1. A brief prose poem about maternal love
A brief prose poem about maternal love 1. Looking for a brief prose poem about maternal love
"Paper" Boat》——Send to Mother
Bing Xin
I / never / abandon / a piece of paper,
always / keep---- -Keep them,
fold them into small boats,
throw them into the sea.
Some were blown by the wind into the window of the boat,
Some were wet by the waves and stuck on the bow of the boat.
I am still / not discouraged / stacking them every day,
I always hope that one of them will flow to where I want it to go.
Mother, if you see/a very small white boat in your dream,
don’t be surprised that it fell into the dream for no reason.
This is/your beloved/daughter/folded/with tears/in her eyes,
Thousands of rivers/thousands of mountains, please ask it/to carry/carry/her love/and sorrow/ Go back.
Mother!
The storm in the sky is coming,
The bird hides in its nest;
The storm in the heart is coming,
I Just hide in your arms.
2. Poems about maternal love, brief ones
1. Maternal love is a sea that allows your soul to remain kind and tolerant even if it encounters lightning and thunder.
2. Maternal love is the laughter that accompanies a lifetime, maternal love is the yearning that wanders around the world, maternal love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sick beds, and maternal love is the eager expectation of their children's growth.
3. Maternal love is the greatest power in the world. Without the help of selfless, self-sacrificing maternal love, the child's soul will be a desert.
4. Maternal love is a huge flame.
5. Mother's love is a long road, a longing that wanders to the end of the world. No matter where you go, she will grow with you. That lingering concern, that earnest exhortation, will guide you and eliminate the thorns in your journey.
6. Maternal love is a high mountain. No matter how difficult you are, she is always the barrier you rely on to support us with the green shade above our heads. Her towering body protects you from wind and rain and makes you feel at ease.
7. Maternal love is like a guzheng in troubles. When your loyalty is low, the elegant melody floats, and your eyes are immediately covered with green. Maternal love is like a landscape painting, washing away the lead and carvings, leaving freshness. nature.
8. Maternal love is a high mountain. No matter how difficult it is for you, she is always a barrier to rely on. That towering body will protect you from the wind and rain, making you feel at ease.
9. Maternal love is a clear mountain spring, clean and clear. She is pure and unfailing, true and innocent, sincere and flawless. She can wash away all filth.
10. Motherly love is a long road. No matter where you go, she will be with you extending and flowing smoothly. That lingering concern and earnest exhortation will guide you and protect you along the way.
11. Maternal love is the sun that warms the soul; maternal love is the rain and dew that nourishes the soul; maternal love is the fertile soil that irrigates the soul; maternal love is the rainbow that beautifies the soul.
12. Maternal love is like sunshine, everything you feel and think about is warm! Maternal love is an idyllic poem, long and pure; maternal love is a landscape painting, natural and fresh; maternal love is a song, gentle and affectionate.
3. Poems or prose praising maternal love, be shorter and less
Poem of maternal love "Paper Boat" Author: Bing Xin I never abandon a piece of paper, always Keep it - keep it, fold it into small boats, and throw them into the sea.
Some were blown into the windows of the boat by the wind, and some were wetted by the waves and stuck to the bow of the boat. I still keep folding them every day without getting discouraged, always hoping 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 came into your dream for no reason. This is what your beloved daughter folded with tears in her eyes. May it carry her love and sorrow back home across thousands of rivers and mountains.
When the eternal mother opens her newborn eyes for the first time, the first thing she sees is the mother's extremely holy and loving gaze and the tears of joy - her eyes are unblinking, staring carefully. Your vague and ignorant heart beats instinctively towards you, but you can't express your family affection. Only your limbs dance wildly for a while, so anxious that you can't help but cry loudly. After many days and nights of nurturing, you finally sit up straight. Your little body adjusts your emotional intelligence and No matter how many languages ??are rhymed in the world, there is only one cry that is absolutely the same. There is no music or poetry. What could be more moving than this sound is that the wanderer sings about the mountains and is unwilling to send the sunset away, and the passionate sailor is unwilling to sail far away. Hope is calling.
