1. I don't know my parents when I love them. -"Children's Language" 2, mourning for parents, giving birth to me.

-The Book of Songs 3. A loving mother loves her son, not for repayment. -Han Liu An 4. It's difficult to sail across the river, but I don't know if it's near.

When I am in the dark, I miss my relatives and tears, lest I miss my children more! -Ni Ruizhen's "Remembering Mother" 5. A loving mother leans on the door, and a wanderer walks hard. I am willing to be sparse in the day, and I am afraid of it in the day.

—— Yuan Wang Mian's "Mo Xuan Tu" 6. With your couple's new Yan Wan, my mother and son are separated. It's better to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother doesn't lose the young male and the female.

-Tang Bai Juyi's "Mother Biezi" 7. When the mother instrument hangs down, the tube will be bright and bright, and the night platform will be silent. -"Motto Collection" 8. It's a miserable snowstorm night in Chai Men. It's better to have children than nothing at this time.

-"farewell to old mother" 9. I love my son endlessly, and I am happy to be home. Cold clothes are needlework, but home letters are ink-stained.

I feel pity and thin when I meet you, and I ask you questions. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.

—— Qing Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving at Home at the End of the Year" 1. Leave the mother in the ditch and stay at home. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, the North and the South always cared.

—— Song Wang Anshi's Tenth Five-Year Plan 11, the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy. Before departure, a needle was stitched together, afraid of the son came back late clothes damaged.

but how much love has the inch-long grass, won the third spring festival. -Don Meng Jiao's "Wandering Sons" 12. Si Er is a young day, and when he flies high, he carries his mother.

my parents thought about it then, but today I should know. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Sao" 13. Before respecting the mother, the prodigal son does not feel cold.

-"Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety" 14. Mother A failed in her teaching, and three yuan long sent down the kettle. Yun Shao rhymes and customs stop Yao Se, and Luan He flies low to brush the treasure furnace.

—— Tang Sikong's "Buxu" 15. The old woman with a white head covers the door and tears, and the sleeves are broken. -Tang Han Yu 16, my father gave birth to me, my mother bowed to me, caressed me, raised me, nurtured me, cared for me, and answered me.

-"The Book of Songs" 17. Frost-fallen reed flowers wet their clothes, and the bald head has no reliance on Chai Fei. In May last year, Huang Meiyu, Zeng Dian returned home as a cassock.

-Yu Gong's "Thinking of Mother" 18. A loving mother loves her young, and Zhao Jiaguang is the Crown Prince. () The gait of a dragon and a tiger is different day by day, and the dog tends to follow the eagle.

-Yuan Yang Weizhen's "Mother's Love" 19. At that time, my parents thought about it, but today I should know. -"Yan Shi shows Liu Sao" 2, who is not crazy or crazy, and goes to the king's house to be called a Taoist.

the old woman with a white head covered the door and cried, but she couldn't stop pulling off her blouse and sleeves. -Tang Han Yu's "Who's Son" 21, the mother is different from the child, the child is different from the mother, and there is no light to cry during the day.

General Guan Xi, a title of generals in ancient times, won a new title last year. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Mother Biezi" 22, no father, no mother.

—— The Book of Songs 23. Pull up the curtain and go to worship the mother river beam, and worry about it for nothing. It's a miserable snowy night in Chai Men. It's better to have children than nothing at this time.

-Qing Huang Zhongze's "Don't be an old mother" 24. People see that men and women are good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. -"short songs". 2. Praise the mother's poems

Children travel thousands of miles to worry about their mother.

only by raising children can parents know their kindness. Heaven and earth are spacious, and parents are generous.

All the glory and lesson plans in the world come from mothers. (Gorky) There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the mother's call.

(Dante) The sweetest word that a person's lips can utter is mother: the best call is that there is only one best woman in the world, and that is my mother. (Genghis Khan) Motherly love is a huge flame.

