1. What are the poems about the great maternal love?
What are the poems about the great maternal love? 1. What are the poems that praise the great maternal love?
1. "The Wanderer" "Yin" Tang Mengjiao
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 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 the Kansai Hsing Cavalry, he captured Xin Ce Xun last year.
The imperial edict granted 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.
At first, he was helping people to walk and then to sit down.
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 child six feet below 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 Wangmian of the Yuan Dynasty
The bright day lily 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 deceived, 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 on behalf of an old man from Beizhou" by Zhang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The old man went to Beizhou with a salary, and when he looked north to his hometown, he was worried about the visitors.
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.
12. "Buxu" Tang Sikong Picture
My mother taught Buxu, and Sanyuan Chang sent 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.
13. "Sending Zhang Shenming's Sutras to Jingzhou Province" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
In the fifteenth year of Caiyi, Cheng Huan was in front of his loving mother. Xiaolian paid tribute every year, and he carried oranges to Qinchuan.
Among the four candidates, Xu Zhongxuan was the middle doctor. Who wouldn’t admire the gods while boating on the river?
2. What are the poems about maternal love
1. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wanderer. ——Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son's Song/Welcome to the Mother"
At this moment before departure, the old mother was sewing every stitch, and the needles and threads were all so fine, because she was afraid that her son would not be able to return home for a long time. Therefore, the clothes should be sewn to be stronger.
2. People think that men and women are good at birth, but they don’t know that men and women make people grow old. ——Wang Jian's "Dan Ge Xing"
Everyone says that having boys and girls is a good thing, but they don't know that boys and girls make people age more.
3. I feel sorry for my parents, who gave me a hard time. ——Anonymous "Polygonium"
Poor my father and mother, it was so hard to raise me! Expressing pity and condolences for parents.
4. My love for my son is endless, and I will be happy to return home. ——Jiang Shiquan, "Returning Home at the End of the Year"
The love for children is endless, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time.
5. Pulling up the curtains and worshiping the mother river, I will worry about it and see the tears in my eyes. ——Huang Jingren's "Farewell to My Mother"
I lifted up the curtains. Because I was going to Heliang to make a living, I reluctantly wanted to say goodbye to my elderly mother. When I saw the gray-haired old mother, I couldn't help but burst into tears. The tears have also dried up.
3. What are the poems that praise the greatness of maternal love?
After seeing your question, I put together some of my favorites to answer: ……………… …………………………………………………… Famous aphorisms in praise of mothers---------------- Maternal love is a huge flame—— Romain Rolland Maternal love is the greatest power in the world - Mill women are fragile, but mothers are strong - France In the mouth and heart of children, mother is God - All the glory and pride in the British world come from Mother - Wherever you are, Mother Gorky, that is the happiest place - There is one of the most beautiful sounds in the British world, that is the mother's call - Dante's loving mother's arms are made of love, how can a child sleep in it? Can it be sweet (Hugo) Mother's love is so strong, selfish, and feverishly occupying our entire heart - when Duncan succeeds, everyone is a friend.
But only the mother ----- she is the partner in failure - Zheng Zhenduo Without the help of selfless, self-sacrificing maternal love, the child's heart will be a desert - British maternal love is the most important human emotion The most beautiful, because this emotion is not mixed with selfishness - one of the most beautiful things in French life is maternal love, which is selfless love, and morality pales in comparison - the mother in Japanese memory! My dearest lover, you are all my joy, all my friendship - France. Everything else in the world is false and empty. Only mother is real, eternal and immortal - Indian. The sweetest word that lips can utter is mother, and the most beautiful call is "mom" - Kahlil Gibran Respondent: Happy Little Golden Pig - Born with Jinshi Level 6 9-24 11:37 ------- ------------------- Xuan (forget-you-care grass) Chinese people call mother "Xuan Tang". "Xuan" represents mother.
