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Are there any ancient poems about gratitude to mothers?

1. "The Song of the Wandering Son" - Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty

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

Before leaving, I am worried that I will return later.

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. "Moxuan Picture No. 1" - Wang Mian of the Yuan Dynasty

The bright daylily flowers grow under the North Hall.

The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom?

A loving mother leans on her door with love, but a wanderer’s journey is painful.

Every day the sweet message is sparse, and the sound is blocked every day.

Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise bird.

Translation: The brilliant day lily flowers grow under the Beitang. The south wind blows the day lily, and for whom is it swaying to reveal its fragrance? The kind mother leans on the door and looks forward to her child, but the wanderer on a long journey is so miserable!

The support for parents is becoming estranged 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.

3. "Missing Mother" - Song Dynasty and Gong

The frost wiped out the tears of the reed flowers, and the clothes were wet, and the white heads no longer leaned on the wood door.

During the yellow plum rain in May last year, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice.

Translation: Seeing the autumn frost blowing the reed flowers all over the sky, I shed tears of sadness. My old mother with white hair will never come to the door to lean on the Chaimen to look forward to me and visit me again. Me. During the plum rainy season in May last year, the family's food supply ran out and I had nothing to live on, so I had to pawn my cassocks and buy rice to go home and support my elderly mother.

4. "Jiang's Mother" - Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty

Jiang's mother left a white gauze in the ditch.

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

Translation: After bringing my mother to Yangzhou, I settled in a place that could be covered by temporary white linen cloth. When I hear the sound of the cuckoo on a full moon night, I think of my son who is away from home. Although the north and the south are separated, I still miss him deeply.

5. "Sending Mother Back to Hometown" - Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty

I stopped and stared blankly, making me a prisoner of Chu.

Sentimentality arose from it, and tears choked my throat.

My loving mother Fang is seriously ill and wants to see a famous doctor.

I am in a hurry to pick up the car, but the sky will not spare me.

There is nothing to be repaid for maternal love, and there is nothing more to ask for in life.

Translation: Because I was going to Heliang to make a living, I lifted up the curtains and reluctantly said goodbye to my elderly mother. When I saw the gray-haired old mother, I couldn’t help but shed tears, and 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.