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What are the poems about spring mother?

1. About maternal love. Ancient poems of spring

Maternal love:

Wandering Zi Yin

Tang Mengjiao

In the hands of a loving mother Thread, wanderer's clothes. 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.

Farewell to my mother

Huang Zhongze of the Qing Dynasty

Pulling up the curtains and worshiping my mother, I went to Heliang. I am worried 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.

"Fifteen"

Anshi, King of the Song Dynasty

Moved his mother to Han ditch and left Bai Hanyin at home.

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

"Arriving Home at the End of the Year"

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.

"Mother Farewell Son"

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

Mother bids farewell to son, son bids farewell to mother, and the sound of crying is painful when there is no light in 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.

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.

"Remembering the Mother"

Ni Ruixuan

It is difficult for me to cross the river, and I don't know whether it is safe or not.

I shed tears of missing my loved one in the dark, I only fear that I will shed more tears for my son!

Spring

1. Spring Dawn (Meng Haoran)

Sleeping in spring without realizing the dawn,

I can hear the singing of birds everywhere.

< p> The sound of wind and rain at night,

How many flowers have fallen

2. Yong Willow (He Zhizhang)

Jasper makes up a tree as high as a tree,

Thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.

I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves.

The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

3. The spring night is full of rain (Du Fu)

Good rain knows the season,

Spring will happen.

Sneak into the night with the wind,

Moisturizing things silently.

The wild paths are all dark with clouds,

The fire on the river boats is only bright.

Look at the red and wet place at dawn,

The official city is covered with flowers. < /p>

4. Qingming Festival (Du Mu)

It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival.

Pedestrians on the road want to die.

May I ask where the restaurant is?

The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.

5. The Peach Blossoms of Dalin Temple (Bai Juyi)

The beauty of April in the world is exhausted,

The Peach Blossoms of the Mountain Temple It begins to bloom.

I always regret that spring has nowhere to go,

I don’t know where to turn.

6. Late Spring (Han Yu)

< p> The grass and trees know that spring will return soon,

All kinds of red and purple compete with each other.

The poplars and elm pods have no talent and thought,

They can only solve the problem of snow flying all over the sky.

I hope my answer satisfies you!

ps: Regarding maternal love, I think only "Wandering Son's Song" is commonly memorized. 2. Famous quotes, verses, and ancient poems about spring or mother [Write the author]

Gonchar Quotes: A mother's love will never dry up. This shows that maternal love is very great and is always with us.

2 Lao She said: Losing a loving mother is like a flower in a vase. Although it still has color and fragrance, it has lost its roots. I think this sentence shows that a loving mother is very important to a person, just like roots are to flowers.

3 All the glory and pride in the world come from my mother. (Golky)

4 Maternal love is a huge flame. (Romain Rolland)

5 There is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, and that is the call of mother. (Dante)

6 A loving mother’s arms are made of love, how can a child not feel sweet sleeping in them? (Hugo)

7 The sweetest word that a person's lips can utter is mother, and the most beautiful call is "mother". (Kahlil Gibran)

8 Maternal love is the greatest power in the world. (Mill)

9 When you are successful, everyone is a friend. But only mother - she is the companion in failure.

(Zheng Zhenduo)

10 Mother's love is such a strong, selfish, and feverish emotion that occupies our entire heart. (Duncan)

11 How similar mothers are all over the world! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart. (Whitman)

12 All the glory and pride in the world come from the mother. (Gorky)

13. One of the most beautiful things in life is maternal love. This is selfless love, and morality pales in comparison. (Japan)

14 Wherever you are, Mom, that is the happiest place (UK)

15 Maternal love is the greatest power in the world (Mill)

16 Everything else in the world is false and empty. Only mother is real, eternal and immortal. (India)

17 The mother in memory! My dearest lover, you are all my joy and all my friendship. (France)

18 How strong, selfish, and feverishly occupying our entire heart is maternal love (Duncan)

19 In the mouth and heart of the child, mother is God. (UK)

20 Maternal love is the most beautiful of human emotions, because this emotion is not mixed with selfishness (France)

21 Although women are fragile, mothers are Be strong (France)

22 Without the help of selfless, self-sacrificing maternal love, the child's soul will be a desert. (UK)

The 30-year-old silk robe still exists, although the collar is torn and warm.

It is heavily sewn and cannot be removed lightly, and there are traces of old threads on it.

All the glory and pride in the world comes from mother.