Xuanhua is a member of the Liliaceae family. In summer, it blooms red and yellow flowers on the pedicels, also called forgetwort. Another plant, "Chun", represents the father, so Chinese people often call their parents "Chunxuan".
Flower language: Mom, you are so great, hidden love. Alias: forgetwort, daylily. Plant classification: Liliaceae perennial herb. Origin: China, Japan, Eastern Europe, Siberia, hybrids. Flowering period: 3~10 Monthly uses: garden plants, flower beds, potted plants, cut flowers, edible, medicinal purposes--------------------------------- ---------------------------------- The wanderer chants the thread in the hand of his loving mother. The wanderer's clothes are tightly sewn before leaving. Who says he is afraid he will return later? The Heart of an Inch of Grass Repays Three Lights of Spring Author: (Tang Dynasty) Meng Jiao Source: Dictionary of Analysis and Appreciation of Famous Chinese Poems R821.04 038 The 30-year-old silk robe is still there, although the collar is torn but still warm. The seams are so heavy that they cannot be removed lightly, and there are traces of old threads on them.
Author: (Qing Dynasty) Zhou Shouchang Source: Collection of Classification and Appreciation of Lyric Poems of the Past Dynasties/831 304-1 ----------------------- -------------------------------------------------- ------- The origin of Mother's Day In 1907, an American girl named Anna Jarvis saw many mothers and wives of soldiers who died during the First World War, lonely and desolate, so she decided to The Mother's Day movement was launched to praise and comfort mothers who suffered during the war. Miss Jarvis's mother died on the second Sunday in May 1905. To commemorate her mother and condolences to the wives and mothers of fallen soldiers, she designated that day as Mother's Day.
At that time, the First World War was ending, and Americans held a memorial meeting for their fallen soldiers, during which a resolution was passed to adopt Mother’s Day. Later, after Senator Thomas Shiffrin submitted it to the Senate for approval, President Wilson of the United States officially declared it as a national anniversary in 1914, and it was officially established.
Mother's Day inspires children to express gratitude to their parents, which is of great significance and has won the favor and support of religious groups. With the strong promotion of Christianity, it soon spread to all countries in the world.
Many countries in the world now commemorate Mother's Day, and our country also praises model mothers on this day to promote maternal education. The special symbol of Mother's Day is the Dutch carnation flower.
This is what Miss Jarvis chose when celebrating the second Mother's Day. It is said that this was An’s mother’s favorite flower during her lifetime. Those who participated in the celebration placed it on their lapels. If the mother was alive, she would wear red carnations to show respect; if her mother had passed away, she would wear white flowers to express commemoration and remembrance. .
Source: Encyclopedia of China v.3, page 146 R 049.2 448 Commemorative Festival Manual/co-authored by Sun Shanfu and Yu Yi, pages 182-183 R 398.5 395 ----------- -------------------------------------------------- ------------------- Mother's Bell When you come back disappointed, my child, no matter how tall you are, your mother's heart can still surround you. I would like to be your "Mother Clock" until the day the old clock breaks.
Source: Mama Zhong/Xiaomin 848 010-2(2) Mother’s Bible. Whenever I open this Bible, I can’t help but hug it to my chest, like hugging my dear mother. I can still smell the faint fragrance from my mother's body and see my mother's beautiful and elegant appearance. Source: Mama Zhong/Xiao Min 848 010-2(2) Learn to be a good mother "The hand that pushes the cradle is the hand that changes society." "Mother" is a privilege given to women by God. Being a mother and sacrificing for her children is priceless. , giving is also unconditional.
Source: Mama Zhong/Xiaomin 848 010-2(2) ---------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- -- "Mom" When I met you, I was ten years old/you were thirty-five. You are a mother with a round face/Your love is a basin full of bath water/It is so warm that it almost makes me float.
