1. Poems about mother

Poems about mother 1. Four simple sentences of ancient poems expressing maternal love

1. Missing mother

Song Dynasty: Yu Gong

The frost wiped out the reed flowers and made their clothes wet with tears, and the old man 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

How many times have I sat under the flowers and played the flute, but the red wall of the Milky Way seems so far away to me. The stars in front of me are no longer the stars of last night. For whom did I stand in the wind and dew all night?

The lingering feelings are like silkworm cocoons, and the lingering heart is like peeled plantains. Recalling the scene of the full moon night when she was fifteen years old, I lamented that the glass of wine in my hand could no longer eliminate the sadness in my heart.

2. Farewell to my mother

Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren

Pulling up the curtains to pay homage to my mother, I went to the river beam, my eyes were dry with white hair and 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.

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 burst into tears. Stop, the tears have dried up.

On this windy and snowy night, I can’t fulfill my filial piety by my mother’s side but have to hide behind my mother’s door and go away miserably. I can’t help but sigh: What’s the use of raising a son? It's better not to have one.

3. Yaochi

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

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

The eight horses traveled thirty thousand miles in a day. Why would King Mu not do it again?

Translation

The Queen Mother of the West opened the window on Yaochi; she could only hear the sad and moving voice of Huangzhu singing. The eight-horse chariot travels 30,000 miles a day; why did King Mu of Zhou break the contract and stop coming?

4. Seven of the Nine Quatrains

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

The poplar path is covered with white felt, and the lotus leaves are stacked with green coins on the stream. .

No one can see the pheasants on the bamboo shoots, and the chicks sleep next to their mothers on the sand.

Translation

The poplar fragments falling on the path are like white felt spread out, and the young lotus dotted on the stream are stacked one on top like bronze coins. No one has paid attention to the young bamboo shoots that have just sprouted from the ground next to the bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest. The newly hatched water ducks are sleeping sweetly next to their mother ducks on the beach.

5. Bird

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Who knows that the lives of all living beings are small? General flesh and bones, general skin.

I advise you not to kill the bird on the branch. The son is in the nest looking for his mother to return.

Translation

Who said the lives of these little birds are insignificant? Everything in the universe has skin of flesh and blood. They are the same life, and there is no right to say which one is more important. I advise you not to hit the birds on the branches. The young birds are still in the nest waiting for their mother to return. You might kill a stone with one stone!

2. Quotations and poems about mothers

All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. (Golky)

Motherly love is a huge flame. (Romain Rolland)

There is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, that is the mother’s call (Dante)

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

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

The sweetest word that can be uttered by human lips is mother, and the most beautiful call is "mother" (Kahlil Gibran)

Maternal love is the greatest in the world The power of (Mir)

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

Motherly love is such a strong, selfish, and feverish emotion that occupies our entire heart. (Duncan)

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

Mothers all over the world are so alike! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart. (Whitman)

Although women are fragile, mothers are strong (France)

Without the help of selfless, self-sacrificing maternal love, the child's heart will be a piece of cake. desert.

(UK)

3. Poems about praising mothers

"The Wandering Son's Song" Meng Jiao's loving mother has thread in her hands and wandering son's clothes.

Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light.

Selected from "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou" Bai Juyi Si'er was a young boy, flying high and carrying his mother on his back. My parents thought about it then, but you should know it today.

"Fifteen" Wang Anshi sent his mother to Han Valley and left Bai Han at home. When the moon comes out and Du Yu is heard, the north and the south are always concerned.

"Arriving Home at the End of the Year" Jiang Shiquan loves his son endlessly, and he is happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are freshly inked.

When I meet, I pity the thin man, and I call him to ask about his hardships. I am ashamed of my son, I dare not sigh in the wind and dust.

"Remembering the Father" Song Lingyun Wu Shu Yanyun broke the ruler 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. "Thinking of My Mother" Yu Gong's clothes are wet with tears of reed flowers and frost, and his white head no longer leans on the wood door.

