular interpretation: Among all things in the world, human beings are the most noble. There is no more important human behavior than filial piety. Among filial piety, nothing is more important than respecting your father.

5. Quotations to express gratitude to parents. Write gratitude for their parents’ upbringing and understanding of their parents’ hearts

The Wandering Son. Author: Meng Jiao. Era: Tang Dynasty. Genre: The thread in Yuefu’s loving mother’s hand, and the wandering boy’s body. We work closely together, fearing that we will be late in returning. Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light. Rhyme translation: The kind mother holds needle and thread in her hand, making new clothes for the children who are traveling far away. She is busy before leaving. The stitches are so tight that they worry that the child will 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? Comment: This is an ode to maternal love. The poem eulogizes the great human beauty - maternal love in a cordial and sincere way. In the first two sentences of the poem, the people written are mother and son, and the things written are threads. and clothes, but it points out the flesh-and-blood affection between mother and son. The middle two sentences focus on the actions and attitude of the loving mother, showing the mother's deep love for her son. Although there are no words or tears, they are full of love. The pure love, gripping, and tear-jerking. The last two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences. They use popular image metaphors to express the fiery feelings of the child. How can we repay the maternal love like spring and the children like grass? ?The whole poem has no gorgeous words or clever decorations. It is full of rich and mellow poetic flavor in fresh, smooth, simple and plain language. It is sincere and sincere. It has touched the heartstrings of many readers for thousands of years and caused thousands of emotions. The cries of wanderers. Famous sayings about gratitude. They work hard and die. (Zhuge Liang's "The Master's Model") The crow has the meaning of feeding back, and the sheep know that the kindness of kneeling at the breast and the dripping of water should be repaid by the spring. Who can tell? In the heart of the grass, bees sip nectar from the flowers in return for three spring rays, and they thank each other eagerly when they leave. But the flamboyant butterfly believes that the flowers should express their gratitude to him. - Rabindranath Tagore: If someone helps me, I will never forget it; if I help others, I will never forget it. Keep it in mind. - Hua Luogeng Every kind of favor has a barb, which will hook the mouth that swallows the favor. The benefactor can drag him wherever he wants - Don't be ungrateful compared to lying and vanity. , gossip, alcoholism or other evils that exist in the hearts of vulnerable people are even more powerful - British proverb: Despicable people are always ungrateful: ingratitude is originally a part of being despicable - Hugo An ungrateful person falls into difficulty, is Unsavable - Greek proverb: If a person receives a great favor and later turns against the benefactor, he must take care of his own dignity and must be more vicious than an unrelated stranger. He must prove the other person's guilt in order to explain his ruthlessness. —— Thackeray Gratitude is the least of virtues, ingratitude is the worst of vices - British proverb An ignorant person wants to do something good, but ends up doing harm to others; a little magpie plucks out its mother's feathers and returns them. Thinking that you have repaid the kindness of your upbringing - Tibetan proverb: The kindness of parents cannot be drowned in water, and fire cannot extinguish it - Soviet proverb: Father's kindness is higher than the mountains, and mother's kindness is deeper than the sea - Japanese proverb: To know the kindness of parents, you should hold your children and grandchildren in your arms - Japan Proverb: Only when you raise a child do you know that your mother has worked hard, and only when you raise a daughter do you know how grateful your mother is for her kindness - Japanese proverb: You don't know your mother since childhood, but you only know how to repay your mother's kindness when you raise children - Japanese proverb: If you don't care about the family, you don't know how expensive firewood and rice are; if you don't raise children, you don't know how to repay your mother's kindness - Chinese proverb: Father is born I, mother, bow to me, hold me, feed me, grow me, nurture me, take care of me, revive me, come in and out of my belly, wishing to repay the virtue, Haotian is extremely ignorant. I tie the grass with the ring, and repay the kindness through the night. The silhouette of the solitary lamp is slender, looking at the child like a dragon, looking up to the sky. The cold frost floats on the temples, the waist of the skirt is lowered in spring, and the eyebrows are raised in autumn. In the 32nd year, the wind and rain poured down, the rain disappeared, and the thoughts were like a tide. I remember my loving mother who has worked hard for half a life. , Kneel down as a suckling lamb, and repay the present day.