Mother's Day ancient poems

1. Ancient poems about Mother's Day

Ancient poems about Mother's Day 1. Poems about Mother's Day

1. "Wandering Son's Song"

Author: Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty

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

Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.

Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.

Translation: A loving mother uses the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her son who is traveling far away. Before leaving, I sewed it stitch by stitch, fearing that my son would come back late and the 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. "Fifteen" is also known as "Jiangmu"

Author: Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty

On the Han ditch of Jiangmu, there was a white gauze shade left at home.

When I heard about Du Yu in the bright moon, the north and the south were always concerned.

Translation: I brought my mother to Hangou (Jiangsu), but my family is still in Baizhen (Dangtu, Ma'anshan). The mother heard the cry of the cuckoo on a full moon night, and thought of her son who had left home. Although they were thousands of miles apart, they still cared about their family.

3. "Ci Mu Tomb in the West"

Author: Chen Quji of Tang Dynasty

The shadow of the sun is dim on the high mountain top, and there are few birds sitting alone at dusk.

In the forest, I was dripping wine and weeping, but I didn’t see Ding Ning’s advice to go home early.

Translation: The head of Gaogai Mountain (located in Qigang Village, Dayang Town, Yongtai County, Fuzhou City) was reflected in the afterglow of the setting sun. At dusk, I stood alone in the forest silently. Only a few birds returned to their nests. I paid tribute with a few drops of white wine in front of my mother's grave, and couldn't stop my tears from flowing down. I can no longer hear my mother’s voice telling me to go home early.

2. Ancient poems about mothers

1. "Wandering Son's Song"

Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao

The thread in the hands of a loving mother, Wanderer's shirt. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light.

Translation:

The loving mother used the needle and thread in her hands to make clothes for her son who was traveling far away. Before leaving, I sewed it stitch by stitch, fearing that my son would come back late and the 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. "Farewell to My Mother"

Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren

Pulling up the curtains and worshiping my mother, I went to the river beam, and my eyes were dry 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.

Translation:

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 help crying when I saw the gray-haired old mother. On and on, 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. "Mother Farewell Son"

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Mother bids farewell to son, son bids farewell to mother, crying bitterly in the day without light. 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 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.

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 the general will be able to make more contributions and that there will be new people better than you.

Translation:

Mother farewells her son, and her son farewells her mother. The sunshine during the day seems to have lost its luster due to sadness, and the cries are filled with infinite misery. The family lives in Chang'an, Kansai. The husband holds a high position as a general. He made military exploits last year and was awarded a knighthood. He also received a reward of two million yuan, so he married a beautiful bride in Luoyang.

When the bride is not satisfied, she asks her husband to abandon her; she is the lotus in his palm, but I am the thorn in their eyes.

It is a common thing in the world to like the new and dislike the old. This is not a tragedy in the first place, so I will pack my bags and leave helplessly. But sadly, there are two biological children left at her husband's house. One is just able to walk while holding on to the edge of the bed, and the other is just able to sit up.

The sitting child cries, and the walking child holds my clothes. You and your wife were happily married, but we, mother and son, were separated for life and death, never to see each other again. At this moment, I feel unspeakable sorrow in my heart. Human beings are not as ruthless as the black magpie in the forest. The mother bird never leaves her chicks, and the male bird always protects them.

This situation is like the peach tree in the back garden. The petals that once covered the flower house have fallen with the wind, and the young fruits will still hang on the branches and experience frost, snow, rain and dew. Newbies, newbies, listen to me, Luoyang has countless beauties in the Red Chamber. I hope the general will accomplish some great feats in the future and marry a bride more beautiful than you.

4. "Mo Xuan Picture No. 1"

Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian

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 wise birds singing.

Translation:

The brilliant day lily flowers grow under the Beitang. The south wind is blowing 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.

5. "National Style·Bei Feng·Kaifeng"

Pre-Qin: Anonymous

The kaifeng comes from the south and blows 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.