During the yellow plum rains in May last year, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice. "Remembering the Mother" Ni Ruixuan The river is so wide that it is difficult to navigate, so I can't cross it. 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! Mother is like a bright light in the dark night. When I lose my way, she will guide me towards the light. My mother is like the bright moon in the autumn night. When I am lonely and helpless, she will accompany me and give me confidence.

My mother works hard for me all day long, working tirelessly and without any regrets. On this annual Mother’s Day, I want to say, thank you, Mom! ——This document is dedicated to all mothers in the world, regardless of whether they are poor or rich. Mother, can you use your hands of dry tree bark to brush away the gray frost on your temples? I know the memory of the red ribbon bow bleaching my black hair is long gone.

Mother, you still wriggle your loose teeth gently as if nothing has happened. Sing the still fresh songs of childhood with the smile behind the curtain of tears. Memories are the snakes of longing.

Draw out a word and meander around, my mother who is still suffering from the rest of my life, you still do not hesitate to use this dry tongue core to lick away the poison of my pride. I will always be a child who will never grow up in front of you. Therefore, a vague topic called maternal love is undoubtedly the wanderer. The most stupid thing is to hurt the mother. The person who once had a name as good as chrysanthemum, you are on the edge of the white porcelain bottle when you are old. The remaining medicinal fragrance and plain silk are deeply reminiscent of old times.

I have wiped my loving heart through the care, but it still cannot hide your concern. The crazy autumn wind has begun. Even in the lonely shadow, mother, please don’t catch a cold.

No matter when and where the sunset depends on a kind of crutch called children, the seeds covered by vegetation are germinating on the fertile soil bred by you, and I am growing up at this moment. I just want to hear you call my baby name.

In a trance, my mother called me as if I was back in the courtyard, beside the well where I drew water when I was young. Mother, mother - dedicated to all the mothers in the world on "Mother's Day". Your silver hair, rickety body, Your lonely figure is old. You hang out with your neighbors and villages. At the age of 80, you still fetch your own water and cook your own meals. You still cling to the hometown of my childhood dream. You have raised our four children throughout your life. Our four children are the pride of your life. You let them fly. Pigeons are your concern for life and hope for survival. Every time you mention my kind face to others, there is always a smile on your face. Mother, my mother who has gone through many hardships, how can my blunt pen write thousands of words? I praise my mother with every emotion. Mother is a A big ship carries me to the sea to pursue the mystery of life and explore the magic of the world. Mother is a high mountain that contains all things and nurtures me to grow and be strong. Mother is a moving song that takes me around with her beautiful tune. Singing the history of the motherland, the mother is a ray of spring breeze that brings life to all things in the world. Mother is a spring rain that nourishes all things on the earth! Mother, I love you, you are the eternal favorite in my heart. Ode to a loving mother, there is a place in my heart that is unfathomable, and I have never asked about it. You are the fire of hope, lighting up my future for me. , illuminates hope. In every dark night, I care about you. In every cold night, you give me endless warmth. It starts to rain in the sky, and every raindrop is telling.

