1. 5 ancient poems about mother (short ones are best)
1. "The Wandering Son" Tang Mengjiao
The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the wandering child. Before leaving, there is a tight gap,
I am afraid that I will return later. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light.
2. "Farewell to My Mother" by Huang Zhongze of the Qing Dynasty
Pulling up the curtains to pay homage to my mother and going to the river beam, 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 children than not to have children at this time.
3. "Tenth Five Years" King Anshi of the Song Dynasty
He sent his mother to Han ditch and left Bai Hanyin at home. When the moon comes out and Du Yu is heard, the north and the south are always concerned.
4. "Arrived Home at the End of the Year" by Jiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty
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 freshly inked.
When we meet, I pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships. I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust.
5. "Mother Farewell Son" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Mother bids farewell to son, son bids farewell to mother, crying bitterly in the dark of day.
The general of Kansai Hsiliers, who defeated Xin Ce Xun last year.
The imperial edict gave 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.
6. "Motherly Love" by Yang Weizhen of the Yuan Dynasty
A loving mother loves her young, and Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince.
The steps of the dragon and the tiger change day by day, and the dog follows the eagle and follows the 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.
7. "Mo Xuan Tu" Mian of the King of Yuan Dynasty
Bright daylily flowers grow under the North Hall.
The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom?
A loving mother leans on her door with love, but a wanderer’s journey is painful.
The sweet messages are sparse every day, and the sound and questions are blocked every day.
Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the wise birds singing.
8. "Whose Son" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
Whose son is neither crazy nor crazy? He went to the king's house to praise the Taoist priest.
The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, rolling up the broken sleeves of her shirt and leaving them in place.
The bride with green eyebrows was twenty years old, and she was driven back home and cried through the city.
Perhaps Yun wanted to learn how to play Feng Sheng, and admired Ling Fei as much as Xiao Shi.
It is also said that the customs of the time are based on ordinary people, and they strive to obtain noble positions through dangerous and strange practices.
Although there are legends about gods, those who know them will know that they are delusional.
A sage, a king, and a virtuous person can be bullied, but why should he die in a poor mountain?
Oh my brother, Yu Xincheng, I am willing to teach you from beginning to end.
It is not too late to punish him if he does not punish him.
Whoever has sympathy for his friends and relatives can write this poem to me as a gift.
9. "Dan Ge Xing" by Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty
When a person is born, the sun begins to rise. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain quickly.
Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, the night will be strong for half a day.
Singing and dancing must be done early. Yesterday is better than today.
People think that men and women are good at birth, but they don’t know that men and women make people grow old.
Short song line, no music.
10. "Answers from an Old Man in Beizhou" by Zhang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The old man was going to Beizhou with a salary, and he was worried about visiting his hometown in the north.
He said that the old man had three sons, and two of them died in the yellow sand.
Now that the children have grown up, they will be drafted again next year after hearing the news.
I know for sure that this parting will be scattered, not as good as being together in death and life.
Lend your fields and houses to your neighbors, and return to your hometown alone.
No one knows how hard it is to have more descendants in this lifetime.
According to recent legends, the emperor respects martial arts and vegetables, and strengthens his troops to quell Hu Chen.
There is a long-term strategy for peace and harmony in the border area, so there is no need to displace the Chinese.
11. "The Great Night Work" by Tang Gaoshi
The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest's heart becomes desolate.
I miss my hometown tonight, and worry about tomorrow for another year. 2. 3 ancient poems and 5 famous quotes about maternal love
All the glory and pride in the world come from the mother. (Golky)
Motherly 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, that is the happiest place (UK )
A loving mother’s arms are made of love. How can a child not feel sweet sleeping in them? (Victor Victor Hugo)
Farewell to my mother
I bowed to my mother by the river,
I am so worried that my eyes dry up with tears.
It’s a miserable snowy night in Chaimen,
It’s better to have children than not to have children at this time.
Showing old clothes
The 30-year-old silk robe still exists, although the collar is torn and warm.
It is heavily sewn and cannot be removed lightly, and there are traces of old threads on it.
"Sending Mother Back to Hometown"
Stopping and looking around, I became a prisoner of Chu.
Sentiment arose from it, and tears choked my throat.
The loving mother Fang is seriously ill and wants to consult a famous doctor.
I am in a hurry to pick up the car, but God will not spare me!
If there is nothing in return for maternal love, what more can we ask for in life!
Remembering the Mother
Wutong leaves in front of the steps
Autumn cicadas chirping in the courtyard
My loving mother was there in the past
Urging to do it Winter Clothes
Yin of the Wanderer
Mengjiao of Tang Dynasty
The thread in the hands of the loving mother,
The clothes on the wanderer's body.
Before leaving, there is a tight gap.
