1. You Ziyin (Meng Jiao)

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

Before leaving, I am worried that I will return later.

Who said that the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three springs?

2. Mother's love

There is a love that no matter where you are

You can feel her warmth

There is a love that no matter where you are No matter what the danger, you can feel her heartbeat

You are happy and she is happy.

You are sad and she is crying.

Only her

Never need to be treasured

But never forgotten

Author: Haofeng Changling Source: Chinese Mother Literature Net

3. To my mother

Goethe

Although I haven’t said hello to you for a long time,

I haven’t written to you, However, don't let doubts arise in your heart

as if your son's deep love for you has disappeared from my heart

. Absolutely not, just like that rock,

It has deep roots in the water for thousands of years,

It will never leave its original place, even if it is flowing water,

Sometimes wind and waves, sometimes soft waves flow over it

so that people cannot see it.

My love for you is also inseparable< /p>

In my chest, despite the long river of life,

Sometimes it is whipped by pain and rolled violently,

Sometimes it is caressed quietly by joy,

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It is covered and blocked, so that it cannot

show up to the sun and cannot reflect the surroundings

The reflected sunlight is in front of your loving mother

Show you how much your son looks up to you.

Note: Selected from "Selected Poems Inscribed and Presented by Foreign Countries" (1994 edition by Baihua Literature and Art Publishing House). Translated by Qian Chunqi. The next poem comes from the same source. Goethe (1749-1832), German poet, novelist, and thinker. His representative works include the poetic drama "Faust" and the novel "The Sorrows of Young Werther". This poem was written in May 1767.

4. Dedicated to mother Bei Heine

Heine

I am used to walking with my head held high and my eyes turned to the sky,

My My temperament is also a bit stubborn;

Even if the king and I look face to face,

I will not lower my eyes.

But, dear mother, I want to tell you bluntly:

Even though my pride is so strong,

As soon as I come to your happy and kind side ,

I often feel inferior and shy away.

You have a lofty spirit that permeates everything.

The rays of light are radiating, floating straight to the sun, moon and stars.

It is this spirit that secretly conquers the world. I?

Recalling the past really makes me feel sad.

I did many things wrong and hurt your heart.

Such a kindhearted mother who loves me so much!

Note: [Heine (1797-1856)] German poet. Representative works include "Germany, a Winter's Fairy Tale" and so on. This poem was written around 1821 when the poet went home to visit relatives.

5. Poetry of maternal love

"Paper Boat" Author: Bing Xin

I never abandon a piece of paper,

Always keep it - keep it

folded into small boats,

thrown from the boats into the sea.

Some were blown into the windows of the boat by the wind,

Some were wetted by the waves and stuck to the bow of the boat.

I still keep folding them every day without getting discouraged,

I always hope that one of them will flow to where I want it to go.

Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,

Don’t be surprised that it entered the dream for no reason.

This is what your beloved daughter folded with tears in her eyes,

Thousands of rivers and mountains, please ask it to carry her love

and sorrow back home.

Eternal Mother

When you open your newborn eyes for the first time

The first thing you see is the incomparable holiness of a mother

Loving glances and tears of joy——

My eyes are unblinking, staring at you carefully

Your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively

< p>But you can’t express the affection, just a flurry of limbs

You are so anxious that you can’t help but cry loudly

After so many days and nights of nurturing

Finally sit up straight, your little body

After adjusting your EQ and IQ

Don’t wait, just shout out the most precious first words in your life

A cry - mother

This is the most touching primitive implication

No matter how many languages ??are rhymed in the world

Only this cry is absolutely the same

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No music, no poetry

can be more moving than this sound

Wandering Son's Song

The mountains do not want to send away the sunset

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Sentimental sailors don’t want to sail far away.

Hope is calling.

The outside world is my paradise,

The free heart is flying.

Mom, do you care about me?

My mother looked at me uneasily.

Mom, do you want my life to be more exciting?

My mother looked at me with relief.

Listen to the sound of the train, the whistle...

Holding hands tightly through the window.

6. Ah, mother

Shu Ting

Your pale fingertips caress my temples,

I can’t help but look like a child Same as always

Tightly hold on to your lapel.

Ah, mother,

In order to keep your disappearing figure,

Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke,

< p>I still didn’t dare to open my eyes for a long time.

I still treasure that bright red scarf,

I am afraid that washing it will make it

lose your unique warmth.

Ah, mother,

Isn’t the flow of time equally ruthless?

I am afraid that my memory will also fade.

How dare I open its screen so easily?

For a thorn I cried to you,

Now wearing a crown of thorns, I dare not,

Not a single moan.

Ah, mother,

I often look up at your photo sadly,

Even if the call can penetrate the loess,

How can I Dare to disturb your sleep?

I don’t dare to display the gifts of love like this,

Although I have written many songs

To the flowers, to the sea, to the dawn.

Ah, mother,

My sweet and deep yearning,

It is not a rapid torrent, not a waterfall,

It is covered by flowers and trees There is no singing in the ancient well.

1975.8?

Note: Selected from "Shu Ting's Poems" (People's Literature Publishing House, 1994 edition).