Author: Fei Hong------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------- Mother Earth keeps spinning when you are young. When I fell into a pool of blood in the ditch, you suddenly picked me up from the hands of the earth. You are your almighty strongman! A thousand raindrops fell from the edge of the umbrella. They poured into your back. But I was untouched by the rain in your arms. The hospital is actually the end of the marathon. It is you, the brave ambulance! Stars and mornings are constantly born and dying. I also know that they age and leave. Regret will always be deeply rooted in the heart after farewell. The grass is endless, the river can't complain, the spring is warm, the sea and the sky are boundless. You are the incarnation of Guanyin! Author: Gao Mingcheng Source: 95 Asian Poets Collection/Compiled and Printed by Li Poetry Society 803.1 209-1 ---------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- -- Modern parents accept their children with respect, understanding and care.
4. What are the ancient poems that express the greatness of maternal love?
Such as "My mother is holy and kind, I have no one else", "The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wanderer", "Night performance" "The solitary lamp is dark, and the white hair is new when combed in the morning" etc.
"The Wandering Son's Song" Tang Meng Jiao
The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the wandering boy'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.
"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 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.
"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 overjoyed 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.
"Great Night Works" by Tang Gaoshi
The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guests' hearts are filled with sadness.
I miss my hometown tonight, and worry about tomorrow for another year.
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I am afraid that I will come back later. Whoever says nothing will be rewarded with three spring lights.
2. "Farewell to My Mother" by Huang Zhongze of the Qing Dynasty
Pulling up curtains and worshiping the mother river The Liang Dynasty is gone, and the tears are dry in vain.
It is a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it is better to have children at this time than to have no children.
3. "Fifteen" Song Wang Anshi
I sent my mother to Han Valley and left her home in the shade of Bai Han. When the moon was bright and I heard about Du Yu, the north and the south were always concerned.
4. "Arrived Home at the End of the Year" by Jiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty
Ai Zi My heart is endless, I am so happy to return home. My cold clothes are densely stitched, and my letters home are freshly inked.
When I meet, I pity the thin body, and I call my son to ask about my hardships. I hang low and feel ashamed of my son, not daring to sigh in the dust.
5. "Mother Farewell Son" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Mother farewells son, son bids farewell to mother, crying bitterly in the daylight.
General Guanxi Hussars, last year Polu's new policy honor.
The imperial edict bestows two million dollars, and Luoyang welcomes people like flowers.
New people welcome old people who have abandoned them, and the lotus flowers in the palms are thorns in the eyes.
< p> It is not enough to be sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, but it is sad to leave two children in Jun's family.At first, I help you walk, and at the beginning, you sit, sitting, crying, walking and holding people's clothes.
As for you and your wife. The new Yanwan separated my mother from her son.
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 fall with the wind. The child is on the branch.
Newcomers and newcomers listen to my words, Luoyang’s infinite Red Mansions Girl.
I hope the general will make more contributions and there will be more newcomers better than you.
6 , "Motherly Love" by Yang Weizhen of the Yuan Dynasty
Motherly love, love for the young, Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince.
The steps of the dragon and the tiger change with each passing day, and the dog follows the hawk and follows the trend.
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There is no six-foot solitary child under the knee, Ah Zhao and Amei are not croaking.
Night ghost ghosts are still and the lights are blurred, and heavy snow leaks down.
Hundreds of officials are not stubborn. Dong Hubi, what do you call an orphan and a widower?
Suddenly, the silver pillar ax was poked on the ground in front of the bed, and the trouble was the book in the golden cabinet of King Han.
7. "Mo Xuan Tu" Yuan Wangmian
Cancan Hemerocallis flowers grow under the north hall.
The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom?
A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer has a hard journey.
The sweet message is sparse every day, and the message is blocked every day.
Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear it. The Language of the Wisdom Bird.
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 cries, and the sleeves of the shirt are torn off.
The bride with green eyebrows is twenty years old. She is sent home and weeps through the city.
Maybe she wants to learn to play the Feng Sheng, so she admires her spirit. The concubine is comparable to Xiao Shi.