Your pale fingertips are caressing my temples. I can’t help but hold on to your clothes tightly like I did when I was a child. In order to keep your disappearing figure, my mother has cut the dream into pieces in the morning light. I still dare not open my eyes for a long time because of the smoke. I still treasure that bright red scarf for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth. Isn’t the flow of mother’s years also ruthless for fear that the memory will also fade? How dare I open it easily? Its screen is for a thorn. I once cried to you. Now it is crowned with thorns. I dare not make a sound or moan. Mother, I often look up at your picture sadly. Even if the call can penetrate the loess, how dare I disturb you? To sleep, I dare not display the sacrifices of love like this. Although I have written many songs for the flowers, for the sea, and for the dawn, my sweet and deep yearning for my mother is not a torrent or a waterfall. It is hidden by flowers and trees and cannot sing. The life of a mother in a dry well is like walking on a road that is often windy and rainy, and the mother is at the forefront. I gave some umbrellas to protect my children from the wind and rain, and my mother gave them to me. Ah, the children under the umbrella, the mother outside the umbrella, Rain is no longer rain, it is a tear of happiness sent by God to the world. Mother, after hard work, the human body can leave, but the person will not leave, just like we will not forget our ancestors and our mother. Mother is in our body I would feel cold without her. Mother is the salt of the dish. Without her, life would have no flavor. Mother must have her pain. Those wandering pains often hang on her face and look at her children. The laughter is intertwined. The great maternal love picks a bouquet of the brightest roses and expresses all the words of love for the mother. The mother says I am stupid. Roses are the flowers that symbolize love. No, they are also the flowers that children want to give to their mothers. For a long time I really regret not being able to hear the jokes my mother told me when I was a child. I fell asleep before I finished listening to those words. My mother said, silly boy, a mother will never finish what she has to say to her children, and she will sleep until the grave. Here, you are also my eternal concern. Mother·Five-yeed Tree I go deeper and deeper into the world? A five-leaf tree in the world is covered with poetry. Mother, I am your child who was forced to mature. That child wearing a faint green dress, I am a handful of soil that is loved by you in every possible way. Tonight, you sit under the eaves of the country and wash your fingers. One by one among the leaves, each autumn leaf, the mother and son who are dreaming, hope you are thousands of miles away by the river. Don’t tell me where life takes place. You want to pierce my tears that multiply by the river! Tonight the stars are extremely bright, the waves are rippling, the nocturnes are melodious, the mother’s fingers are wrapped around the holy five-leaf tree with youth, and the holy five-leaf tree is covered with poems as heavy as autumn. Her son is standing on the trembling hair. Don’t be excited by the sound of the flute blowing from the corner of my mouth... you life touched me.

4. Two poems about maternal love

Poetry

A loving mother does not love her son 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 needs ten and eight years of work. "Song of Encouraging Filial Piety"

The mother calls the child to lie down when he is dry, while the mother sleeps when the child is wet. "Song of Encouraging 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 Encouragement to Filial Piety"

The prodigal son does not feel cold when the loving mother is present. "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 and left them in place. 〖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 Sutra"

Quotes

1 Gonchar's famous saying: 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 root. 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)

Paper Boat (For Mother) Bing Xin I never abandon a piece of paper, I always keep it - keep it, fold it into small boats, and from the boat thrown up and down into the sea. Some were blown into the windows of the boat by the wind. Some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow of the boat. I still keep folding them every day without getting discouraged, always hoping that one of them will flow to where I want it to go. Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it came into your dream for no reason. This is what your beloved daughter put together with tears in her eyes, across thousands of rivers and mountains, asking it to carry her love and sorrow back home.

Is this okay?

5. 10 poems describing mother

The Wandering Son's Song - Meng Jiao (Tang Dynasty)

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

Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.

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

Sending my mother back to her hometown

Stopping and looking around, I became a prisoner of Chu.

Sentiment arose from it, and tears choked my throat.

The loving mother Fang is seriously ill and wants to consult a famous doctor.

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

If there is nothing in return for maternal love, what more can we ask for in life!

Farewell to my mother

I bowed to my mother and went to Heliang.

My eyes are dry with tears as I look at my white hair and worry.

It’s a miserable snowy night in Chaimen,

It’s better to have children than not to have children at this time.

It has been three years since we broke up.

Another autumn of loneliness.

The wild geese fly over the willows in front of the courtyard,

The mother is worried when her son travels thousands of miles,

Tears are shed across the nine states.

The scenery of Kyushu remains the same,

It’s just hard to remember.

There is always the pain of parting in the world.

Tonight the moon is like a hook again.

When will this hatred end?

"Ou Shu" Wang Mian

The wind is fine today,

There are daylilies in front of the hall.

Holding the cup for the longevity of the mother,

There is no noise when you are happy.

6. Poems and famous sayings about mother

Poems about mother:

1. My love for my son is endless, and I will be happy to return home. --Jiang Shiquan

Interpretation: The love for one's son is endless, and the happiest thing is for the wanderer to return in time.

2. The love of a loving mother leaning against the door makes the wanderer suffer on the road. --Wang Mian

Interpretation: The kind mother leans on the door and looks forward to her child, but the wanderer who travels far away is so miserable.