(Roman Roland) Motherly love is the greatest power in the world. (Mill) The most beautiful scene in the world is when we remember our mother.

(Mo Bosang) Praise Mother-This document is for all mothers in the world, no matter how poor or rich. Mother, can you use the hand of dead tree skin to brush away the frost that has already turned gray on your temples? I know that the bow of the red ribbon has bleached the black hair in my memory for a long time.

Mother, as if nothing had happened, you should gently wriggle your loose teeth. Singing songs and songs that are still fresh in childhood with the laughter in tears, memories are snakes of missing.

Draw a word to meander along, my mother who is still in pain in this life, you still lick my arrogant poison with this cracked tongue core. I will never grow up in front of you, so a vague topic called maternal love is undoubtedly wanderers, the most stupid person who hurts his mother. You used to be as famous as chrysanthemum, and you are old, and the edge of the white porcelain bottle has your remaining medicinal incense silk.

The crazy autumn wind has started, which has wiped out the loving heart in practice, but still can't hide your concern. Even in the lonely shadow, mother, don't catch cold.

No matter when and where the sunset depends on a crutch called children, you, the seeds covered with vegetation on the fertile soil are sprouting and growing, and I, at this moment. I just want to hear you call my birth name.

In a trance, mother, I seem to be back in the courtyard, the mother by the well who was pumping water when I was young-for all the mothers in the world on Mother's Day, your silver hair, hunched body and lonely figure. You are old. You associate with the neighboring villages, you are 8 years old, and you still draw water yourself. Cooking by yourself, you still cling to the hometown of my childhood dream. It is the pride of your life to raise our four children and four children all your life. The pigeons you fly are the concern of your life and the hope of survival. Every time you mention kindness to people, there is always a smile on your face. How can my mother, who has been through a lot of hardships and hardships, write thousands of words with a blunt pen? I admire my mother all the time. My mother is a big ship carrying me to the sea to explore the mysteries of life. The magical mother is a mountain that contains everything. Nurturing me to grow strong, my mother in body and mind is a touching song that takes me to travel around the world, singing about the history of the motherland with her beautiful tune. Mother is a spring breeze that brings life to all things in the world, and mother is a spring rain that nourishes all things on the earth! Mother, I love you. You are the eternal favorite in my heart. In my heart, there is a place that is unfathomable, but it has never been asked. You are the fire of hope, illuminating my future and hope. In every dark night, I care about you. In every cold night, you give me endless warmth. It rains in the sky and every raindrop is telling.

Your pale fingertips touch my temples. I can't help but hold on to your skirt as I did when I was a child. My mother tried to keep your fading figure. Although the morning light has cut my dream into smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time. I still cherish that bright red scarf for fear that washing will make it lose your unique warmth. The running water of my mother's years is just as heartless as it is afraid that my memory will fade. How dare I open its painting screen easily? I cried to you for a thorn. Now I am wearing a jingguan, and I dare not moan. Mother, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if I call for penetrating the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this. Although I have written many songs for flowers, the sea and the dawn, my sweet and tender memories are not a torrent. It's not a waterfall, it's a dry well where flowers and trees can't sing. Mother's life is like walking on a stormy road, and her mother is at the forefront. Let some umbrellas shelter her children from the wind and rain, and my mother pushed them to me. Ah, children under umbrellas, mothers outside umbrellas, rain is no longer rain, but a happy tear sent to the world by God. Mother, people can leave after hard work, but people will not leave, just as we will not forget our ancestors and mothers. Without her, I would feel cold. My mother is the salt in a dish, and life would be tasteless without her. My mother must have her pains. Those lingering pains often hang on her face, interwoven with the smiles of looking at her children. A great mother's love picks a bunch of the brightest roses, pinning all her dear words on her mother. My mother says I am stupid. Roses are flowers that symbolize love, no, they are also flowers that children want to give to her. I haven't heard from my mother for a long time. The words of falling asleep before listening to them. My mother said, silly children, my mother will never finish what she wants to say to her children, even if she sleeps in the grave, you will always be my concern. Mother, the five-leaf tree, the world I am going deeper and deeper? A five-leaf tree in the world is full of poems, mother. I am your forced mature child. The child dressed in a faint Tsing Yi is satisfied. Please adopt it ~ Thank you ~. 3. Four simple ancient poems expressing motherly love

1. Thinking of mother

Song Dynasty: With Gong

, I shed tears and wet my clothes, and my bald head was not dependent on Chai Fei.

