1. Poems about parents’ nurturing kindness

Poems about parents’ nurturing kindness 1. What are the poems that describe “it is difficult to repay parents’ kindness”

Ancient Poems The famous sentences describing repaying parents' deep kindness are as follows:

1. Love a thousand times, a thousand kindnesses, a hundred hardships, but who knows my parents who love me? "Children's Talk"

2. The white-headed old mother covers the door and cries, and rolls up the sleeves of her shirt and leaves them in place. 〖Tang〗Han Yu

3. The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the wanderer'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. 〖Tang〗Meng Jiao

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

5. 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"

6. 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"

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

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

9. The prodigal son does not feel cold when his loving mother is present. "Song of Encouragement to Filial Piety"

10. The mother's ceremonial bow is shining brightly, and the night stand in Wusu is silent. "Collection of Proverbs"

11. In the eyes of parents, children are always a part of themselves, and their children are an opportunity for them to be their ideal self again.

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

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

2. Poems describing the hard work of parents

The Wandering Son's Song

"Tang" Meng Jiao

The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the wandering son T-shirt.

Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.

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

1. "Mother Farewell Son" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

Mother bids farewell to son, and son bids farewell to mother. The cry is painful 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 wife. 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.

2. "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 follows the eagle and follows the trend.

Isn’t there a six-foot solitary child 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, what will happen to an orphan and a widowed husband?

Suddenly, a silver pillar ax was pierced on the ground in front of the bed, causing trouble for the books in the golden cabinet of King Han.

3. "Mo Xuan Picture" Wang Mian, 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.

4. "Ganoderma lucidum" Wei and Jin Dynasties. Cao Zhi

Ganoderma lucidum grows in the royal land. Zhu Cao was killed by Luo Bin. The glory and glory shine together. Shining like a god.

In ancient times there was Yu and Shun. Parents are stubborn and angry. Be filial to the fields. Hao Hao does not violate benevolence.

Boyu was seventy years old. Colorful clothes to entertain relatives. A loving mother’s whipping does not hurt. Soak your tears in the towel.

Ding Lan lost his mother. Self-injury leads to early isolation. Carved wood is a strict relative. Make three sacrifices day and night.

The violent son regretted seeing Ling. Crime leads to death. My father-in-law cried blood. Avoid violence in full name.

Dong Yong suffered from poverty. The father's wealth is intact. Take leave to support. Working as a servant makes you sweet and fat.

The responsible family came to the door. Don't know what to use it for. Heaven inspires virtue. The goddess is a blessing.

The years are restless. Woohoo, my emperor is taking the exam. It's too late to give birth to me. How early to abandon me.

Who likes Polygonum? Thinking about it makes you old. Retire and chant poems about the south wind. Tears filled my arms.

Luan said. The Holy Emperor reigns over the world. Moral education is preached day and night. All nations are courteous.

The people are solemn and pious. Xiangxue does not lose etiquette. Filial piety is in the middle field. The household contains Zeng Minzi.

Everyone in the house is kind and virtuous. There are no missing teeth. The yellow hair is gone for the rest of his life. Thirty thousand lives, Your Majesty.

The loving mother also returns.

3. Poems in memory of the mother

Poems in memory of the deceased mother

1. Memory of the deceased mother

The light is muddy

You are smiling on the wall

I am in pain in my heart

Yellowed photos

Smiling and loving face

Tenderness like water

A drop of clear tears on the fence

Two lines of writing

A mother and me

The trees are swaying in the dance of the wind

A piece of fallen leaves, dust and soil

A flower blooming on the branch

Time is ruthless

Mother sleeps in the ground

I am bright in this world

2. Lovesickness

My mother slept in Guxi Mountain, and my son fell in Yueyang Field.

Looking at each other thousands of miles apart, we shed tears all the time.

3. Xijiang Moon

The wind carries golden flags and silver flags, and the clouds carry cranes and gods.

During the Qingming Festival, the sky opens to the sky, and the rain fills the courtyard of Xiangdai.

The wanderer is heartbroken to say goodbye, and lovesickness for thousands of miles is a disaster.