The outside world is my paradise, and my free heart is flying.
Mother, do you care about me? My mother looked at me uneasily.
Mother, do you want my life to be more exciting? My mother looked at me with relief. Listening to the sound of the train, the whistle... holding a pair of hands tightly through the window.
Prose of maternal love mentioned in the masterpiece (Perfect Sunny Day): I want to fly, but my heart is tired. I don’t know since when, young hearts always long for independence.
How many times have I tried to escape from the shelter of my parents' wings, found my own path full of thorns, and tempered my wings in the storm. Maybe God discovered my greed and allowed me to enter this full-time high school so that I could finally get rid of my mother's nagging.
The tall teaching building, the spacious canteen, the crowded supermarket, and the unfamiliar faces all made me novel and excited. However, when everything became familiar, an unbearable loneliness and emptiness took over my heart.
The heavy study made me feel depressed and dull, and my weak body made me groggy all day long. I felt painful and wanted to go home, but the ambition and pride of the past made me endure it. Autumn seems to come very early, and as soon as it enters, I feel a chill.
The cold wind blew endlessly, causing the windows to squeal from time to time. I sat blankly in my seat reading a magazine and saw an article about maternal love, which made me think of my mother.
In the past, I would study very late some nights. At this time, my mother would bring me my favorite mung bean soup, look at me kindly, and drink the soup in one sip. Then he made the bed for me and persuaded me to go to bed early. Sometimes, when I was angry outside, I lost my temper in front of my mother, but my mother never cared about it. Instead, she comforted me and made me feel better. Before.
Only then did I realize the beauty of nagging. Those annoying words in the past are so warm in retrospect. "Ring---" The bell after class interrupted my thoughts. I quickly went to the phone booth and dialed my home phone number. My mother's kind voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Hey, who are you looking for?" "Mom, it's me." I whispered.
"**, how are you at school? Are you in good health? A person should take care of his body. The weather is cold now, so be careful to put on more clothes.
Are you used to eating?" "Okay, everything is fine."
I shed tears as I spoke. I once thought that I was a person who couldn't be emotional or shed tears. However, in front of my mother, I shed tears without any concealment.
On the weekend, sitting in the car going home, I felt particularly cheerful. Only then did I understand that no matter how far I fly, I will always be like a kite and cannot escape my mother's sight.
Mother is the thread tied to the heart. The longer and further we pull, the more painful my heart becomes.
Mottos and sayings that eulogize mothers: Maternal love is a huge flame. ——Romain Rolland (France) A mother’s love will never dry up.
——Goncharov (Su) Maternal love is something simple, natural, rich, and never-failing in a woman’s heart, just like a major element of life. ——Balzac (France) Although women are fragile, mothers are strong.
——Hugo (France) Mom, you are the perfect combination of mother, confidant and friend! ——Tagore (India) Maternal love not only refers to the mother’s love for her child, but also includes the child’s love for her mother. - Munir Nasuf (Kuwait) Mother is the only force that can make death surrender - Gorky All the glory and pride in the world come from mother.
——Gorky There is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, and that is the call of mother. ——Dante.
4. Asking for a short prose poem about maternal love
"Paper Boat" - To my mother Bing Xin I / never / abandoned / a piece of paper, always / Keep ----- keep them, fold them into small boats, and throw them into the sea.
Some were blown by the wind into the window of the boat, and some were wetted by the waves and stuck on the bow of the boat. I / am still / not discouraged / stack / every day, always hoping / that one / can flow to / where I want it / to go.
Mother, if you see a very small white boat in your dream, don’t be surprised that it fell into the dream for no reason. This is / your beloved / daughter / folded with tears / thousands of rivers / thousands of mountains, please ask it / carry / her love / and sorrow / return.
Mother! When the storm comes in the sky, the bird hides in its nest; when the storm comes in my heart, I only hide in your arms.
