There are many words, such as:
(1)
Your greatness has condensed my flesh and blood.
Your greatness has shaped my soul.
Your life is a voyage of love.
You use beautiful annual rings
to weave a calendar with fragrant ink.
Every year I.
(2)
You are a big tree
Spring depends on your fantasy
Summer depends on your prosperity
Autumn depends on your maturity.
Winter depends on your meditation
Your tall and broad canopy ~
keeps the fields wild
Mother, you gave me life
You raised me to grow up. By
being depressed, you are hope
being weak, you are strength
sheltering from the wind and rain in your little bay
You have broadened my horizons
You are my forever best friend, the driving force of life
(4)
You lean over and guard with loving care
You show your bright mind to the fullest
You have strong energy and a strong smile. > (5)
Let me immerse myself in your joy
Let me enjoy your warmth
Let me revel in your arms
Let me snuggle up in your arms
(6)
There are faint poems in the long clouds
There is continuous love in the faint poems
There is deep affection in the continuous love. Rain makes me the rainbow after the rain
If my mother is the moon, I am the star who holds the moon
My mother is the root of my growth
I am the ideal fruit of my mother
The Wandering Sons
Author: Meng Jiao
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.
Your pale fingertips touch my temples.
I can't help but hold your skirt tightly as I did when I was a child.
Ah, mother,
In order to keep your disappearing figure,
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke,
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf,
I'm afraid that washing will make it
lose your unique warmth.
ah, mother,
isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid my memory will fade, too.
How can I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a jingguan, but I dare not.
I dare not moan.
Ah, mother,
I often look up at your photos sadly.
Even though the call can penetrate the loess,
how can I disturb your sleep?
I dare not display the gift of love like this.
Although I have written many songs,
For flowers, for the sea and for the dawn.
Ah, mother,
My sweet and deep memory,
It's not a torrent, it's not a waterfall,
It's an ancient well that can't sing among flowers and trees. 2. Poem about loving mother
Paper boat
-To send my mother Bing Xin
I never give up a piece of paper,
I always keep it-keep it,
stack it into a small boat,
and throw it into the sea.
some were blown into the window in the boat by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck on the bow.
I am still not discouraged. I always hope that one can only flow to the place where I want him to go.
Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This is folded by your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes.
Wan Shui Qian Shan, please ask him to carry her love and sorrow home.
a loving mother loves her son, not for repayment. [Han] Liu An
In October, the pregnancy is heavy, and the reward of the third generation is light.
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The mother in Song of Persuading Filial Piety says that the child lies dry, while the mother in excrement sleeps wet.
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My mother is one hundred years old, and she often reads eighty children.
The prodigal son doesn't feel cold when his loving mother is before him.
I don't know my parents when I love them.
The old woman with a white head covered the door and cried, but her sleeves were broken. 〕 Tang 〕 Han Yu
When the mother instrument hangs down, the tube will be bright and bright, and the night platform will be silent.
aphorisms
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. Who dare say that the children like the weak filial piety, can repay the love of the mother like spring SUNSHINE IN SPRING? [Tang] Meng Jiao
In the past, Meng Mu chose its neighbors. At Mencius sloth, She cut th' cloth. "San Zi Jing"
Mother, the first relative in the world; Motherly love is the first love in the world. Strict word
The only love in the world that is not polluted is maternal love. Strict word
When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is a partner in failure. Zheng Zhenduo
mourns his parents and gives birth to me. The Book of Songs
Without a father, what can I do without a mother?
The Book of Songs is the father's virtue and the son's legacy. Strict words
parents are highly respected; 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] Han Yu
People think it's good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women make people old. [Tang] Wang Jian
All parents in the world; The rarest man in the world, brother.
Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is a great filial piety in the world.
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, bred me, nurtured me,
cared for me and answered me. The Book of Songs
If a father is unkind, his son will be unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unjust,
if the wife is not. [Southern and Northern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui
There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, and there are no strict teachers and friends outside, but few people can succeed. [Song] Lv Gongzhu
What parents want, I will continue to describe it; I cherish those parents' thoughts.
In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are the chance for his ideal self to come again. Fei Xiaotong
Poem of a Wandering Son (Tang) Meng Jiao
The loving mother has a middle line, and the wandering son is clothed.
When you leave, you have to sew closely.
I'm afraid I'll be late.
whoever speaks with an inch of grass,
will be rewarded with three spring rays. 3. Poems about loving mothers
Songs of exhortation to filial piety
Confucius wrote the book of filial piety, which belongs to virtue.
both parents are hard, especially the mother.
The baby is underage and pregnant with the mother's abdomen in October.
thirst for mother's blood, hunger for mother's meat.
the child is dying, and the mother is in prison.
I'm afraid I'll be a ghost's wife when I give birth.
once the children meet, the mother is happy to continue.
if love is a treasure, you should bow diligently day and night.
the mother lies on the wet mat and the child sleeps on the dry bedding.
The baby is sleeping soundly, but the mother dare not stretch.
dirty children are not too smelly, but they are willing to redeem themselves when they are ill.
children should be able to walk and behave in a precarious manner.
after three years of breastfeeding, sweat and blood consume thousands of tigers.
children should be able to eat and drink, and save their mouths and postures.
I'm fifteen or sixteen years old.