There is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, and that is the call of mother.

One of the most beautiful things in life is maternal love. This is selfless love, and morality pales in comparison.

Wherever you are, Mom, that is the happiest place

Everything else in the world is false and empty, only mother is real, eternal, and immortal of.

In the mouth and heart of the child, the mother is God.

Maternal love is the most beautiful of human emotions, because this emotion is not mixed with the heart of profit and wealth

Wandering Son Yin Mengjiao

The thread in the hands of a loving mother, Wandering Son T-shirt.

Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.

Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. 3. 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 leaving, 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, "Arrived 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, so I reluctantly wanted to say goodbye to my elderly mother. When I saw the gray-haired old mother, I couldn't help crying. The tears have dried up.

4. What are the poems about mothers

1: "The Wandering Son's Song"

Meng Jiao

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

< p> Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.

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

2: Selection from Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"

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

My parents thought about it at that time, 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 broken shirt.

4. Wang Anshi's "Fifteen"

Put the mother in the ditch, leaving the family white Hanyin.

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

5. Huang Jingren's "Farewell to My Mother"

I bowed to my mother on the river bank, and went to Bailiang. Worrying makes my eyes dry up with tears.

On a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, it is better to have children than not to have children at this time.

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

Love for children Endless, I am so happy to return home.

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

When I meet, I feel sorry for the thin body, and I call to ask about my hardships.

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

7. Song Lingyun's "Remembering My Father"

Wu Shu Yanyun broke the ruler's book, how can the two places hate each other so far away?

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 from shopping for rice.

9. Ni Ruixuan's "Remembering the Mother"

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

I shed tears of missing my dear ones in the dark, I'm afraid I will shed more tears for my dear ones! 5. Poems about mothers (ten lines)

Poems in praise of mothers:

A loving mother does not love her children in return. 〖Han〗Liu An

A fetus in ten months is generous in kindness, but repayment in three lifetimes is light. "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, while the mother sleeps wet when the child poops. "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 Encouragement to Filial Piety"

My mother is one hundred years old and she often prays to her eighty-year-old son. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"

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

A thousand loves, a thousand kindnesses, a hundred hardships, who knows my parents who love me? "Children's Talk"

The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, and rolled up the sleeves of her shirt. 〖Tang〗Han Yu

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

The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are 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. 〖Tang〗 Meng Jiao

Meng’s mother used to choose a neighbor. If you don't learn, you will lose your chance. "Three Character Classic"

Mother is the first parent in the world; maternal love is the first love in the world. Ziyan

The only love in the world that has not been contaminated - that is maternal love. Zi Yan

When you are successful, everyone is a friend. But only the mother - she is the companion in failure. Zheng Zhenduo

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

Who can be a parent without a father, and who can rely on a mother without a mother? "The Book of Songs"

The virtue of the father is the legacy of the son. The word Yan

Parents are of high moral character; their children are well-educated. "Couplet of Proverbs"

Don't be happy if you have children, but don't lament if you don't have children. 〖Tang〗Han Yu

People think that boys and girls are good, but they don’t know that boys and girls make people grow old. 〖Tang〗Wang Jian

Parents are the best in the world; brothers are the rarest people in the world. "Proverbs Lian Bi"

As a parent, the best thing in the world is; as a child, the best thing in the world is filial piety. "Proverbs Lian Bi"

My father gave birth to me, my mother bowed to me, caressed me, livestock me, grew me, nurtured me, cared for me and restored me. "The Book of Songs"

If the father is unkind, the son will be unfilial; if the elder brother is not friendly, the younger brother will be disrespectful; if the husband is unjust, the wife will be disobedient. 〖Southern and Northern Dynasties〗 Yan Zhitui

In life, there are no wise fathers and brothers, no strict teachers and friends outside, and there are very few people who can succeed. 〖Song Dynasty〗Lv Gong

What my parents want to do, I will continue to describe; what my parents value, I will be kind to them. "Proverbs Lian Bi"

In the eyes of parents, children are always a part of themselves, and children are an opportunity for their ideal self to come back again. Fei Xiaotong

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"

When Si'er was a young child, Gao Fei was carrying his mother on his back. My parents thought about it then, but you should know it today. Selections from Bai Juyi's "Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"

The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, and rolled up the broken sleeves of her shirt. Selected from Han Yu's "Whose Son"

The mother was sent to Han Valley, leaving Bai Han Yin at home. When the moon comes out and Du Yu is heard, the north and the south are always concerned.