I am afraid that I will return later.
Whoever says nothing about grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
If you are still dissatisfied, please send me a message and attach the link to the question, thank you 3. No less than five ancient poems about maternal love
① The thread in a loving mother's hand, the clothes on a wanderer's body. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light.
②Pull the curtains and worship your mother, Heliang. I will worry about it and see the tears dry up in your eyes.
It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have children than not to have children at this time.
③The frost wipes out the reed flowers and wets the clothes with tears, and the old man no longer leans on the firewood leaf.
During the yellow plum rains in May last year, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice.
④Love is like a treasure, caress it diligently day and night.
The mother lies on a wet mat, and the child sleeps on a dry bedding.
The son went out but did not come back, so he leaned against the door and held a candle.
My son has traveled a thousand miles, and my love has traveled thousands of miles.
⑤My love for my son is endless, and I will be 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 sigh in the dust. 4. Poems about maternal love, 5 sentences
1. The thread of hard work and love is on the clothes, and the letters of old friends are treasured in the basket.
2. There was a hungry woman on the road, who abandoned her child in the grass. 3. The thread in a loving mother’s hand, the clothes on a wanderer’s body.
4. There is a tight gap before departure, and I am afraid that I will return later. 5. When a visitor comes from outside, I am always happy to hear it.
Quotations about maternal love: 1. Gonchar’s famous saying: A mother’s love will never dry up. This shows that maternal love is very great and is always with us.
2. Lao She said: Losing a loving mother is like a flower in a vase. Although it still has color and fragrance, it has lost its root. I think this sentence shows that a loving mother is very important to a person, just like roots are to flowers.
3. All glory and pride in the world come from mother. (Gorky) 4. Maternal love is a huge flame.
(Romain Rolland) 5. There is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, and that is the call of mother. (Dante) 6. A loving mother’s arms are made of love, how can a child not be sweet sleeping in them? (Hugo) 7. The sweetest word that human lips can utter is mother, and the most beautiful call is "mother".
(Gibran). 5. Five modern and ancient poems about maternal love
Sending Mother Back to Hometown Li Shangyin
Parking the car and looking around in confusion, I became a prisoner of Chu.
Sentiment arose from it, and tears choked my throat.
The loving mother Fang is seriously ill and wants to consult a famous doctor.
I am in a hurry to pick up the car, but God will not spare me!
If there is nothing in return for maternal love, what more can we ask for in life!
Fifteen Wang Anshi
Moved his mother to Han Valley and left Bai Han Yin at home.
When I heard about Du Yu in the bright moon, the north and the south were always concerned.
Remembering Mother Ni Ruixuan
It is difficult for me to cross the wide river, and I don’t know whether safety is close or not.
I shed tears of missing my loved one in the dark, I only fear that I will shed more tears for my son!
Mo Xuan Tu by Wang Mian
"Mo Xuan Tu" Part 1
Bright daylily flowers grow under the North Hall.
The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom?
A loving mother leans on her door with love, but a wanderer’s journey is painful.
The sweet messages are sparse every day, and the sound and questions are blocked every day.
Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the wise birds singing.
"Mo Xuan Tu" Part 2
Hemerocallis grows in Beitang, the color is bright and good.
If you have enough to drink from it, how can you memorize it?
How can a son of man be filial and filial in his glory and haggardness?
It rained and frosted last night, and the sky in the river was getting older.
The wanderer failed to return, feeling very sad.
Who's son Han Yu
Who's son is neither crazy nor crazy, and he went to the king's house to praise the Taoist priest.
The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, rolling up the broken sleeves of her shirt and leaving them in place.
The bride with green eyebrows was twenty years old, and she was driven back home and cried through the city.
Perhaps Yun wanted to learn how to play Feng Sheng, and admired Ling Fei as much as Xiao Shi.
It is also said that the customs of the time are based on ordinary people, and they strive to obtain noble positions through dangerous and strange practices.
Although there are legends about gods, those who know them will know that they are delusional.
A sage, a king, and a virtuous person can be bullied, but why should he die in a poor mountain?
Oh my brother, Yu Xincheng, I am willing to teach you from beginning to end.
It is not too late to punish him if he does not punish him.
Whoever has sympathy for his friends and relatives, write this to me as a gift.
Buxu Sikong Tu
My mother taught Buxu, and Sanyuan Chang sent down the pot.