It is also said that the customs of the times are ordinary, and people try to be dangerous and strange to get noble officials.
Although there are legends about gods, those who know them all know that they are delusional.
The sage, the king, and the virtuous can be deceived, so why bother to die in the poor mountains?
Oh my brother, I am sincere, and I am willing to teach you from beginning to end.
A lesson from the punishment of one hundred political affairs. , don’t punish Weiwaner for it.
Who or his friends and relatives can feel pity for me, and write this poem to me as a gift.
9. "Dan Ge Xing" by Wang Jian of Tang Dynasty
< p> When a person is born, the sun rises. It is late to go up the mountain, and it is fast to go down the mountain.Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, the night will be strong for half a day.
If there is singing and dancing, it must be early. Yesterday Healthy 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 songs, no music.
10. "Dai Bei" Answer from an old man in Zhouzhou" Zhang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The old man went to Beizhou with a salary, and looked at his hometown in the north. He was worried about the guests.
He said that the old man had three sons, and two of them had died in the yellow sand.< /p>
Now that the children have grown up, they will be recruited again next year after hearing the news.
I know that this parting will be scattered, and it is not as good as staying with each other through life and death.
I will lend my farm and house to you. Neighbors, let’s return to our hometown alone.
In this life, it is more difficult to seek many descendants. Who knows how hard it is.
According to recent legends, the emperor respected martial arts and vegetables, and he wanted to strengthen his troops and keep them quiet. Hu Chen.
There is a long-term strategy for peace and harmony in the border areas, so why bother displacing the Chinese.
11. "The Great Night" by Tang Gaoshi
> The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest's heart is so sad.
My hometown is far away tonight, and I am worried about another year in the future.
12. "Buxu" by Tang Sikong < /p>
My mother teaches step by step, and Sanyuan Chang sends down the Peng Hu.
Yunshao rhymes and customs stop Yao Se, and Luan and crane fly low to brush the treasure furnace.
13. "Send Zhang Shenming's Sutra and Go to Jingzhou Province" Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
In the fifteenth year of Caiyi, Cheng Huan came in front of his loving mother. Xiaolian paid tribute for the year, and carried oranges to Qinchuan.
< p> Four tweets, the middle man Xu Zhongxuan. Boating on the river to say goodbye, who would not admire the gods.6. Poems expressing the great maternal love
Excellent poems praising the great maternal love, such as "The mother is holy and kind, I have no one to ask for", "The thread in the hands of the loving mother is like the clothes on the wanderer's body", "The lights are dark alone at night, and the hair is white and new in the morning", etc.
(1) My mother is holy and kind, and I have no one to ask her for. "My mother is holy and good, I have no one to ask for", the words come from "The Book of Songs·Beifeng·Kaifeng". The poem says: The glorious wind comes from the south, blowing the thorny heart. The heart of the thorn is young, and the mother's family is tired. The glorious wind comes from the south and blows 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. This is a poem describing the mother's hard work. In the poem, maternal love is described as the gentle breeze coming from the south, caressing the child's childhood. Even though there are seven sons, the mother still works very hard, and maternal love is so great. And "My mother is holy and kind, and I have no one to ask her for." That is to say, "My mother is sensible and virtuous. It is difficult for me to repay my mother if I am not good enough."
(2) The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the body of the wanderer. "The thread in a loving mother's hand, the clothes on a wanderer's body" comes from Meng Jiao's "The Wandering Son's Song". The poem says: 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 light. This is an ode to maternal love that has been passed down through the ages. The poem eulogizes the great human beauty and maternal love in a cordial and sincere manner. "The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering child", the people written are mother and son, and the objects written are thread and clothes, but it highlights the flesh-and-blood feelings of mother and child relying on each other. "Before departure, I am afraid of returning late" focuses on the movements and mood 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. "Who says that the heart of an inch of grass can repay three rays of spring" is the sublimation of the whole poem. It uses popular image metaphors to express the fiery feelings of a child. How can we repay maternal love like spring and children like grass?