Wang Anshi's "Fifteenth"

I bowed to my mother, Heliang, and I was so worried that my 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. "Farewell Old Mother" by Huang Jingren

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

Clothes are wet with tears of reed flowers due to frost, and the old man no longer leans on the wood door. During the yellow plum rain last May, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice. Yu Gong's "Thinking of My Mother"

The river is difficult to navigate, so I can't cross it. I don't know whether it is safe 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! "Remembering the Mother" by Ni Ruixuan 6. Ancient poems praising maternal love

1. "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 absence of light during the day.

The general of Kansai Hsiliers, who defeated Xin Ce Xun last year. The imperial edict granted him two million yuan, 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, but it is sad to leave two children in your family.

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.

2. "Motherly Love" Yuan Dynasty. Yang Weizhen was a loving mother and loved young children. Zhao Jiayuan was 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. 7. What are the poems that describe mothers?

The Wandering Son - Meng Jiao The thread in the hands of the loving mother is on the clothes of the wandering boy.

Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.

Who said that the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring? ◎Haizi 1. The wind and wind are beautiful. The fruits are also small. The wind is beautiful. The breasts of nature are also beautiful. The water is beautiful. The water is beautiful when no one talks to you. The poverty hidden by the dilapidated door in your home is beautiful. The wind blows all over the grassland. The horse's bones are green 2. Spring water, spring water, spring water, creature's lips, blue mother's body, covering the rock with a harp of wild flowers, covering the bones and wine glass 3. Mother Cloud is old, hanging down her white hair, mother, go and rest, lying on the hillside The quiet son is like the quiet water on the mountainside flowing through the sky. I sing about the clouds and the rain. The beautiful proposal of the sisters. I know that my poems praising lovers are of no use. I sing about the clouds. I know that I will eventually be happy and reunite with all the holy people in heaven. 4. Snow Mom is sitting on the low stool in her hometown again, thinking about me. That low stool seems to be my snow-covered roof. Mom’s stool. Tomorrow morning the sun will shine brightly. I want to see your mom. Mom, you face the barn and step into the dusk. I know you. Aging day by day 5. Language and the well The language itself is like a mother who always has something to say, on the river bank, on both sides of the river of experience, on both sides of the river of reality. Flowers are like the gentle wife’s listening ears and poetry are grown all over the ground, listening to the suffering water. Water falls in the distance ◎ Rivers Recently, my mother often sits in front of the window and wipes the glass several times a day. The crabapples outside are green and the cherries are red. Her children are gone. She said that when she was pregnant with me, she had to smooth out the bulge in her clothes every day. The little clothes I knitted several times were folded flat, thinking that I was coming and she couldn't see me. I thought, would I sleep well curled up? Now the tree in front of the window weaves her thoughts into the swaying leaves. She often She polished the glass until it turned green. I thought I was about to pull up the branches. I hope I could sleep peacefully before I came. She had made so many clothes for me and washed them so much. Today she still hides the ball of wool in her heart and waits. She always wants to see me. But I can’t see that the beautiful thoughts that worry me make me worry about whether the world is beautiful enough to let me dance and cry again ◎Tagore I don’t remember my mother. She just seems to have a song playing on my toy in the middle of the game. The songs she hummed while rocking my cradle I don't remember my mother. But on early autumn mornings the fragrance of albizia flowers floats in the air. The fragrance of morning prayers in the temple seems to blow my mother's breath to me. I don't remember it. My mother is just when I look out of the bedroom window at the distant blue sky, I seem to feel that my mother’s gaze on me is filled with the whole sky◎Shu Ting, your pale fingertips are caressing my temples, I can’t help but feel as tight as when I was a child I hold on tightly to your skirt, mother, in order to keep your disappearing figure. Although the morning light has cut the dream into wisps of smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time. I still treasure the bright red scarf for fear that it will be lost in the wash. Your unique warmth, isn't the flow of mother's years equally ruthless? I'm afraid that the memory will fade in the same way. How dare I open its screen so easily? I once cried to you for a thorn. Now with a crown of thorns, I dare not say a word. Dare to moan, mother, I often look up at your picture sadly. Even if the call can penetrate the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep? I still dare not display the sacrifices of love like this. Although I have written many songs for flowers, for the sea, for Dawn, mother, my sweet and deep yearning is not a torrent, not a waterfall, but a dry well hidden by flowers and trees that cannot sing.