The rhymes and customs of Yunshao ceased, and the Yao harp stopped, and the luan and crane flew low to brush the treasure furnace. 6. 5 lines of famous poems praising mothers
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"
A three-inch-foot-long baby 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 when the child is wet. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"
The mother is suffering and the child is not seen, the child 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 Encouragement to Filial Piety"
The prodigal son does not feel cold when the loving mother is present. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"
A thousand loves, a thousand kindnesses, a hundred hardships, who knows my parents who love me? "Children's Talk"
The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, and rolled up the sleeves of her shirt and left them in place. 〖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 An
A fetus in ten months is generous in kindness, but repayment in three lifetimes is light. "Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety"
A three-inch-foot-long baby 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 when the child is wet. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"
The mother is suffering and the child is not seen, the child 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 Encouragement to Filial Piety"
The prodigal son does not feel cold when the loving mother is present. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"
A thousand loves, a thousand kindnesses, a hundred hardships, who knows my parents who love me? "Children's Talk"
The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, and rolled up the sleeves of her shirt and left them in place. 〖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"
The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are 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 light. 〖Tang〗Meng Jiao
The sweetest word that human lips can utter is "mother", and the most beautiful call is "mother". ——Kahlil Gibran
In the vast ocean of life, mother's love is like a small island, a peaceful and peaceful place away from the rough waves. ——Les
When you are successful, everyone is a friend. But only mother..., she is the companion in times of failure. ——Zheng Zhenduo
Everything else in the world is false and empty, only maternal love is true and eternal. ——Premchand
Why does a mother’s tenderness move people to tears? Because a mother's care for her children is priceless. ————Suzuki Kenji
Mother's Hands Online Wanderer's Clothes
Everything else in the world is false and empty. Only mother is real, eternal and immortal. of. (India)
Motherly love is such a strong, selfish, and feverish emotion that occupies our entire heart. (Duncan)
In the mouth and heart of the child, the mother is God. (UK)
Mothers all over the world are so alike! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart. (Whitman)
Although women are fragile, mothers are strong (France)
Without the help of selfless, self-sacrificing maternal love, the child's heart will be a piece of cake. desert. (UK
All the glory and pride in the world comes from the mother. (Golky)
Maternal love is a huge flame. (Romain Rolland)
There is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, and that is the mother's call (Dante)
A loving mother's arms are made of love, how can a child not feel sweet sleeping in them? (Hugo)
The sweetest word that can be uttered by human lips is mother, and the most beautiful call is "mother" (Kahlil Gibran)
Maternal love is the greatest power in the world.
(Mill)
Motherly love is such a strong, selfish, and feverish emotion that occupies our entire heart. (Duncan)
Mothers all over the world are so alike! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart. (Whitman)
Song of the Wandering Son
Author: (Tang Dynasty) Meng Jiao
In the hands of a loving mother, the wandering boy wears his clothes
Before departure I'm afraid I'll be back soon
Who said that even an inch of grass can repay three spring rays
Mother
The wind and rain in the sky are coming
< p> The bird hides in his nestThe storm in my heart is coming
I only hide in your arms
——Bing Xin
My life began when I opened my eyes and fell in love with my mother's face. ——George Eliot
Maternal love is a huge flame
——Romain Rolland
Maternal love is the greatest power in the world
- Mir
All the glory and pride in the world comes from mother
- Gorky
There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, That is the mother's call
——Dante
A loving mother's arms are made of love, how can a child not be sweet sleeping in them
——Yu Fruit
How strong, selfish, and feverishly occupying our entire heart is maternal love
——Duncan
When successful, everyone is a friend. But only the mother ----- she is the partner in failure
——Zheng Zhenduo 7. About "Five-character Quatrains of Maternal Love"
Thinking of the July 31 air crash in 1992, there was a The mother named Gong Hongmei tried her best to save her daughter, but she herself died.
Thousands of miles away, the sword suddenly breaks,
The child is held in the arms of a loving mother.
The whole family of the girl died,
Sigh, how good is the luck!
The Wandering Son's Song
Meng Jiao
The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the wandering boy's body.
Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.
No one can tell the truth. Reward three spring rays.
Wandering Ziyin
Meng Jiao
The kind mother holds needle and thread in her hand. Make new clothes for the children who are traveling far away. Before leaving, she was busy sewing tightly, because she was worried that the child would never come back after leaving. Who can say that a little bit of filial piety like Xiaocao can repay the kindness of a loving mother like Chunhui?
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This is an ode to maternal love. The poem eulogizes the great human beauty—maternal love—kindly and sincerely. In the first two sentences of the poem, the people described are mother and son, and the objects described are threads and clothes, but they highlight the flesh-and-blood relationship between mother and son who depend on each other for life. The middle two sentences focus on the movements and moods of the loving mother, 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? The whole poem has neither gorgeous words nor clever carvings. 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 attracted thousands of wanderers. The *** rings. 8. Poems for mother: five-character quatrains, seven-character poems, prose poems
1. Meng Jiao's "The Wandering Son's Song" The thread in the hands of the loving mother, and the clothes on the wandering boy's body.
Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light.