Translation:

The warm wind blows from the south, blowing on the buds of the jujube trees. The jujube tree buds are tender and strong, and the mother is working hard to raise her children. The gentle breeze comes from the south, and the jujube trees grow into firewood. The mother is sensible and kind, and she does not blame her if her son is not good. The water of the cold spring is cold to the bones, and its source is next to Junyi. The mother raised seven children, and the sons grew up to be tired mothers. The oriole is singing gracefully, sweetly and loudly. A mother who raises seven children should not be comforted.

3. Poems about mother

1. Meng Jiao's "The Wandering Son's Song" The thread in the hands of the loving mother, and the clothes on the wandering son'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. Selected from Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou" Si'er is a young day, flying high and carrying his mother on his back. My parents thought about it then, but you should know it today.

3. Selected from Han Yu's "Whose Son" The white-headed old mother covers the door and cries, and rolls up the broken sleeves of her shirt. 4. Wang Anshi's "Fifteenth" The mother went to Hangou, leaving Bai Hanyin at home.

When I heard about Du Yu in the bright moon, the north and the south were always concerned. 5. "Farewell Old Mother" by Huang Jingren. I bowed to my mother by the river and went to Heliang. I 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. 6. Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year" 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, we feel pity for the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships.

I am ashamed of the Son of Man, and dare not sigh in the dust. 7. Song Lingyun's "Remembering My Father" Wu Shu and Yan Yun broke the ruler's book. How can we hate each other when we are so far apart? The dream soul is not afraid of Chang'an, and I ride on the wind several times to ask about my daily life.

8. Yu Gong's "Thinking of My Mother" The frost has wet the clothes with the tears of the reed flowers, and the white head no longer leans on the wood door. During the yellow plum rain in May last year, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice.

9. Ni Ruixuan's "Remembering the Mother" The river is difficult to navigate, so I can't cross it. I don't know whether it is close or not. In the dark, I shed tears of missing my dear ones, I only fear that I will shed more tears of missing my children! 10. Selected from Peng Gui's "Brother Jianchu came to the capital to visit relatives and was very happy". Many tears have always stained my hands while sewing.

11. "Back View" by Zhu Ziqing 12. M-O-T-H-E-R-----Howard Johnson (c. 1915) M is for the million things she gave me, O means only that she's growing old, T is for the tears she shed to save me, H is for her heart of purest gold; E is for her eyes, with love-light shining, R means right, and right she'll always be, Put them all together, they spell MOTHER, A word that means the world to me. Tang Bai Juyi's mother bid farewell to her son, and her son bid farewell to her mother. The sun is dim and the sound of crying is bitter. ... 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.

First he is helping to walk and then he is sitting. The new Yanwan of your couple 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 accompanying the female. ... On the way to Cimu's grave in the west, Chen Quji of the Tang Dynasty ... In the forest, I was dripping wine and weeping, but Ding Ning was not there to tell me to go home early.

About to return to the old mountains and leave Mengjiao. Tang Bao Rong... has a long and loving mother's heart, only wishing that talents can be like human beings. How much sericulture can be done, and clothes are always new.

Who can see such attentiveness when spitting out ruler silk after eating. The other king went back to his plowing, holding fire to burn the wheels.

Shooting and Training the Fox by Tang Hanyu... A loving mother holds her child in her arms and is afraid to sit down at the table, but in her spare time she protects the chicken's nest. I think that the virtues of the universe are so great that they are always diligent in laying eggs for evil things.

The Wandering Son's Song, Mengjiao, Tang Dynasty. The thread in the hands of the loving mother, and the clothes on the wandering boy's body. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late.

Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. Send Zhang Shenming's scripture examination and also to Jingzhou to visit the province. Meng Haoran of Tang Dynasty In the fifteenth year of Caiyi, I came to Chenghuan in front of his loving mother.

Xiaolian paid tribute every year, and went to Qinchuan with oranges in his arms. ... Who's son Tang Hanyu ... The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, and rolled up the sleeves of her shirt and left them in place.

Qianxing Du Fu of Tang Dynasty... I pity him for his young age when the world is in chaos, but he looks up to his mother for his kindness when his family is poor. Wuyehao by Li Qunyu of the Tang Dynasty...The four sons were scattered, but the mother's voice still remains to this day.