3. When we meet, we pity the thin ones and call them to ask about their hardships. --Jiang Shiquan

Definition: My mother felt distressed when her son lost weight, and called me to inquire about the hardships of the journey.

4. After thirty days of hard work, the mother becomes thinner and the chick becomes fatter. --Bai Juyi

After thirty days of hard work, I lost weight in the mother swallow and fattened the chicks.

5. Whoever says nothing will be rewarded with three rays of spring. --Meng Jiao

Who said that a weak filial piety like Xiaocao could repay the kindness of a loving mother like Chunhui Puze.

Quotes about mothers:

1. There is a deep, true, and endless love between a child and her mother. This kind of love is the eternal spiritual pillar of children and mothers and the true value of our nation's survival. --Hao Bing

2. No matter how I am now or what I hope to be in the future, I should all attribute it to my angelic mother. I remember those prayers of my mother’s and they are with me and have been with me all my life. --Abraham Lincoln

3. Maternal love is great, and great maternal love is reflected calmly through the little things in life; maternal love is selfless, and selfless maternal love is because the mother devotes everything to Mother's love is sincere, and true maternal love is naturally revealed in the mother's encouragement, nagging, and concern. --Ai Jun

4. Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it came into your dream for no reason. This is what your beloved daughter put together with tears in her eyes, across thousands of rivers and mountains, begging him to carry her love and sorrow back home. --Bing Xin

7. What are the poems praising mothers?

After thirty days of hard work, the mother becomes thinner and the chick becomes fatter. ——Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"

It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time. ——Huang Jingren's "Farewell Old Mother"

My grandson is still here, so she goes in and out without finishing her skirt. ——Du Fu's "Shi Hao Li"

Amu Qi's window in Yaochi opened, and the singing of yellow bamboo moved the earth to mourn. ——Li Shangyin's "Yao Chi"

He sent his mother to Han ditch and left Bai Han at home. ——Wang Anshi's "Fifteen"

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. ——Wang Mian's "Ink Xuan Picture No. 1"

Clothes wet with tears of reed flowers after frost —— Yu Gong's "Thinking of Mother"

The virtuous person returns to the mirror and repays his kindness. Kindly light the Buddha lamp. ——Li Dong's "A Letter of Gratitude to Mr. Situ Xianggong in the First Episode"

Where is the direct line of a house? The hometown of parents cannot be reached. ——Wang Jian's "Ancient Army"

Mutter the teaching words and brush the sweaters one by one. ——Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"

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

Si'er is a young child, flying high and carrying his mother on his back. ——Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"

Lifting the curtains and worshiping his mother, Heliang, Bai Juyi is worried about seeing tears in his eyes. ——Huang Jingren's "Farewell Old Mother"

Caterpillars are not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no period of satiety. ——Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"

My parents read it at that time, but you should know it today. ——Bai Juyi's "The Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"

In the fifteenth year of Caiyi, Cheng Huan was in front of his loving mother. ——Meng Haoran "Sending Zhang Shenming's Sutras and Visiting Jingzhou Province"

When I met, I felt sorry for the thin man, and asked my son about his hardships. ——Jiang Shiquan "Home at the End of the Year"

8. Poems about Mother

Paper Boat

"Stars"

I never refused I discarded a piece of paper,

always kept it - kept it,

folded it into a small boat,

from the boat thrown up and down into the sea.

Some were blown into the windows of the boat by the wind,

Some were wetted by the waves and stuck to the bow of the boat.

I am still not discouraged, folding them every day,

I always hope that one of them will flow to the place I want him to go.

Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,

Don’t be surprised that it fell into the dream for no reason.

This is what your beloved daughter put together with tears in her eyes, across thousands of rivers and mountains

Please ask him to carry her love and sorrow back home.

Paper Boat

"Stars"

I never throw away a piece of paper,

I always keep it—— Keep them,

fold them into small boats,

throw them into the sea.

Some were blown into the windows of the boat by the wind,

Some were wetted by the waves and stuck to the bow of the boat.