(3) The lights are dim at night, and the hair is white and new in the morning. "The lights are dark in the night, and the hair is white and new in the morning." This is a quote from the Qing Dynasty poet Shen Shouhong's "Remembering the Mother". The poem says: Poverty is a Confucian matter, and it is difficult to be an old relative. I feel pity for the poor rice guest from afar, and I have been a native of Yilü for a long time. The lights are dim at night, and my hair is white and new in the morning. There is no benefit in giving birth to a boy, it is just tiring and difficult. The poem describes an elderly mother who is concerned about her son's hardships and often stands leaning against the door, eagerly waiting for her son's arrival. Although my mother is old and her hair is graying every day, she still works hard for her children and grandchildren "at night, alone and in the dark." The troubled old relatives and the selfless mother are really touching.
7. Verses praising the great mother
Modern poetry: Maternal love is the connection of blood and veins and the blessing of children. Mother’s pain is like the spring wind blowing her gently. Mother's love is the clouds in the sky that always let the scorching sun pass through her body, bringing wind and rain to the earth to bring peace. Mother's love is the clouds after the rain, which always makes the cleaned earth lie in her arms without abandoning it. The colorful dream of life is written in the high sky: Mother's love is an eternal theme of mankind. We have given it too many interpretations and given it too many connotations. There is no heart-stirring and wind-swept historical epic. When the waves of the sea reverse, maternal love is like a spring rain, a clear song, which moistens things silently and lasts for a long time. Contemporary essayist Yu Qiuyu wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mother... ...And their end point is aging... The old man calling for mother in his twilight years cannot help but move people. A cry that ends the return and ends the wandering." Mother's love is the final destination of wanderers in the world, and it is the glance that nourishes the hearts of children. The clear spring accompanies the children's sips and sips, and is continuous and continuous. Therefore, the lingering mother's love is blended into the children's laughter and tears. Mother's love is like an idyllic poem, remote and pure, elegant and light; Mother's love is like a landscape painting, which washes away the lead and carvings, leaving behind freshness and nature; mother's love is like an affectionate song, melodious and melodious, sung softly; mother's love is like a gentle wind that blows away the falling snow and brings spring. Infinite. Maternal love is the laughter that accompanies a lifetime, maternal love is the longing for the wandering world, maternal love is the concern and anxiety of the children before the sick bed, maternal love is the eager expectation of the children's growth. The wanderer chants the thread in the hands of the loving mother in Meng Jiao, and the wanderer wears the clothes. Before departure There is a tight gap, and I am afraid that I will return late. Who can say that the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three spring rays. A loving mother loves her son, not for repayment. [Han] Liu An was very kind to her ten-month pregnancy, but she was light in repayment in her three lives. "Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety" "A baby with a foot and three inches, ten and eight years of work. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety" The mother calls the child to lie down dry, and the child is sleeping wet. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety" The mother is suffering and the child is not seen, and the child is tired and the mother is uneasy. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety" 》My old mother is one hundred years old, and she often misses her eighty-year-old son. "Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety" The prodigal son does not feel cold when the loving mother is in front of me. "Children's Talk" The white-headed old mother cries behind the door, and rolls up the sleeves of her broken shirt. [Tang Dynasty] Han Yu's mother's robe hangs down her shining tube, and Wusu's silent night stand is silent. "Collection of Proverbs" There is a thread in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes on the wanderer's body. Walking in dense seams, I am afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three spring rays. [Tang Dynasty] Meng Jiao Xi Meng's mother, choose a neighbor. The son does not learn, cut off the opportunity. "Three Character Classic" Mother, the first in the world Mother; maternal love, the first love in the world. Zi Yan The only unpolluted love in the world - that is maternal love. Zi Yan When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only your mother - she is your partner when you fail. Zheng Zhenduo mourns I am sorry for my parents, who worked hard to give birth to me. "The Book of Songs" Where can I be a parent without a father, and who can I rely on without a mother? "The Book of Songs" The virtue of the father, the inheritance of the son. The word "Strict" means parents are virtuous; children have good education. "Motto Couplet" Don't be happy if you have children, don't sigh if you don't have children. [Tang Dynasty] Han Yu people saw that boys and girls are good, but they don't know whether boys are boys or girls. To urge people to grow old. [Tang Dynasty] Wang Jian.