Traveling is Difficult Tang Guanxiu... The old lady in Gaotang's head is like frost, and her heart is filled with tears. Traveling to Yuzhang by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty... The old mother said goodbye to her son and called to the sky among the wild grass.

The white horses circled the flags, screaming and chasing each other. Three Winter Journeys by Tang Lutong... The old mother and wife waved their hands and started to travel thousands of miles with tears streaming down their cheeks.

Missing My Mother by Tang Yugong The clothes are wet with the tears of reed flowers due to frost, and my old head no longer leans on the wood door. During the yellow plum rain in May last year, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice.

Farewell to My Mother by Huang Jingren of the Qing Dynasty. I bowed to my mother by the river and went to Heliang. My eyes were dry with tears in my eyes. It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time.

Accustomed to Long Nights to Celebrate Spring - Modern and Contemporary Lu Xun... In the dream, there are faint tears of loving mother, and the king's flag changes on the city wall.

4. Poems about Mother's Day

"'Poems about Mother" 1. "The Wandering Son's Song" The thread in the hands of the loving mother in Mengjiao of Tang Dynasty, and the clothes on the wandering child'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" Huang Zhongze of the Qing Dynasty put down the curtains to pay homage to his mother and went to Heliang. He was so worried that his eyes dried 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.

3. In the "Fifteenth Year", King Anshi of the Song Dynasty 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" Jiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty loved his son endlessly and was very 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" Tang Bai Juyi's mother bid farewell to her son, and her son bid farewell to his 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 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.

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" Yang Weizhen of the Yuan Dynasty was a loving mother and loved her young. Zhao Jiaguangyi was 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 solitary 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 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" The king of Yuan Dynasty crowned himself with brilliant day lily flowers, and Luo Sheng was born in 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 words of the wise bird.

Poems about Mother's Day Part 2 "Poems and Quotes about Mother" A loving mother loves her son, not in return. 〖Han〗Liu An's tenth month of pregnancy was a great favor, but his three lives were lightly repaid.

"Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety" A three-inch-foot-long baby has ten and eight years of merit. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety" The mother calls the child to lie down when he is dry, and the mother sleeps when the child is wet.

"Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety" The mother is suffering and the child is not seen, the child is tired and the mother is uneasy. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety" My mother is one hundred years old, and she often prays to 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 you. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety" The white-headed old mother covers the door and cries, rolling up the broken sleeves of her shirt and leaving them unbroken.

〖Tang Dynasty〗Han Yu’s mother-in-law hangs down her radiant tube, and Wusu’s night stand is silent. "Collection of Proverbs".

5. Ancient poems about Mother’s Day

1. It is proposed that the White Emperor in the West was frightened and the ghost mother cried in the autumn suburbs. ——"Chunfang Zhengzi Jianzi Song"

2. The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, and rolled up the broken sleeves of her shirt. ——"Whose Son"

3. The old mother said goodbye to her son and called to the sky among the wild grass. ——"Yu Zhang Xing"

4. I feel sorry for my parents, who worked so hard to give birth to me. ——"The Book of Songs"

5. When you are a young child, you fly high and carry your mother on your back. ——"The Poetry of Yan Reveals to Liu Sou"

6. Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. ——"The Wandering Son's Song"

7. It's a miserable snowy night in Chaimen. It's better to have children than not to have children at this time. ——"Farewell Old Mother"

8. She was orphaned at the age of four, and her mother, Zheng, swore to herself and taught her to learn by herself. ——"The Book of Painting the Land"

9. My grandma is still here, so I can't go in and out without finishing my skirt. ——"Shi Hao Li"

10. I feel sorry for my parents, who made me exhausted. ——"Xiaoya Polygonum"

11. The window of Amu Qi in Yaochi opened, and the singing of yellow bamboo moved the earth to mourn. ——"Yaochi"

12. The son's body is about to be born, and the mother's body is like being in prison. ——"Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety"