2. Selected from Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou" Si'er is a young child, flying high and carrying his mother on his back. My parents thought about it then, but you should know it today.
3. Selected from Han Yu's "Whose Son" The white-headed old mother covers the door and cries, and rolls up the sleeves of her torn shirt. 4. Wang Anshi's "Fifteenth" The mother went to Hangou, leaving Bai Hanyin at home.
When I heard about Du Yu in the bright moon, the north and the south were always concerned. 5. "Farewell Old Mother" by Huang Jingren. I bowed to my mother by the river and went to Heliang. I worry in vain as my eyes dry up with tears.
It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have children than not to have children at this time. 6. Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year" 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 freshly inked. When we meet, we feel pity for the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships.
I am ashamed of the Son of Man, and dare not sigh in the dust. 7. Song Lingyun's "Remembering My Father" Wu Shu and Yan Yun broke the ruler's book. How can we hate each other when we are so far apart? The dream soul is not afraid of the distance of Chang'an, and has taken advantage of the wind several times to ask about daily life.
8. Yu Gong's "Thinking of My Mother" When the frost falls, the reed flowers wet my clothes with tears, and my old head no longer leans on the wood door. During the yellow plum rain last May, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice.
9. Ni Ruixuan's "Remembering the Mother" The river is difficult to navigate, so I can't cross it. I don't know whether it is safe or not.
In the dark, I shed tears of missing my dear ones, I only fear that I will shed more tears of missing my children! 10. Selected from Peng Gui's "Brother Jianchu came to the capital to visit relatives and was very happy". Many tears have always stained my hands while sewing.
11. Zhu Ziqing's "Back View" 12. M-O-T-H-E-R-----Howard Johnson (c. 1915) M is for the million things she gave me, O means only that she's growing old, T is for the tears she shed to save me, H is for her heart of purest gold; E is for her eyes, with love-light shining, R means right, and right she'll always be, Put them all together, they spell MOTHER, A word that means the world to me. Tang Bai Juyi's mother bids farewell to her son, and her son bids farewell to her mother. The sun shines brightly and she cries bitterly. ... 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.
First he is helping to walk and then he is sitting. The new Yanwan of your couple separated my mother and my son.
It is not as good as the crows and magpies in the forest. The mother does not lose her young, the male accompanying the female. ... On the way to Cimu's grave in the west, Chen Quji of the Tang Dynasty ... In the forest, I was dripping wine and weeping, but Ding Ning was not there to tell me to go home early.
About to return to the old mountains and leave Mengjiao. Tang Bao Rong... has a loving mother's heart, only wishing that talents can be like human beings. How much sericulture can be done, and the clothes are always new.
Who can see such attentiveness when spitting out ruler silk after eating. The other king went back to his plowing, holding fire to burn the wheels.
Shooting and Training the Fox by Tang Hanyu... A loving mother holds her child in her arms and is afraid to sit down at the table, but in her spare time she protects the chickens' nests. I think that the virtues of the universe are so great that they are always diligent in laying eggs for evil things.
The Wandering Son's Song, Mengjiao, Tang Dynasty. The thread in the hands of the loving mother, and the clothes on the wandering boy's body. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. Send Zhang Shenming's scripture examination and also to Jingzhou to visit the province. Meng Haoran of Tang Dynasty In the fifteenth year of Caiyi, I came to Chenghuan in front of his loving mother.
Xiaolian paid tribute every year, and went to Qinchuan with oranges in his arms. ... Who's son Tang Hanyu ... The old mother with white head cries behind the door, rolling up the sleeves of her shirt and leaving them in place.
Qianxing Du Fu of Tang Dynasty... I pity him for his young age when the world is in chaos, but he looks up to his mother for his kindness when his family is poor. Wuyehao by Li Qunyu of the Tang Dynasty...The four sons were scattered, but the mother's voice still remains to this day.
Traveling is Difficult Tang Guanxiu... The old lady in Gaotang's head is like frost, and her heart is filled with tears. Traveling to Yuzhang by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty... The old mother said goodbye to her son and called to the sky among the wild grass.
The white horses circled the flags, screaming and chasing each other. Three Winter Journeys by Tang Lutong... The old mother and wife waved their hands and started to travel thousands of miles with tears streaming down their cheeks.
Missing My Mother by Tang Yugong The reed flowers and tears wet my clothes due to frost, and my old head no longer leans on the wood door. During the yellow plum rain last May, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice.
Farewell to My Mother by Huang Jingren of the Qing Dynasty. I bowed to my mother by the river and went to Heliang. My eyes were dry with tears in my eyes. It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time.
Accustomed to Long Nights to Celebrate Spring - Modern and Contemporary Lu Xun... In the dream, a loving mother sheds tears, and the king's flag changes on the city wall.