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Motherly love poems
1, Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons.

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?

2. Selected poems of Bai Juyi's Yan Shi Liu Sao.

Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.

At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.

3. Han Yu's Whose Son

The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn.

4. Wang Anshi's Tenth Five-Year Plan

Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade.

When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.

5. Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"

I went to worship the mother river beam, and I was worried about my tears.

This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.

6. Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"

I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home.

Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.

If you encounter pity, you will ask for it.

I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.

Praise mother.

Mother is a big ship.

Take me to the seaside.

Pursuing the mystery of life

Explore the magic of the world

Mother is a high mountain.

All inclusive

Hey, I grow up.

Strengthen my body and mind

Mother is a touching song.

Show me around.

With her beautiful tune

Singing the history of the motherland

Mother is a spring breeze person.

Blow away everything in the world

Yingying's footsteps

Brought great vitality.

Mother is a spring rain.

Moisturize everything on the earth.

Ah! mother

I love you and you will always be my favorite.

A hymn to mother

In my heart,

One place is unfathomable,

It never asked,

You are the fire of hope,

Light up my future, give me hope,

Every dark night,

I care about you,

Every cold night,

You give me endless warmth,

It began to rain,

Every drop of rain is telling.

Your pale fingertips touch my temple.

I can't help acting like a child.

Hold on to your skirt

Ah, mom.

In order to keep your fading figure

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.

Afraid that cleaning will make it

Lose your unique warmth

Ah, mom.

Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?

I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.

How dare I open its screen easily?

I cried to you for a thorn.

Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.

I dare not moan.

Ah, 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 like this.

Although I have written many songs.

For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.

Ah, mom.

My sweet, soft and deep memory.

Not a torrent, not a waterfall.

It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.

Mother in the wind and rain

Life is like walking on a stormy road.

Mother is at the front.

Send some umbrellas to protect the children from the wind and rain to their mothers.

Mom pushed it to me again.

Ah, the child under the umbrella,

Mother outside the umbrella,

Rain is no longer rain,

It was a tear of happiness that God sent to the world.

Mom, thank you very much.

The human body can leave,

People don't leave,

Just as we will never forget our ancestors,

Forget about mother.

Mother is the quilt on her body,

Without her, she would feel cold.

Mother is the salt in the dish,

Life is tasteless without her.

Mother must have her pain.

The pain of wandering,

It often hangs on her face,

Interwoven with laughter watching children.

Great maternal love

Pick a bunch of the brightest roses,

With all my dear words to my mother,

Mom said I was stupid,

Roses are flowers that symbolize love.

I don't know,

It is also a flower that the child gave to his mother.

I haven't heard my mother tell jokes about my childhood for a long time.

I regret it,

Listen, if you fall asleep.

Mom said, silly boy,

A mother can never finish what she has to say to her children.

Is to sleep in the grave,

You are also my eternal concern.