13. The mother went to Han ditch, leaving Bai Han at home. ——"Fifteen"

14. The anvil of the hakama is shaking the ground, and the parents are singing in the market. ——"Shang Sun Shijun"

15. Male and female scream in the air, but they will not return even after their voices are exhausted. ——"The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"

16. After thirty days of hard work, the mother becomes thinner and the chick becomes fatter. ——"The Yan Poetry Revealed to Liu Sou"

17. In the fifteenth year of Caiyi, Cheng Huan was in front of his loving mother. ——"Send Zhang Shenming a Sutra and a Provincial Visit to Jingzhou"

18. Both parents have hardships, especially the mother. ——"Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety"

19. What is there to be without a father? Without a mother, what can you rely on? ——"Xiaoya Polygonum"

20. My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me. Pick me up, animalize me, grow me up and nurture me, take care of me and return me - "Xiaoya Polygonum"

21. Put your mother in the ditch of Han, and leave Bai Han in the shade. When the moon comes out and Du Yu is heard, the north and the south are always concerned.

——Wang Anshi's "Fifteenth Year"

22. Go to Heliang to worship your mother with a silk curtain, and your eyes will dry up with tears when you are white-haired and worried. It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time. ——"Farewell Old Mother"

23. A thousand loves, a thousand kindnesses, a hundred hardships, but who knows how much my parents love me. ——"Children's Talk"

24. When the mother's instrument hangs down, it shines brightly on the tube, and the night stand in Wusu is silent. ——"Collection of Proverbs"

25. A child born in ten months is generous in kindness, but in three lifetimes he will be repaid lightly. ——"Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety"

26. I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust. ——"Arriving Home at the End of the Year"

27. Mutter the words and brush the sweaters one by one. ——"Yan Poems Revealed to Liu Sou"

28. The frost wipes out the reed flowers and wets the clothes with tears, and the old man no longer leans on the firewood leaf. ——"Thinking of Mother"

29. Who can be parents without a father, and who can rely on without a mother? ——"The Book of Songs"

30. People think that men and women are good at birth, but they don't know that men and women make people grow old. ——"Dan Ge Xing"

31. The prodigal son does not feel cold when the loving mother is in front of you. ——"Song of Encouragement for Filial Piety"

32. A baby of one foot and three inches needs ten and eight years of work. ——"Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"

33. My parents thought about it at that time, but you should know it today. ——"The Poems of Yan Revelation to Liu Sou"

34. The father is here and the mother is here, and the progress is long and difficult. How sad! Worry and compassion. ——"Words of Complaint"

35. Where is the straight line of a house? The hometown of parents cannot be reached. ——"Ancient Congjun"

36. Mother farewells her son, and her son farewells his mother. The cry is painful in the absence of light during the day. —— "Mother Farewell to Son"

37. When the parents came, they knew that they were separated from each other, so they put on their clothes as if they were going to die. ——"Crossing the Liaoshui"

38. The virtuous people return to the mirror when they are in town, repay their kindness and kindly, and light Buddha lamps. ——"A Letter of Gratitude to Mr. Situ Xianggong in the First Episode"

39. Stopping and looking around, I became a prisoner of Chu. Sentiment arose from it, and tears choked my throat. My loving mother is seriously ill and wants to see a famous doctor. I'm in a hurry to pick up my car, but the sky won't spare me! If there is nothing to repay for maternal love, what more can you ask for in life! ——"Sending Mother Back to Hometown"

40. When I meet, I pity the thin girl, and call her to ask about my hardships. ——"Getting Home at the End of the Year"

41. In the Ming Dynasty, the steamer was empty again, and the mother and son were crying. ——"The Storm and the Rain on October 28th"

42. Clothes are wet with tears of reed flowers due to frost, and the old man no longer leans on the firewood leaf. During the yellow plum rain last May, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice. ——"Thinking of Mother"

43. Clothes are wet with frost and tears of reed flowers. ——Yu Gong's "Thinking of My Mother"

44. Xi Meng's mother chose a neighbor's place. If you don't learn, you will lose your chance. ——"Three Character Classic"

45. 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"

46. My love for my son is endless, and I will be 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. ——"Arriving Home at the End of the Year"

47. My love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home. ——Chiang "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"

48. The father pities the mother and is reluctant to slap her, but she laughs so stupidly that it makes people sigh. ——"Showing the Child"

49. The mother says that the child is lying dry, while the mother sleeps wet when the child poops. ——"Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"

50. Cat caterpillars are not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no period of satiety.

——"Yan Poetry Revealed to Liu Sou"

6. Ancient poems about Mother's Day

"Wandering Son's Song"

Meng Jiao

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

There is a tight seam before leaving, and I am afraid that I will return late.