8. Great poems about maternal love
, "Mother Farewell to Son" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Mother bids farewell to son, son bids farewell to mother, the sound of crying is painful in the absence of light during the 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.
At first, he was helping people to walk and then to sit down.
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 me, 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.
9. What are the poems about "maternal love"
1. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wanderer.
2. Pulling up the curtains and worshiping the mother river, I will worry about it and see the tears in my eyes. 3. My father gave birth to me, and my mother gave birth to me.
4. My love for my son is endless, and I will be happy to return home. 5. When you meet someone, you pity the thin person, and when you call him, you ask about his hardships.
6. A loving mother relies on her door, but a wanderer has a hard time traveling. 7. The male and female scream in the air, but they will not return even after the sound is exhausted.
8. The old mother said goodbye to her son, calling to the sky among the wild grass.
1. "The thread in the hands of a loving mother is on the clothes of a wanderer."
From Meng Jiao's "The Song of the Wandering Son", the original poem is: The thread in the hands of a loving mother is on the clothes of a wanderer. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. Translated as: A loving mother uses the needle and thread in her hands to make clothes for her son who is traveling far away.
Before leaving, I sewed stitch by stitch, fearing that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who dares to say that children with filial piety as weak as Xiaocao can repay the kindness of Chunhui Puze? 2. "Wearing curtains to bow to our mother river, I will worry in vain to see my tears dry up."
From Huang Jingren's "Farewell Old Mother", the original poem is: Wearing curtains to worship my mother and river beams, I will worry in vain to see my tears drying up. . It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time.
Translated as: Because I was going to Heliang to make a living, I lifted up the curtains and reluctantly said goodbye to my elderly mother. I couldn’t stop crying when I saw the gray-haired old mother, and the 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.
3. "My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me." It comes from the pre-Qin Dynasty's "Polygonium". The original poem is: "Polygonum and Polygonum are the ones who steal the Polygonum and Yihao."
I feel sorry for my parents, who worked so hard to give birth to me. Polygonum is used by Curcuma, and Curcuma is bandited by Yiwei.
I feel sorry for my parents, who gave me a hard time. The bottle is empty, Wei Lei is ashamed.
The life of ordinary people is not as long as the death. What kind of father is there without a father? Without a mother, what can you rely on? When you go out, you will hold your shirt, and when you enter, you will be 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.
The virtue of wanting to repay. Haotian is extremely stupid! The Nanshan Mountain is fierce and the wind is blowing.
The people are all hungry, so what harm can I do! The rhythm of Nanshan Mountain is fluttering in the wind. The people are all in need of food, but I alone cannot die! Translated as: Look at the wormwood growing tall, but it is not wormwood but loose wormwood.
Poor my father and mother, it was 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! The bottom of the water bottle is empty, and the water jar is full of shame.
Living alone is meaningless, it is better to die early. Without a biological father, where can I rely on? What can I rely on if I don’t have my biological mother? I feel sad when I go out for a walk, and I don’t know where to stop when I enter.
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 kindness, but it’s hard to predict the disasters God will bring! Nanshan is so high that it is difficult to climb over, and the wind is so fierce that it is daunting. Nothing bad happened to anyone, why did I suffer this disaster? Nanshan is so high that it is difficult to cross, and the strong wind makes people tremble.
There is no misfortune for everyone, and you can’t always support me alone! 4. "My love for my son is endless, and I am very happy to return home." From Jiang Shiquan's "Returning Home at the End of the Year/Arriving Home at the End of the Year". The original poem is: My love for my son is endless, and I am very happy to return home.