5. Please write a poem about maternal love, a shorter one
Dedicated to mother
"Mother Farewell to Son" by Tang Bai Juyi
Mother bids farewell to son, son bids farewell to mother, crying bitterly in the absence of light during the day. The general of the Kansai Hussars, Xin Ce Xun was defeated last year.
The imperial edict gave two million in money, and Luoyang welcomed people like flowers. New people are welcomed and old people are abandoned, 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 to walk, and at the same time, he was sitting. When he was sitting, he was crying and holding people's clothes while he was walking.
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.
"The Wandering Son's Song" Mengjiao, Tang Dynasty
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.
"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 covers the door and cries, and rolls up the broken sleeves of her shirt.
The bride with green eyebrows was twenty years old, and she was driven back home and cried through the city. Maybe he wants to learn how to play Feng Sheng, and admires 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 all 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.
"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. One hundred years and thirty-six thousand dynasties, 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.
"Answers from an Old Man in Beizhou" by Zhang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The old man went to Beizhou with a salary, and when he looked north, he was worried about his hometown. He said that the old man had three sons, and two of them had 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 separation will fall apart, and it will not be as good as being together in death and life.
Lend your fields and houses to your neighbors, and return to your hometown alone. In order to have many descendants in this life, who knows how much harder it is.
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 to stabilize the border and self-reliance, so there is no need to displace the Chinese.
"Great Night Works" by Tang Gaoshi
The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest's heart becomes desolate. Tonight I miss my hometown thousands of miles away, and I am worried about another new year on my temples.
"Fifteen" Song Wang Anshi
He sent his mother to Han Valley and left Bai Hanyin at home. When the moon comes out and Du Yu is heard, the north and the south are always concerned.
"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 day by day, and the dog and the eagle follow each other in different directions.
Isn’t there a six-foot solitary child under the knee? Ah Zhao and Amei are not crotches. The ghost lights are dim 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 the king of Han's golden cabinet to bring disaster.
"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 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.
"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 in vain as my eyes 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.
"Returning 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.
6. Poems, aphorisms, and prose about maternal love
Verses:
1. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes on the body of a wanderer. ____Meng Jiaolai's "Wandering Son's Song/Welcoming Mother's Piao Part 1"
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"
3. Pulling up the curtains and worshiping the mother river Liang, I will be worried for a long time and my eyes will dry up with tears. ____ Huang Jingren "Farewell to Old Mother"
4. I am sorry for my parents, who gave birth to me and I was exhausted. ____Anonymous "Polygonium"
5. My love for my son is endless, and I will be happy to return home. ____Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
Motto:
1. I caused a lot of chaos for my mother, but I think she enjoyed it quite a bit. ——Mark Twain
2. Mothers all over the world are so alike! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart. ——Whitman
3. What I get from my mother is happiness and the joy of telling stories. ——Goethe
4. There is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, and that is the call of mother. ——Dante
Prose:
Lotus Leaf Mother Author: Bing Xin
Calling to my mother in the room, I quickly walked over and sat next to her. ——When I turned around, I suddenly saw a big lotus leaf next to the red lotus. It slowly tilted over and was covering the red lotus... My restless mood was gone!
The rain has not abated, and the red lotus has not wavered. The rain was beating incessantly, and only some water droplets that could not flow well gathered on the brave and compassionate lotus leaves.
I was deeply moved in my heart - Mother! You are the lotus leaf and I am the red lotus. When the raindrops in my heart come, except you, who is my hiding place under the uncovered sky?
7. Short poems about maternal love
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Search for "praise of mother" "Poetry"
1. "The Wandering Son's Song" Mengjiao, Tang Dynasty
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. 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. I tied up the curtains to worship my mother and went to the river beam. I was worried for a long time and my eyes were dry 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.