Whoever speaks an inch of grass with a heart will be rewarded with three rays of spring.

Selected from Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"

When I was a youngster, I flew high and carried my mother.

My parents thought about it then, but you should know it today.

3. Selections from "Whose Son" by Han Yu

The white-headed old mother cries behind the door, and rolls up the sleeves of her torn shirt.

4. "Fifteen" by Wang Anshi

Put my mother on the ditch of Han and leave her home in the shade of Bai Han.

When I heard about Du Yu in the bright moon, the north and the south were always concerned.

5. "Farewell to My Old Mother" by Huang Jingren

I go to Heliang to worship my mother, I will worry in vain when my tears dry up.

It is a miserable snowy night in Chaimen. It is better to have children at this time than to have none.

6. Jiang Shiquan's "The End of the Year" "Arrived Home"

My love for my son is endless, I am so happy to return home.

The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the ink marks on the letters home are fresh.

I feel pity for the thin body when I meet you, and call my son Ask about the hardships.

I am ashamed of my son, and dare not sigh in the dust.

7. Song Lingyun's "Remembering My Father"

Wu Shu Yanyun's broken ruler book, far away How about the hatred between the two places?

The dream soul is not afraid of Chang'an, and I have ridden the wind several times to ask about my daily life.

8. Yu Gong's "Thinking of My Mother"

The clothes are wet with tears of reed flowers due to frost, and the hair is white. No more relying on firewood.

During the yellow plum rain in May last year, Zeng Dian returned home buying rice in his cassock.

9. "Remembering the Mother" by Ni Ruixuan

The river is difficult to navigate Don't worry about me, I don't know whether safety is close or not.

In the dark, I shed tears of longing for my dear ones, I'm afraid I will shed more tears for Si'er!

10. Selected from Peng Gui's "Brother Jianchu came to visit the capital and was very happy to see his relatives"

Many tears have stained my hands while sewing.

7. Ancient poems praising mothers

1. "The Wandering Son's Song" Mengjiao, Tang Dynasty

The thread in the hands of the loving mother, and the clothes on the wandering son'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 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 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 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.

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 six-foot orphan under 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, and it was the king of Han's golden cabinet who brought the book to his fault.

7. "Mo Xuan Tu" Mian of the King of 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, and 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. 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 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 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.

8. Poems about Mother's Day

Poems about Mother's Day

A loving mother loves her son, not in return.〖Han〗Liu An

A fetus in ten months is full of kindness, but the repayment in three lifetimes is light. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"

A three-inch-foot-long baby has ten and eight years of merit. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"

The mother says that the child is lying dry, and the child is sleeping wet. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"

The mother is in pain and the child is not seen, and the son is tired and the mother is uneasy. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"

Old Mother One Hundred At the age of eighty, I often read "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"

The prodigal son does not feel cold when the loving mother is here. Who do I know about my parents? "Children's Talk"

The white-headed old mother cries behind the door, and rolls up the sleeves of her broken shirt. Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty

The mother's robe hangs down, and the radiant tube is shining, and Wusu's night stand is silent. ."Collection of Proverbs"

The thread in the hands of a loving mother is like the clothes on a wanderer's body. Before leaving, there are many seams, and I am afraid that I will be late in returning. Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.〖Tang〗Meng Jiao

Mother's love

is the clouds after the rain

Always let the cleaned earth

lie in the arms without giving up

Write the colorful dream of life in the high sky

Mother

When the flowers bloom,

You are like the fragrance of flowers,

Surround me;

In the rainy season,

You are like a small umbrella,

Let the wind and rain be no harm to me