The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are fresh with ink marks. When I met, I felt pity for my thin body, and I called my son to ask about my hardships.
I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust. Translated as: My love for my son is endless, and the happiest thing is that my wandering son returns in time.
The stitches used to sew the winter clothes are densely packed, and the ink marks on the letters home are as good as new. My mother felt distressed when she saw her son losing weight, and called me to inquire about the hardships of the journey.
Mother, my son is already ashamed of you and will not have the heart to tell you about the troubles he suffered while living abroad. 5. "When we meet, we pity the thin ones, and we call our children to ask about their hardships."
From Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year/Arriving Home at the End of the Year", the original text is: The 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.
Translation: The love for your son is endless, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time. The stitches used to sew the cold clothes are densely packed, and the ink marks on the letters home are as good as new.
My mother felt distressed when she saw her son losing weight, and called me to ask me about the hardships of the journey. Mother, my son is already ashamed of you and will not have the heart to tell you about the troubles he suffered while living abroad.
6. "The love of a loving mother leaning against the door makes the journey difficult for a wanderer." From Wang Mian's "Moxuan Picture Part 1", the original poem is: Brilliant 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 taste is sparse every day, and the sound is blocked every day.
Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the wise birds singing.
Translated as: The brilliant day lilies grow under the Beitang.
The south wind blows the day lily, and for whom is it swaying to reveal its fragrance? The kind mother leans against the door and looks forward to her child, but the wanderer on a long journey is so miserable! The care for the parents is becoming alienated every day, and the news of the children cannot be reached every day. Looking up at a cloud forest, I heard the cry of the wise bird and felt ashamed to miss her.
7. "The male and female sing in the air, and they will not return even after their calls." It comes from Bai Juyi's "Poetry of Swallows to Liu Sou". The original poem is: There are two swallows on the beam, male and female.
Between the two rafters holding mud, four children were born in one nest. The four children have long days and long nights, and they are asking for food diligently.
Although the claws are eager to be worn out, the mind is not tired. I have been going back and forth for ten seconds, as if I was afraid of hunger in the nest.
After thirty days of hard work, the mother becomes thinner and the chick becomes fatter. He murmured teaching words and brushed his sweaters one by one.
Once its wings are fully fledged, lead them to the branches of the garden. He lifts his wings without looking back and flies in all directions with the wind.
The male and female scream in the air, but they never come back. But I went into an empty nest, chirping sadly all night long.
Yan Yan, don’t be sad, you should go back and think about yourself. Si'er is a young child, flying high and carrying his mother on his back.
My parents read it then, but you should know it today. Translated as: A pair of swallows came up from the roof beam, flying gracefully, one male and one female.
He built a nest between the rafters with mud in his mouth, and gave birth to four baby swallows in one nest. The four baby swallows grew up day and night, and their cries for food could not be stopped.
Caterpillars are not easy to catch, and the yellow-mouthed swallows never seem to have enough to eat. The two swallows grabbed it with their claws and held it in their mouths. They exhausted all their strength and worked tirelessly.
After a while, I went back and forth for ten times, and I was worried that the little swallows in the nest would be hungry. After thirty days of hard work, I lost weight in the mother swallow and fattened the chicks.
Nunan kept teaching Xiaoyan their pronunciation and groomed them one by one. Once the little swallow's feathers grew plump, it was attracted to the branches in the courtyard. Without looking back, it flew away in all directions with the wind.
Two swallows, male and female, screamed in the air, even though they were hoarse, they couldn’t call them back. I had no choice but to go back to the empty nest and scream all night long! Lao Yan, don't lament, you should think back to the past.
Think about the time when you were baby swallows and you also flew away and how much your parents missed you when you abandoned your parents. You should experience it today! 8. "The old mother bid farewell to her son, calling the sky among the wild grass." This is from Li Bai.