Last May, in Huang Meiyu, Zeng Dian returned home as a cassock.

Translation

How many times have I sat under the flowers and played the flute? The red wall of the Milky Way is so far away to me. The stars in front of me are not the stars of last night. For whom did I stand in the wind and dew all night?

The lingering feelings are like silkworms, and the wandering heart is like a peeled banana. Recalling the scene when she was fifteen years old on that full moon night, it's a pity that this cup of wine in my hand can't eliminate the sadness in my heart.

2. Farewell my mother

Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren

bowed the curtain and went to the mother river beam, worrying about nothing but tears.

It's a miserable snowy night in Chai Men. It's better to have children than nothing at this time.

Translation

Because I want to go to Heliang to make a living, I lifted the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my old mother. When I saw my white-haired mother, I couldn't stop crying and my tears dried up.

On this snowy night, it's a pity that you can't be filial to your mother, but you have to hide Chai Men's miserable death. What's the use of adopting a son? I might as well not.

3. Yaochi

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

The window of Yaochi's grandmother Qi opened, and the yellow bamboo sang sadly.

The Eight Horses traveled to Wan Li three times a day, and King Mu never came back.

Translation

The Queen Mother of the West opens the window on the Yaochi; I only heard Huang Zhuge's voice moving sadly. Eight Jun Shenma's car travels three times a day in Wan Li; Why did Zhou Muwang break the contract and stop coming?

4. Nine quatrains are flourishing. Seventh

In the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu

laid white carpets on poplar flowers, and lotus leaves on the stream were stacked with green money.

No one has seen the bamboo shoots, and the chicks on the sand sleep next to their mothers.

Translation

The fragments of poplar flowers falling on the path are like white felt spread out, and the lotus flowers dotted on the stream are stacked one after another like bronze money. No one has paid attention to the tender bamboo shoots that just broke through the ground next to the bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest. The newly hatched ducklings snuggled up to the mother ducks and fell asleep sweetly on the beach.

5. Birds

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Who lives in peace? As common as flesh and blood.

I advise you not to hit the boudoir, and the son will wait for his mother in the nest.

Translation

Who said that the lives of these little birds are insignificant? Everything in the universe has flesh and blood skin, which is the same life, and there is no truth about which is more important. I advise you not to hit the birds on the branches. The young birds are still waiting for their mother's return in the nest, so you can't kill several lives with one stone! 4. Poems praising maternal love

Meng Jiao's "Wandering Sons" the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy.

carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, dreading the delays that will keep him late from home. But how much love has the inch-long grass, it's three times! A loving mother loves her son, not for repayment.

[Han] Liu An's pregnancy in October is heavy, but the reward in three years is light. "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" is a baby of one foot and three inches, and it has been ten and eight years of work.

The mother in Song of Persuading Filial Piety says that the child is dry and lying, while the mother is wet and sleeping. The "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" is not seen by the mother, and the child is uneasy.

My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty. "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" respects the loving mother before, and the prodigal son does not feel cold.

The Song of Persuading Filial Piety is full of love and hardships. Who knows my parents when it hurts me? "Children's Language" The white-headed mother covered the door and cried, and the sleeves of the shirt were broken. [Tang] Han Yusier is a young day, and when he flies high, he carries his mother.

my parents thought about it then, but today I should know. Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi Showing Liu Chao" chose an old woman with a white head to cover the door, and the sleeves were broken.

