1. 15 colorful clothes, before trying to be a loving mother.
From Meng Haoran's Send Zhang Shen to Mingjing and Jingzhou in Tang Dynasty. Colored clothes: the same as "choosing clothes". Effort: refers to serving parents. Fifteen years old is looking for the age to wear clothes, live with my mother, serve around in front of my mother and enjoy family happiness.
My parents thought so at that time, but today I should know.
From the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi's Yan Shi Showing Liu Zuo. Appreciating the content of this poem, we should be able to deeply appreciate the kindness of our parents through Shuang Yan's hard work in raising young Yan.
When I came, my parents knew that I was born separately, and I was dressed like a dead man.
When I went out, my mother made me some more clothes, as if afraid that I would have to go back in case there were no clean clothes to bury on the road. Before going out, my parents knew that it would be a vast sea and it would be difficult to get together again in this life. When I left home, my mother made me some new clothes, as if I was afraid I would never come back. In case I die on the road, there will be no clean clothes to bury.
4. Mothers are different from children, and children are also different from mothers. It is bitter to cry without light during the day.
From Bai Juyi's Mother Biezi in Tang Dynasty. Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. The sunshine in the daytime seems to have lost its luster because of sadness, and the crying is infinitely miserable.
5. Bow down to the mother river beam and weep in vain.
My Old Mother by Huang Jingren in Qing Dynasty. Because I had to go to He Liang to make a living, I opened the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying and my tears dried up.
6. The sunshine on the top of the mountain is dim, and few birds stay alone at dusk. The forest was empty, but Ding Ning told me to go home early.
This poem is very sad and touching. The poet's mother died. At dusk, he stood in front of his mother's grave with tears in his eyes.
7. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
From the Tang Dynasty Li He's Spring Square Orthography Sword Song. This poem describes the ordinary scene of loving mother sewing clothes at this time, but it shows the poet's deep feelings. Deep maternal love bathes children all the time. However, for Meng Jiao, a wanderer who has been displaced all the year round, the most unforgettable moment is the painful moment of separation between mother and child. Eight poems about maternal love, endless affection!
Mother's love for our children is selfless and great. It is immersed in life and permeates between heaven and earth. We give it the same brilliance and connotation as the sun. There is no thrilling epic, and there is no reversal. Motherly love is like a quiet and deep song, which turns melodious and sings softly. Tang Mengjiao, the thread in the hands of a loving mother, makes clothes for her wayward son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? Mother's face, with a kind smile, the needle and thread in her hand became our clothes in her skilled hands. Before I left, the sewing was so calm, but I was worried about my children. Who can say that our filial piety is like an inch of grass, and we can repay our mother's warmth in spring? In the Tenth Five-Year Plan, Wang Anshi put his mother in the ditch and left his home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South. It's a full moon again. Wanderers in the distance, have you heard the voice of your mother calling and whispering seriously? On a crisp autumn night, the moon is round and bright, and the cuckoo's song evokes the mother's feelings and thoughts for her distant children. Even though the north and the south are thousands of miles apart, the real concern is always in the mother's heart. Just like we are far away from home now, whether we are struggling or studying, we should call our hard-working mother at home to say that we are safe. "Thinking of Mother" Tang, tears spilled on her skirt, leaving her bald head without relying on Chai Fei. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock. In poetry, ordinary and simple words are used to describe the details of life. Although Gong is a monk, he still helps his mother from time to time. Now even my mother is gone, and my heart is full of thoughts. The filial piety in the poem is touching and regrettable. "In Memory of Mother" Ni Ruilong's river is too wide to sail, and I wonder if it is near. When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more! The river is too wide, even if I want to come to see you by boat, I can't go. I don't know how you are recently. I always secretly cry when I miss my mother. I can't help thinking that when my mother misses me, I shed more tears than I do! The feeling of missing is the same. No matter where we are, whenever we miss our mother, she must be thinking of us secretly. "Crying at Midnight" Tang Baiju lost his mother easily, and he was dumb and spit it out. Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old. Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved. If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart. A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad. What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness. Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died. What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird. The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied. Ciwu lost her mother, and she cried bitterly all night. From morning till night, from spring to winter, I refuse to leave all the year round. In the middle of the night, crying made even pedestrians cry. That sad voice seems to tell you that you have not repaid your filial piety. What makes you so sad? It must be your mother's, which makes your heart ache. As children, how many days and nights can we really accompany our parents and try our best to be filial to them? General Yue Fei once said: Don't be idle, it's sad that the young man's head is gone. As children, we can also say: Don't be idle, be nice to your mother and be sad. "In the west, I left my mother's grave." Tang Chen climbed to the top of the mountain to cover the mountain, and the sun was dim. At dusk, few birds stay alone. The forest was empty, but Ding Ning told me to go home early. The oblique shadow of the setting sun falls on Gaogai Mountain, and birds and animals are scarce in the long dusk. I sat alone in front of my mother's grave, and when I spilled wine, tears could not stop flowing down. After my mother left, I was afraid that I would never hear the voice urging me to go home early again. It has always been a pain in many people's hearts that children want to raise rather than kiss. "Send Mother Home" Don Li Shangyin stopped to look around and set me up as a Chu prisoner. Feeling from this, sadness and tears stuck in the throat. Fang's mother is seriously ill and wants to be a famous doctor. The bus is very urgent today, but it is difficult to stop. Motherly love has nothing to report, what can life expect! When I parked my car on the side of the road, I looked around and felt like a prisoner of Chu. The sadness in my heart suddenly rises, and the sad tears are like tears in my throat. As soon as my mother was seriously ill, I sent her to a famous doctor for treatment. Just when I picked up my mother, I thought God would take her away from me without leaving a trace of affection! I have no chance to repay my mother's kindness in my life, so what else can I pursue in my life? How deep is the mother's love? My son wants to repay his filial piety, but he can't. "Will return to the old mountain and stay in Meng Jiao" Tang Baorong's choice of wood has no edge, and his fishing method is skillful. How to bite off more than one can chew? The former never gets tired of farming and never leaves his relatives for a day. I am thousands of miles away, and I am absent-minded. You are kind to your mother, but you only imagine one person. Silkworm and mulberry can grow, and clothes are always new. Spit a foot of silk at a meal, who sees this hospitality. Don't go back to farming, set the wheel on fire. I want to cut wood, but I don't have a sharp knife and axe. I want to catch fish and shrimp. I don't have fishing nets and fishing gear. How can I bite off more than I can chew and ask for it? I didn't hate the days of ploughing, but I can live a warm life beside my mother every day. Now I am thousands of miles away from home, but I still miss my mother at home. My mother is kind to me, and I hope she can be safe and healthy. Who can be so unrequited as my mother? I'd better go home and plow the fields to repay my mother's kindness to me. It is life that forces us to leave our parents and embark on the road of independence. Unlike Bao Rong, although we can't stay with our mother all the time, we can still pass on our love to our mothers at home and thank them for their dedication and love. 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