This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. Open the curtain, because I want to go to He Liang to make a living, so I reluctantly bid farewell to my elderly mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying, and my tears dried up.
What's the use of adopting a son if you can't be filial to your mother on this snowy night and drive away this miserable and divided Chai Men? I still don't want it. 2. The Prodigal Son Tang Dynasty: The thread in the hand of Meng Jiao, a kind-hearted mother, made clothes for her wayward son's body.
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?
A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze? 3, "Kaifeng" pre-Qin: anonymous Kaifeng from the south, blowing its heart. I want to die, and my mother has a reward.
The wind blows from the south, and the wind blows from the other side. God, I have no family.
Did you catch a cold? Under Xun. With seven children, my mother is very hard.
The yellow bird, with its voice. There are seven children, don't comfort your mother.
The fluttering breeze is blowing from the south, blowing the heart of jujube trees. The tree heart is still too delicate, and my mother is really hard.
The wind fluttered, and the wind blew from the south, blowing the dense branches of Zizyphus jujuba. Mother's understanding is virtuous, and I can only repay it if I can't do it.
Cold spring, cold spring and cold spring, the source is there. Even with seven sons, mother is still working hard.
The little yellow bird is singing, and its voice is melodious and beautiful. Even with seven sons, it can't comfort the mother's heart.
4, "Mother Biezi" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's mother Biezi, son Biemu, crying during the day without light. General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.
Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan. New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.
It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home. At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.
With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated. It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.
It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.
I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you. Mother's son, son's mother, the sunshine in the daytime seems to have lost its luster because of sadness, and there is infinite sadness in crying.
The family lives in Chang 'an, Kansai, and her husband is a general in a high position. Last year, he was awarded a knighthood for his outstanding military exploits. I also got a reward of 2 million, so I married a bride as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade in Luoyang.
If the bride is not satisfied when she comes, she will ask her husband to abandon her wife; She is the lotus in his palm, and I am the nail in their eyes. It is human nature to like the new and hate the old, and it is not enough to be sad. I will pack my bags and leave helplessly.
But sadly, her husband's family still has two biological children left. One can walk by the bed and the other can sit up.
The sitting child is crying, and the walking child is clutching my clothes. You and your wife are new lovers, but you never let our mother and son meet again.
At this moment, my heart is full of unspeakable sadness. People's fickle feelings are not as good as the black magpie in the forest. Mothers don't leave their chicks, and males always take care of them. This scene is like a peach tree in the backyard. The petals that once covered the greenhouse have fallen with the wind, and the young fruits will still hang on the top of the tree to experience frost, snow and rain.
Newbie, newbie, listen to me. There are countless beautiful women in Luoyang Red Chamber. I hope the general will achieve something in the future and marry a more exquisite bride than you. 5, "Hey" Pre-Qin: I am anonymous, I am Artemisia.
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. I am a loser, but I am a thief.
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. It is a pity that the bottle is used up.
It is better to die for a long time than to live with fresh people. What if there is no father? What can I do without my mother? Get a shirt when you go out, and you're exhausted when you go in.
My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Caress me, feed me, nurture me, nurture me, take care of me, go in and out of my stomach.
The virtue of wanting to repay kindness. Heaven is so chaotic! Nanshan is fierce and the wind is blowing.
I don't care, I'm alone! Nanshan method, drifting with the wind. Everyone is in the valley, I'm not alone! Look, mugwort has grown taller, but it's not mugwort, it's mugwort.
Pity my parents, it's too hard to raise me! Look at the wormwood that snuggles up to each other, but it's not wormwood, it's Wei Pity my parents, it's too tiring to raise me! It is a shame to fill the bottle with water, because the bottom of the bottle is empty.
Living alone is boring. Might as well die early. What can I rely on without my real father? What do you depend on without your own mother? Going out for a walk is sad, and getting started is at a loss.
Dad, you gave birth to me. Mom, you raised me. You protect me, love me, support my growth, nurture me, think that I don't want to leave me, go out and hug me.
I want to repay my parents' kindness, and the disasters in the old society are unpredictable! The height of Nanshan is hard to surpass, and the biting wind is daunting. Everyone has no misfortune. Why am I the only one who was robbed? Nanshan Mountain is too high to cross, the wind is biting and shivering.