I will go to the balcony to enjoy wine and bow to my mother in the north.

4. Missing my mother

I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I have been bidding farewell to my mother for five periods.

The Pushan Mountains on the Huaihe Bank are empty, and the Baling Xiangshui River is full of sadness.

The west wind turns and we are all sad, and the blood rain and the ice heart burst into tears.

Today I kneel down and kowtow three times, even the spring grass in the sky is miserable.

5. Mother Sacrifice in Nanshan

The autumn rain has been continuous for nearly a month and a half, and the four cities and eight towns have been flooded.

It is difficult for travelers from the south to travel, and it is difficult for scholars to travel from the north.

I went to Nanshan to have a drink, and the bamboos chirped in the solitary grave to call my mother.

The wind crows understand each other and feel the same sorrow, and the hatred fills the sky and breaks the heart.

6. Missing my mother

It rains at night and the lights are dim in Xiaoxiang. During the Qingming Festival, the sound of cymbals (gēng) is heard.

What hurts the soul the most is a family thousands of miles away. It makes me cry to see one person missing from the high hall.

7. Missing Mother

Clothes are wet with the tears of reed flowers in the frost, 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.

4. Poems on the anniversary of the death of parents

Farewell Father

The breeze and the rain are falling

It is the change of scenery in the world

The edict of dawn from heaven

Immortal flags save my father’s soul

Thinking of my father (seven unique things)

I want to raise my father’s tomb in the green mountains

It’s hard to say goodbye to the family ties in the prosperous age

From now on, we will slowly walk again at midnight

Goodbye, the sound and appearance of the dream will be updated again

Thinking of my father 2 (Qijue)

The thunder of spring rises in the tomb

It is hard to believe that the Nine Realms of Compassion and Yan

When will the land of Longshang be plowed again

Midnight Dream Tears are silent

Three Missing Fathers (Qijue)

Drunk in the wind, drunk in the rain, and missing relatives

It is difficult to be filial and want to die in the high hall

Who can explain the nostalgia?

Several Dreams about Xinghua Village

Spring Injury (Qilu)

The east wind hunts and sends Yin Chun off

The continuous drizzle moistens the new scenery

How many things happen in silence during the years

How many slow steps in life are true

The celadon lamps are still there today

The fragrance of green water and tea disappears

Drinking wine to drown sorrows and adding to the chaos

Holding a hoe and weeping to bury the soul of the flower

Mourning the Spring (Five Wonders)

The fragrance of spring enters the garden

Kindness and strictness are sailing away

Who will protect the remaining red

Ask the sunset about the wine

The mother's ritual will last forever Son of a noble family; long-lasting kindness and kindness will be passed down to future generations

I feel ashamed to be a son if my deep kindness is not repaid; crying is hard to eliminate my heart-breaking desire

Good conduct and virtue will last forever in bright festivals and high winds

I have not thought twice about repaying the unforgettable nurturing kindness of Lao De.

The unforgettable voice of kindness will last forever

The teachings of Ai Ze will last forever

It is difficult to repay the kindness of a loving mother; never use up the love of a child

It is too late to regret the misfortune of being virtuous and kind; I am ashamed to be a rebellious son, and I will hate you for my whole life

Xian My mother's life was full of ups and downs, and she sheds tears looking back on the past.

It takes a few meters of salary to support the family, but it is torture to raise children.

Staffing to survive in a poor family, working hard and running around alone.

In his eighties, he returned to immortality for the sixth time and set up monuments and role models.

Ci Yun floats to the fairy palace, where can I see my mother's smile.

The four virtues are strictly observed and the model is left, and the three obediences are followed to praise the legacy.

Every time Pei'er looks forward to becoming a dragon or a phoenix, he can repay his kindness and fulfill his filial piety.

If I could serve again in another life, I would share the joys and sorrows of mother and son.