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 I met, I felt pity for my thin body, and I called my son to ask about my 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 Hussars, Xin Ce Xun was defeated last year. The imperial edict granted him two million yuan, and Luoyang welcomed people like flowers. New people are welcomed and old people are abandoned, 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, but it is sad to leave two children in your family. At first, he was helping to walk, and at the same time, he was sitting. When he was sitting, he was crying and holding people's clothes while he was walking. Your husband and wife, Xin Yanwan, 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 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 the general will be able to make more contributions 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 and the eagle follow each other in different directions. Isn't there a solitary child six feet below the knee? Ah Zhao and Amei are not crotches. The ghost lights are dim at night, and the heavy snow is falling. If all the officials do not hold Dong Hu’s pen, what will happen to the orphans and widowers? Suddenly, a silver pillar ax was pierced on the ground in front of the bed, causing the king of Han's golden cabinet to bring disaster.
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 taste is sparse every day, and the sound is blocked every day. Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise 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 covers the door and cries, and rolls up the broken sleeves of her shirt. The bride with green eyebrows was twenty years old. She was sent home and cried through the city. Maybe he wants to learn how to play Feng Sheng, and admires Ling Fei as much as Xiao Shi. It is also said that the customs of the time are light and ordinary, and people try their best to obtain high-ranking positions through dangerous and strange practices. Although there are legends about gods, those who know them all know that they are delusional. A sage, a virtuous king, and a wise man 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 by admonishing him for his advice on hundreds of political affairs. 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. One hundred years and thirty-six thousand dynasties, 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 had died in the yellow sand. Now that the children have grown up, they will be recruited again next year after hearing the news. I know for sure that this separation will fall apart, and it will not be as good as being together in death and life. I will lend my land and house to my neighbors, and return to my hometown alone. In order to have many descendants in this life, who knows how much harder it is. 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 to stabilize the border and self-reliance, 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. Tonight I miss my hometown thousands of miles away, and I am worried about another new year on my temples.
12. "Buxu" Tang Sikong Picture
My mother taught Buxu, and Sanyuan Chang sent the pot. The rhymes and customs of Yun Shao stop and the Yao harp stops, and the luan and crane fly 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 pays tribute every year, and carries oranges to Qinchuan. Four people were promoted, and the middle doctor Xu Zhongxuan. Who wouldn’t admire the gods while boating on the river?
8. Does anyone know a shorter poem about mother
"Fragrance"
Author: Changting Short Pavilion
Quiet Small town
Green vines jump with mottled tile-roofed houses
The dry road is far away
The river bridge is causing waves of smoke
The sun cheers and overflows under the clouds
It is reflected again on the rising river
It shines out thousands of feet of light
It is refracted into the ring again Among the flowers and trees
The green light shines
At the other end of the light, at the end of the river's shade
A canopy of leaves is dotted on the seashore
The wanderer is eager to sail away
Holding the luggage on the left tightly
Kicking the platycodon, mushrooms and prunes on the right
The wanderer listens with a smile
< p> The wind near the sky roared with the wavesTwisted the stiff neck
Gently shook the flower in the hand
The wanderer moved his nose
p>Smoking, sniffing and smelling
Until the fragrance dissipates
The mist in the distance fills the sky
The gray vines linger beside the brand new building Strips
The asphalt covering the ground sighed with dry sorrow
The returning wanderer opened his mouth wide
His legs froze
While waiting, he whispered through his clogged nose
He smelled his mother's flowers blooming among the ancient roads
Pollen was floating in the wind
He Breathing
In this long-lost breeze
Every minute, every second, every cluster of late love
In the ubiquitous gentle breeze< /p>
He breathed the fragrance
9. Modern short poems about maternal love
That afternoon twenty years ago
The sun was burning like a mother Sending
I climbed the mountain road for the first time when I went far away
Looking for a new life in a distant place
When I said goodbye, I realized that
one thing was missing from my luggage Pieces
Fashionable Clothes
Mother whose clothes were soaked with sweat
Turned around and threw herself into the blazing sun
Poor me The mother just wanted to
get a
dispensable beautiful dress for her baby daughter
and traveled more than ten miles back and forth on the mountain road
< p> Today, many years laterAs a mother
I care for my daughter
The same is true
Mother and I am
One of thousands of mothers
No matter how tired or busy my heart is
I only want the smiling face of my child
Like the blazing sun