No one is unfortunate, and I can't be the only one.
2. Ancient poems about maternal love (whole poem)/kloc-0 1.000000000000000000 Love, how do I know my parents? Children's language
The bald old mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt sleeves were broken. Han Yu
3. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward 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? [Tang] Meng Jiao
4. The baby is heavy in October, and the three students are rewarded lightly. Song of exhorting filial piety
The mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet. Song of exhorting filial piety
6. The mother is bitter and the mother is uneasy. Song of exhorting filial piety
7. My mother is one hundred years old and often reads until she is eighty. Song of exhorting filial piety
8. My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nursed me, cared for me and answered me. The Book of Songs
9. The prodigal son respects his loving mother and doesn't feel cold. Song of exhorting filial piety
10. When the mother instrument hangs down, the pipe will be bright and the Wusu Night Station will be silent. Motto collection
1 1. In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over.
12. Mourn my parents and give birth to me. The Book of Songs
13. What's the point without mom and dad? The Book of Songs
14. The only unpolluted love in the world is maternal love. Strict words
15. When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is the partner of failure. zheng zhenduo
3. What are the poems about maternal love? 1. Thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son. -Meng Jiao's "Wandering Sons/Welcome Mother to Wander"
At this moment before departure, the old mother's stitches were so thin that she was afraid that her son would not come home for a long time and would sew the clothes more firmly.
2. People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. -Wang Jian's "Short Song"
Everyone says it is a good thing to have boys and girls, but they don't know that boys and girls are older.
3. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. -Anonymous "Guo E"
Pity my parents, it's too hard to raise me! Expressed his pity and regret for his parents.
I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to go home. -Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
There is no end to loving your son, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time.
5. Bow down to the mother river beam and weep in vain. -Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
Open the curtain, because I want to make a living in He Liang, I can't bear to say goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying, and my tears had dried up.
4. An ancient poem about maternal love 1, "Farewell to Mother" Huang Qing Ren Jing bowed to his mother's river beam and was not worried about anything but tears.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. 2, "Maternal Love" Yuan Yangwei loves maternal love chicks, and Zhao is the Crown Prince.
The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle. If there is no six-foot lonely soul under the knee, a Zhao may not be born.
At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks more than four drums. A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout? What's more, Han Wangjin stabbed a silver axe in front of the bed, which was a disaster.
3, "Mother Biezi" Tang Baijuyi's mother Biezi, the son is not a mother, there is no light crying during the day. General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.
Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan. New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.
It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home. At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.
With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated. It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.
It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.
I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you. 4, "The Book of Songs Hurricane Kaifeng" Kaifeng is a southerner, blowing his heart.
I want to die, and my mother has a reward. The wind blows from the south, and the wind blows from the other side.
God, I have no family. Is there any cold in the spring? Under Xun.
With seven children, my mother is very hard. The yellow bird, with its voice.
There are seven children, don't comfort your mother. 5, "Jade" Tang Li Bai Hu Feng blows on behalf of the horse, and holds Luyangguan in the north.
Wu Bing took a photo of Hai Xue and asked when it would come back. Halfway through Liao and Jin, Huang Yun was in great pain.
The old mother and son left without saying goodbye and cried among the weeds. The white horse is surrounded by flags and mourns to climb high.
Poplar autumn moon is bitter and cold, and Zhang Yushan is in early autumn. I'm from Ming Xiu, and I haven't been idle while cutting Lu Su.
Do you cherish fighting to death and sweep away fierce stubbornness for you? Without feathers in the stone, it's hard not to be afraid of danger.
If the ship flies like a whale, it will fall into the bay of stars. This song can't be played, as evidenced by the three armed forces.
6. The wanderer sang the thread in the hands of Tang Mengjiao's loving mother and made clothes for his wayward 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? 7. "Send Mother Home" Don Li Shangyin stopped to look around and set me up as a Chu prisoner.
Feeling from this, sadness and tears stuck in the throat. Fang's mother is seriously ill and wants to be a famous doctor.
The bus is very urgent today, so it is difficult to stop! Motherly love has nothing to report, what can life expect! 8. "Night Cry in the Second Dock" Tang Baijuyi lost his mother in the second dock and was dumb. Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old.
Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved. If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart.
A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad. What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness.
Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died. What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird.
The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied. 9, "Whose Son" Yu is neither crazy nor crazy, and went to the palace to be a Taoist.
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city.
Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang. It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position.
Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood. Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty?
Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end. It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies.
Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts? 10, "Mother's Grave in the West" Tang Chen was sick at the top of the mountain, the sun was dim, and the birds were sparse at dusk.
The forest was empty, but Ding Ning told me to go home early.
5. There are 3 ancient poems and 5 famous sayings about maternal love. All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. (Gorky)
Motherly love is a huge flame. (romain rolland)
There is a most beautiful voice in the world, and that is the call of mother (Dante)
Mom, where you are, where is the happiest place (UK).
A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child sleep in it without sweetness? (Hugo)
Bielaomu
To worship the mother river beam,
Worry, watch.
On the tragic snowstorm night in Chai Men,
It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
Dry old clothes.
The robe is still there and the collar is still warm.
I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it.
Send mom home.
I was trapped in prison when I parked the car.
Feeling from this, sadness and tears stuck in the throat.
Fang's mother is seriously ill and wants to be a famous doctor.
The bus is very urgent today, so it is difficult to stop!
Motherly love has nothing to report, what can life expect!
Mu Yi
Platanus acerifolia
Ming Qiu Chan quadrangle
In the past, the loving mother was there.
The impulse to make winter clothes
A traveler's song
Tang mengjiao
The thread in the loving mother's hand,
Make clothes for her wayward son.
She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.
But how much love does an inch of grass have,
Make three spring scenery.
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6. Ancient poems describing maternal love
1, Go to Laoshan and Stay in Meng Jiao.
Tang baorong
There is no sharp edge in choosing wood, and there is no clever way to make fish.
How to bite off more than one can chew?
The former never gets tired of farming and never leaves his relatives for a day.
I am thousands of miles away, and I am absent-minded.
You are kind to your mother, but you only imagine one person.
Silkworm and mulberry can grow, and clothes are always new.
Spit a foot of silk at a meal, who sees this hospitality.
Don't go back to farming, set the wheel on fire.
2. "Send Zhang to Jingzhou"
Tang Meng Hao ran
In the colorful fifteenth year, before trying to be a loving mother.
Lian Xiao paid tribute at the age of 20, and Huai Ju went to Qinchuan.
Four tweets, Zhong.
Don't row on the river, who doesn't look to the gods.
3. Missing Mother
Don
First frost, Lu Hua, tears wet her skirt, bald and helpless.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
4. Xuan Mo Map
Wang Yuan cotton
The first part Xuan Mo Tu
Brilliant day lily flowers, Luosheng North Hall.
The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit?
A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.
May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful.
Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.
The second part is Xuan Mo Tu.
Hemerocallis is born in Beitang, and its color is fresh and good.
What if I drink too much?
Is the son of man filial to his heart in honor and love?
It rained and frosted last night, and the river was old.
The wanderer didn't return, and his heart was pounding.
5. Tenth Five-Year Plan
Wang Song Anshi
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.
7. A poem about maternal love, The Wandering Son, Meng Jiao.
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?
Bao dingxian
Shi Xiaoyou
Xue Mei is thin, the moon is long, the longan is cold, and the sky is new. I miss the emperor's death and chop and change, and urge Candle dragon to open a pheasant. Worship the dance, hold the jade for longevity, and the flowers are full of fragrance to spread the phoenix marrow. Qing Yu point, Xu Tao thousand hectares, spring to Nanshan sound Zhou Ding's predecessors are handsome. The body is sincere and double-hearted. Indulge in color, cherish flowers in spring, feast at night, colorful play in Yaochi. Drum Shu Qi, all over the lakes and mountains. Scared to break the red and astringent green. Laugh at that idiot scoundrel. Hit the goldfish to the ground. I didn't read the satrap, but once took the hand to take pictures of green quinoa. To Zhu Yan Yundong, clean up the Taiping song and dance. Celebrate maternal love and filial piety. Li Yu-Chang, unable to see the sun, returned to Shazhou and praised Zhong Hua's filial piety.
Drying old clothes-(Qing) Zhou Shouchang
The robe is still there and the collar is still warm.
I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it.
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