There are two lines of tears when worshiping the dead, and the sky is full of love and rain. Kowtow to the ancestors and sprinkle wine, the breeze blows on the face and the feelings are lingering. Smoke, clouds and flowers bloom all over the hills, like old friends enjoying a fairyland. Children and grandchildren will never forget their roots and burn incense and paper every year

5. Praise mothers for their nurturing grace

In a person's life, parents' care and love are the most sincere and selfless. The nurturing grace of the mother can never be told in full: sucking the mother's milk to leave the infancy; holding the parents' hearts to take the first step in life; falling asleep to the sweet children's songs, growing up in the meticulous care; Disasters and illnesses cost parents many sleepless nights; studying and raising tuition costs parents a lot of effort; starting a career and starting a family paved the way for many hardships. It can be said that parents have devoted their entire lives to raising their children. This kind of kindness is higher than the sky and thicker than the earth. It is the greatest power in the world. If human beings should have love, then they must first love their parents, and then they can talk about loving others, loving the collective, loving the society, and loving the motherland... To honor your parents, you must not only fulfill your obligation to support your parents, but also do your best. Try your best to meet your parents’ spiritual and emotional needs. Especially for elderly parents, we need to take careful care of them and comfort them patiently.

For example, most elderly people in the city now have children and grandchildren, and they have no worries about food, clothing, and money in life, but their children are almost never around because of work, and they rarely see each other. Therefore, in their relationship, What I long most for is to be reunited with all my relatives. Isn't there a song that sings: "Go home often, go home and have a look, even if you give your mother a pat on the back or rub her shoulders, the old man doesn't ask his children to make much contribution to the family, he just wants to be safe and reunited." ". So no matter where we go in the future, we must remember our father and mother; and we must pay more respect to them when we are around them now. Before I begin, I want to tell you a little story. A large ship carrying hundreds of people caught fire and sank at sea. Many people lost their lives, and only more than 90 people survived. Among the passengers was a swimming expert who swam back and forth more than a dozen times. After rescuing twenty people in a row, his legs cramped severely due to overexertion and he became disabled and had to sit in a wheelchair for life. He kept shouting and asking himself: Did I try my best? A few years later, on his birthday, someone asked him what his most profound memory was in his life. He said sadly: What I remember most is that among the twenty people I rescued, not one of them came to thank me.

Being grateful is a small virtue, but being ungrateful is a great evil. In life, there are always many things that affect our emotions, whether we are happy or worried. Therefore, the mentality we choose to face life is also the kind of life we ??choose.

Gratitude is my attitude towards life. Gratitude is not limited to remembering the benefits of others, but extends to all aspects of life, and more, more. In normal times, are our lives influenced by joy, anger, sorrow and joy? Will you be ecstatic with joy when you are happy? When you are angry, do you get angry and violent? When you are grieving, do you feel extremely melancholy and lost? Do you dance and get carried away when you are having fun? How to deal with joy, anger, sorrow and joy calmly? How to maintain a calm mind?

With a grateful heart, yes, let it be joy, a reward for our kindness in life; let it be anger, it is an opportunity to cultivate our patience; let it be sadness, it is the will of heaven. It is the harbinger of giving me a big responsibility, so I must first suffer my will; I should be happy, it is the smile of life in return for my calm behavior. So, what else could affect my calm mood? When others treat us badly, life is telling us that we have flaws in ourselves, so we must actively improve; when others treat us well, life is telling us that we must continue to work hard to make more people like us. The same goes for career success or failure.

Gratitude is not a negative fatalism, but a positive way of living! Learn to be grateful and don’t bear grudges against people who treat you badly. Writer Yu Jie once said: Hatring a person does more harm to oneself than to the other person. Learn to be grateful, know how to repay kindness, and never be ungrateful. A drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring, and a piece of soil should be given back to a mountain. Learn to be grateful, and know that giving opportunities to others means giving opportunities to yourself. Giving roses to others will leave a lingering fragrance in your hands. If you help someone today, someone will help you tomorrow when you are in trouble. Life is a mirror, learn to be grateful, always smile at life, and life will smile back at you.