I am still not discouraged, folding them every day,

I always hope that one of them will flow to the place I want him to go.

Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,

Don’t be surprised that it fell into the dream for no reason.

This is what your beloved daughter put together with tears in her eyes, across thousands of rivers and mountains

Please ask him to carry her love and sorrow back home.

Mother

Mother

The storm is coming

Many birds are coming to its nest

The storm in my heart is coming

I just hide in your arms

Mother!

Can you take a look at this fragmentary article

These universes

Before I was there

9. Poems about mother

Reply to Qin Jia's poem

Han Dynasty: Xu Shu

Concubine The body is not ready, and the baby is sick.

The house is stagnant, and the time has passed.

It is a waste to wait in the temple, and it is contrary to the love and respect.

You are here to receive orders, and you are far away from the capital.

We say farewell leisurely, and express our feelings for no reason.

Looking forward and eagerly, standing still and wandering.

I miss you with feelings, and I dream with glory.

You will lead me with your hair, but you will be good if you leave me.

Hate has no wings, flying high to chase each other.

I sigh forever when I sing, and my clothes are stained by tears.

This is a Sao style poem, first seen in "New Odes of Yutai" compiled by Xu Ling. The author Xu Shu and her husband Qin Jiafu are from Longxi (now southeastern Gansu). During the Eastern Han Dynasty, when Duke Huan was the emperor,

Qin Jia "made plans for each county" (the Han monarchy sent officials to the capital at the end of each year to distribute records, which was called a plan; sending officials was called a plan) Entering Luoyang, Xu Shu was lying in his sick mother's home, and the couple could not say goodbye. Qin Jia wrote three "Poems for Staying in the County as Gifts to Wife" and said goodbye to his wife. Xu Shu answered with this poem.

In the first ten lines of this poem, I write about my sick mother’s family. I couldn't say goodbye to my husband. "Disorder, bad; "Children's disease" is still sick; "poor", recovery.

First of all, the author explains the reason why he can't say goodbye, which is narrative, but emotional and emotional "Disorder", "infant disease", "stagnation", "no distinction", with infinite helplessness; "neglect", "respect", with infinite apology; "the separation has been long, there is no reason to describe it again", leaving Qin Jia attaches great importance to the couple's narration: "The New Year party is far away from farewell, and I miss the song of narration. "So he sent a car to pick up Xu Shu.

But Xu Shu's illness was difficult to do: "Send a car to meet his son and go back and forth empty-handed." On the occasion of "cannot sleep", she gave Baochai and Mingjing three "Women's Gift Poems" to express her deep feelings (see Qin Jia's "Women's Gift Poems"). Xu Shu's first ten poems do not seem so touching, but if When readers think of this, they can feel the complex emotions hidden in the female poet's heart. The calm currents are the deepest, and the unbearable feelings are more sincere and touching. The same.

If the first ten sentences are emotional, then the last ten sentences directly express their feelings. There are many arias in the unknown ancient poems of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

The poetess was so immersed in it that she could not even hear the narration of "soul death".

If we say "leave again, leave you forever" is the pain of life, it will eventually leave something worth remembering; if we want to say goodbye for no reason, we will only have Endless speculation, regret and uneasiness. Look forward, stand and walk around. Sijun is full of emotions and dreams, "If you can't say goodbye and look forward, you can see the urgency of the heroine's feelings;

If you can't say goodbye and stand up, you can see the heroine's feelings. When you think of the emperor, you can see the depth of the heroine's feelings. The poet can't help but imagine that when her husband is far away, he can spread his wings and pursue forever.

But fantasy is just fantasy. "Always sing, dress and cry" is the sadness after calming down from anxiety and waking up from fantasy. The words "long" and "forever" are synonyms for repetition, expressing the heavy frustration and profound meaning of this emotion. So far, the image of a weak and passionate young woman has leapt onto the page.

Shen Deqian said that Xu Shu’s poems are “relaxed in tone and deeply touching”, which is very good. There are no ups and downs in the poem, and there is no cutting process of fine needles and dense threads. Plain narrative has a natural appeal. Its secret lies in "truth".