Hui Min is afraid of fatigue, and he is dull and worried.
praise first if you are good, and educate if you are good.
if the child has not come back from work, leaning against the door will be followed by a candle.
children travel thousands of miles, and their parents travel thousands of miles.
filial piety is a matter of course, and unfilial is not as good as poultry. 4. My mother doesn't have Mongolian lyrics. How about Chinese?
Lyrics of my mother
[My mother]
Singer: Deyang Zhuoma
On the misty land
I came to the world from your arms
In my young mind
You sowed me the hope of life
When I looked up at my hometown
Your figure flashed in the distance
. You and my mother
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(The song of the prairie is floating around the world, vast and profound!
moving from the original pure land!
nature comes from the call of native land!
The most beautiful mezzo-soprano in the world, intoxicated by you! )
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You regard me as your ideal on the sunny Yuan Ye
On my life journey
. [Han] Liu An's pregnancy in October was heavy, but his reward was 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 of "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" said that the child was dry and lying, while the mother was 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 children. "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" respects the loving mother before, and the prodigal son does not feel cold.
I don't know my parents when I love them. "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. A Collection of Mottos, 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. Who dare say that the children like the weak filial piety, can repay the love of the mother like spring SUNSHINE IN SPRING? [Tang] Meng Jiao used to live in Meng Mu, and chose a neighbor. At Mencius sloth, She cut th' cloth.
paper boat (for mother) Bing Xin I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper, but always keep it-keep it, fold it into a small boat and throw it into the sea. Some were swept into the window in the boat by the wind. Some were wet by the waves and stained on the bow. I still don't lose heart and stack them every day. I always hope that one can only flow where I want him to go. Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wan Shui Qian Shan, please ask it to carry her love and sorrow home.
a wanderer sings to Meng Jiao
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, won the third spring festival.
Meng Jiao, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, lost his father very early and lived alone with his mother. He studied hard since childhood and took many imperial examinations, but he failed many times. Only in his forties did he become a scholar and become a county official. This poem was written when Meng Jiao became a county magistrate, recalling the past and thinking a lot.
maternal love (poem)
article source: "Holy maternal love"
maternal love, not picky about children's looks
maternal love, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter
maternal love, lofty and great
maternal love, unlimited loyalty
whether you are peaceful or restless
whether you fail or succeed
maternal love. The life that accompany you
is her, and the dragon and phoenix that set free from the world
is her. Changhong, who set up the sky
doesn't know maternal love
you lose the true meaning of life
forgets maternal love
a high official is generous and generous, and her blood is cold and her body is empty
A mother falls into poverty
How can one side mourn for peace?
use our hands to touch the bright colors
use love to scale the all-round prosperity
caring for your mother is also the sublimation and purification of you and me
try to dry your tears for your mother * * * and enjoy the splendor! 6. Poems about maternal love
The poems about maternal love are as follows:
1. Meng Jiao's "Wandering Sons" in the Tang Dynasty
the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother and 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. Who dare say that the children like the weak filial piety, can repay the love of the mother like spring SUNSHINE IN SPRING?
Translation:
The kind mother is holding a needle and thread in her hand to make new clothes for the children who are going to travel far away. Before he left, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who says that a weak filial piety like grass can repay the kindness of a loving mother like Chunhui Puze?
Creation background:
The Ode to a Wandering Son was written by Meng Jiao in Liyang. The author was homeless in his early years, and he didn't get a Liyang county captain until he was 5 years old. After years of wandering, he took his mother to live. The poet, who has experienced the cold world, feels more precious about his family, so he wrote this touching poem in praise of his mother.
2. The First Picture of Mo Xuan written by Wang Mian in the Yuan Dynasty
Colorful day lilies, Luosheng North Hall. The south wind blows its heart, and who does it throw up for? A loving mother leans on the door, but a wanderer walks hard.
if you are willing to ask questions, you will be reluctant. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to the birds.
Translation:
A bright day lily flower was born under the North Hall. The south wind blows the day lilies, swaying for whom to reveal the fragrance? A kind mother leans against the door and looks forward to her children. It is so bitter for a wanderer to travel far away! The support for parents is estranged every day, and the news of children can't reach every day. Looking up at a cloud forest, I was ashamed to hear the cry of the hui bird and miss it so far.
Wang Mian
Wang Mian, a poet, writer, calligrapher and painter in Yuan Dynasty, was born in Zhuji, Zhejiang Province. Born in a farmhouse. He lost his father when he was young, herded cattle in the Qin family, painted lotus flowers every day, and studied under the ever-burning lamp of the temple at night. He was knowledgeable, poetic and green. Living in seclusion in Jiulishan, selling paintings for a living. Plum painting uses rouge as plum blossom bone, or the flowers are dense and numerous, which has a unique style and is also good at writing bamboo and stone. He can also engrave, and use Elaeagnus as printing material. According to legend, he started it. He is the author of Zhu Zhai Ji and Memetu Inscription Poems. 7. Poems about maternal love
1. Arriving home at the end of the year
Jiang Shiquan loves his son endlessly, and he is happy to be home.
A cold coat has a dense needle and thread, but a letter from home has a new ink mark.
I feel pity and thin when I meet you, and I ask you questions.
I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
2.
Wang Wengui
In Autumn, I put on the thread of loving my mother diligently, and I cherish my old friend's book.
The white clouds and mangroves can be moved, and the mountains and valleys are like build house.
3. The Book of Songs Xiaoya Guo E
I am a Guo Guo, and I am a bandit. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.