So, let me end today’s speech with a short story again: There was a monk named Foyin who was traveling with his friends. When he was passing by the beach, he had an inappropriate conversation and was slapped by his friend. , Foyin angrily wrote on the beach, "I was beaten by so-and-so on such and such a month in such a year." When walking through the virgin forest, monk Foyin was in danger and was rescued by a friend, so he wrote on a rock "A certain day in such and such a year." He was rescued by so-and-so one day." A friend asked him strangely why he wrote in different places twice. Foyin replied: The pain of a slap is like the sea water diluting the words on the beach, which disappears quickly; the kindness of helping each other is like the words engraved on the stone that last forever and will be remembered forever. .

Learn to live a grateful life, quiet and peaceful.

6. Poems about a mother’s love for her son

A loving mother loves her son not for repayment.〖Han〗Liu An

The tenth month of pregnancy is full of kindness. The reward of birth is light. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"

A baby with a foot and three inches has ten and eight years of work. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"

The mother says that the child is dry and lying down, and the mother is wet when the child poops Mian. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"

The mother is suffering and the child has not been seen, and the child is tired and the mother is uneasy. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"

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

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

With all the love, thousands of kindnesses and hundreds of hardships, who knows how much my parents love me? "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

Xi Meng’s mother chose a neighbor. Her son did not learn and lost his chance. "Three Character Classic"

Mother is the first parent in the world; maternal love is the first love in the world. The word Yan

The only love in the world that is not polluted - that is maternal love. The word is Yan

When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only your mother - she is your partner when you fail. Zheng Zhenduo

I mourn my parents, who labored hard to give birth to me. "The Book of Songs"

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

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

Parents have high virtue; children have good education. "Couplet of Maxims"

Do not have children Rejoice, don't sigh when you have no children.〖Tang〗Han Yu

People think it is good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that boys and girls make people grow old.〖Tang〗Wang Jian

There are no bad parents in the world; The most rare thing is a brother. "Proverbs, Lian Bi"

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

My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me. , caress me, feed me, grow me, educate me, take care of me, revive me. "The Book of Songs"

If the father is not kind, the son will be unfilial; if the brother is not a friend, the younger brother will be disrespectful; if the husband is unjust, the wife will be disrespectful. Shun Ye.〖Southern and Northern Dynasties〗Yan Zhitui

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

Parents What I want to do, I will continue to describe; what my parents miss, I will be affectionate to. "Proverbs Lian Bi"

Mother's love has nothing to repay, so what more can you ask for in life! "Sending Mother Back to Hometown"

When I was a young child, I flew high and carried my mother on my back. My parents thought about it at that time, but you should know it today. A selection from Bai Juyi's "Poetry of Yan to Liu Sou"

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

The mother went to Han ditch, leaving her home in the shade of Bai Han. When the moon shines and I hear Du Yu, the north and the south are always concerned. Wang Anshi's " Fifteen》

I went to Heliang to bow to my mother, and my eyes were filled with worry as my tears dried up. It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time. "Farewell Old Mother" by Huang Jingren

My love for my son is endless, and I am overjoyed to return home. My cold clothes are densely stitched, and my letters home are fresh with ink marks. When I see you, I feel pity for my thin body, and call my son to ask about my hardships. I hang low and feel ashamed of my son, not daring to sigh in the dust. Jiang Shiquan's "Returning Home at the End of the Year"

My clothes are wet with the tears of reed flowers due to frost, and my old hair no longer leans on the firewood leaf. In 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 how close I am to you. I shed tears of missing my loved ones every now and then, but I’m afraid I’ll shed even more tears for my son! Ni Ruixuan's "Remembering the Mother"

Also

1. Meng Jiao's "The Wandering Son's Song"

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

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. Selections 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"

The mother went to Han ditch and left Bai Han at home. Negative

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When the moon shines and I hear about Du Yu, the north and the south are always concerned.

5. Huang Jingren's "Farewell Old Mother"

I bow to my mother in the river and Liang, and I worry about it in vain. My eyes are dry with tears.

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

6. "Arrived Home at the End of the Year" by Jiang Shiquan

My love for my children is endless. 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.

I feel ashamed when I hang around. 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 we hate each other when we are so far apart?

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 how safe it is.

In the dark, I shed tears of missing my dear ones, but I'm afraid that I will shed more tears for my children!

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. Poems about honoring parents

1. Pulling up the curtains and worshiping the mother river, I will worry about it in vain and watch the tears dry up 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. ——From "Farewell to My Mother" by Huang Jingren in the Qing Dynasty

Vernacular interpretation: Because I was going to Heliang to make a living, I lifted up the curtains and reluctantly said goodbye to my elderly mother. I saw her gray hair. The old mother couldn't help crying, and her 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.

2. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wanderer. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light. ——From the Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao's "The Wandering Son"

Vernacular interpretation: 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?

3. Polygonum is used by Curcuma, and it is bandited by Curcuma and Artemisia. I feel sorry for my parents, who worked so hard to give birth to me. ——From the Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous "Polygonum"

Vernacular interpretation: Look at the height of the wormwood, but it is not wormwood but loose wormwood. Pity my father and mother, they worked so hard to raise me!

4. There are three types of filial piety: first, respecting relatives, secondly, not being humiliated, and secondly, being able to support. ——From "Book of Rites" in the Spring and Autumn Period

Vernacular interpretation: Filial behavior can be divided into three levels: the highest level is respecting parents in speech, behavior and heart, and the second level is not beating, scolding and insulting Parents, be good to them, and the next best thing is to be able to provide for them until they die. Of course, it would be unfilial to not even be able to provide for one's retirement.

5. The nature of heaven and earth is that human beings are noble; no human behavior is greater than filial piety, and no filial piety is greater than a strict father. ——From Qin and Han Dynasty's "Book of Filial Piety·Shengzhi Chapter 9"

Vernacular interpretation: Among all things in the world, human beings are the most noble. There is no more important human behavior than filial piety. Among filial piety, nothing is more important than respecting your father.

8. Ancient poems about parents

"Remembering My Father" by Song Lingyun

Wu Shu Yanyun broke the ruler's book, how can we hate each other when we are so far apart?

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

Meng Jiao

"You Zi Yin"

The loving mother's hand is on the thread,

You Zi is wearing clothes.

Before leaving, there is a tight gap,

I am afraid that I will return late.

Whoever speaks an inch of grass has a heart,

will be rewarded with three spring rays [Brief Analysis]

This is a cordial and sincere ode to maternal love.

The author's own annotation under the title is "Written by Yingmu Li". Meng Jiao lived in poverty and poverty all his life, and did not get the humble position of Liyang County Captain until he was fifty years old. This poem was written when he was an official in Liyang.

In the first two sentences, "The thread in the hands of the loving mother, and the clothes on the wandering son", two very common things, "thread" and "clothing", are used to closely connect "the loving mother" and "the wandering son", and write The flesh-and-blood relationship between mother and child relying on each other. The three or four sentences "Before departure, I am worried that I will be late in returning", through the actions and psychological portrayal of the loving mother rushing to make clothes for the wanderer to go out, deepening this kind of flesh and blood feeling. The mother used thousands of stitches and stitches to "sew" her son tightly because she was afraid that her son would not come home "late". Great maternal love is revealed naturally through the details in daily life. The first four sentences are drawn in line without any modification, but the image of the loving mother is truly touching.

The last two sentences, "Whoever speaks a word of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light" are the author's direct expression of his heart and his heartfelt praise of maternal love. These two sentences adopt traditional metaphorical techniques: a daughter is like a mere grass, and maternal love is like the sunshine in spring. How can a daughter repay her mother's love? The striking contrasts and vivid metaphors express the child's heartfelt love for his loving mother.

This poem artistically reproduces the ordinary and great human beauty that people feel, so it has won strong praise from countless readers for thousands of years. Until the Qing Dynasty, two poets in Liyang recited such verses: "The empty basket is full of father's letters, and the mother's thread lingers in my skirt" (Shi Qisheng's "Writing Hues"), "There have always been so many tears, all my hands are dyed in sewing" (Peng Gui "My younger brother Jianchu came to the capital to visit his relatives and was very happy"), which shows the deep impression this poem left on future generations. .