Han Yu's Who's Son chose the mother to go to the ditch and stay at home. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, the North and the South always cared.

Wang Anshi mourns his parents and gives birth to me. The Book of Songs has no father and no mother. The Book of Songs is the father's virtue and the son's legacy.

strict words and respected parents; Good education for children. Don't be happy if you have a son, and don't sigh if you don't have a son.

[Tang] people in Han Yu think it is good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women make people old. [Tang] Wang Jian's parents are all in the world; The rarest man in the world, brother.

The motto Lian Bi is the best in the world for parents. Being a child is a great filial piety in the world. My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed, caressed, nurtured, nurtured, cared for and answered me.

the book of songs. 5. Who has a poem praising mother

1. the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy.

Meng Jiao's "A Wandering Son Greets His Mother and Drives Up" 2. People see that men and women are good at giving birth, but they don't know that men and women make people old. Wang Jian's "Short Songs" 3. Mourning my parents and giving birth to me.

4. I went to the Mother River Bridge with a blind eye. Huang Jingren's "Don't Old Mother" 5. I love my son endlessly, and I am happy to return home.

Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving at Home at the End of the Year" 6. but how much love has the inch-long grass won the "Wandering Sons Greeting Mother" by Meng Jiao in Sanchunhui. 7. My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Anonymous "E-E" 8. A loving mother leans on the door, and a wanderer walks hard.

Wang Mian's "The First Picture of Mo Xuan" 9. When you meet, you are pitiful and thin, and you are asking for hardships. Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving at Home at the End of the Year" 1. Frosted reed flowers are wet with tears, and the bald head has no reliance on Chai Fei.

and Gong's "Thinking of Mother" 11. When I came, my parents knew that they were separated, and it was like dying to pay attention to clothes. Wang Jian's "Crossing the Liao River" 12. Men and women are singing in the air, and the sound is not coming back.

Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Show the Old Man" 13. The mother is different from the son, and the son is different from the mother. During the day, there is no light and crying. Bai Juyi's "Mother Biezi" 14. After thirty days of hard work, the mother's thin chicks are getting fatter.

Bai Juyi's "Yan Poetry Showing Liu Chao" 15. In the Ming Dynasty, the mother and son were crying at each other. Lu You's "The Storm on October 28th" 16. The old mother and the son are separated, and the grass is crying.

Li Bai's "Yu Zhangxing" 17, mumbling to teach words, brushing sweaters one by one. Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Sao" 18. Si Er is a young day, and when he flies high, he carries his mother.

Bai Juyi's "The Poem of Yan Shows the Old Man" 19. There is a granddaughter who has not gone, and there is no end to the skirt. Du Fu's "Stone Trench Officials" is in the 2th and 15th years, before trying to be kind to his mother.

Meng Haoran's "Seeing Zhang Shenming's Classic and Going to Jingzhou Province" 21. At that time, my parents missed it, but today I should know it. Bai Juyi's "Yan Poetry Showing Liu Chao" 22. Self-discipline and self-oath, and personal teaching.

Ouyang Xiu's Book of Drawing Geography. 6. Poems praising maternal love

A loving mother loves her son, not for repayment.

[Han] Liu An's pregnancy in October is heavy, but the reward in three years is light. "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" is a baby of one foot and three inches, and it has been ten and eight years of work.

The mother in Song of Persuading Filial Piety says that the child is dry and lying, while the mother is wet and sleeping. The "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" is not seen by the mother, and the child is uneasy.

My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty. "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" respects the loving mother before, and the prodigal son does not feel cold.

The Song of Persuading Filial Piety is full of love and hardships. Who knows my parents when it hurts me? "Children's Language" The white-headed mother covered the door and cried, and the sleeves of the shirt were broken. [Tang] Han Yu's mother instrument hangs down, and the tube is bright and bright, and the night platform is silent.

aphorism collection, the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother.