A famous poem about mother.

1. Poems and famous sayings about mothers:

1, my love for my son is endless, and I am very happy to be home. -Jiang Shiquan

Interpretation: There is no end to loving a son, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time.

2, a loving mother leans on the door, and a wanderer is difficult to do. -Wang Mian

Interpretation: A kind mother leans against the door, expecting her children. It is difficult for a vagrant to travel far away.

3, in case of pity, self-seeking. -Jiang Shiquan

Interpretation: Seeing that her son lost weight, my mother felt distressed and called me to ask about the difficulty of the journey.

After thirty days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. -Bai Juyi

After thirty days of hard work, I lost my mother swallow and fattened Xiaoyan.

5, but the inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it is reported to be three spring rays. -Meng Jiao

Who says that being weak and filial as grass can repay the kindness of Chunhui Puze's loving mother?

Famous words about mother:

1. There is a deep, true and inexhaustible love between children and mothers. This kind of love is the eternal spiritual pillar of children and mothers and the real value of our national survival. -Hao Bing

No matter what I am now, no matter what I hope to be in the future, I owe it to my angel mother. I remember my mother's prayer, which accompanied me all my life. Abraham lincoln

3. Maternal love is great, and great maternal love is calmly reflected through the little things in life; Motherly love is selfless, and selfless maternal love is because the mother has dedicated everything to her children; Maternal love is sincere, and sincere maternal love is naturally revealed in the mother's exhortation, nagging and concern. Aijun

Mom, if you see a 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, ask him to take her love and sorrow home. -Bing Xin

2. What are the ancient poems about mothers? The ancient poems about mother are as follows:

1.

A mother failed to teach, and three yuan was sent to the kettle.

Shao Yunyun vulgar stop Yao color, Luan River low flying brush treasure furnace.

Si Kongtu (837~908) was born in Yongji, Shanxi Province. Poets and poetics in late tang dynasty. The word represents holiness, and you know from the name that it is not a son, but also an anti-insulting layman. Tang Yizong Xian Tong 10 (869) senior high school entrance examination, promoted to the top. During the reign of Zong Yi, he was called the temple adviser.

Four years later (904), Zhu Quanzhong was made the minister of rites, and Si Kongtu was released pretending to be an old man. In the second year of Kaiping in Hou Liang (908), Tang Aidi was killed and died of hunger strike at the age of 72. Si Kongtu's achievement mainly lies in his poetics, and Twenty-four Poems are immortal. The Whole Tang Poetry contains three volumes of poems.

2. Send Mother Home by Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty

I was trapped in prison when I parked the car.

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, so it is difficult to stop!

Motherly love has nothing to report, what can life expect!

Li Shangyin, a native of Yuxi, xi, was a famous poet Fan Nansheng in the Tang Dynasty. His ancestral home is Qinyang, Hanoi (now Jiaozuo, Henan) and Xingyang, Zhengzhou. He is good at poetry writing, and his parallel prose also has high literary value. He is one of the most outstanding poets in the late Tang Dynasty. Together with Du Mu, it is called "Xiao", and together with Wen, it is called "Wen Li". Because his poems and essays are similar to the paragraphs and essays of the same period, all three of them rank sixteenth in the family, so they are also called "Thirty-six Style".

His poems are novel in conception and beautiful in style, especially some love poems and untitled poems are touching, beautiful and moving, and are widely read. However, some poems are too obscure to be solved, and there is even a saying that "poets always love Quincy and hate that no one writes about Jian Zheng". Caught in the struggle between Niu and Li, I was frustrated all my life. After his death, he was buried in his hometown of Qinyang (now the junction of Qinyang and Aibo County in Jiaozuo City, Henan Province). His works are included in Li Yishan's poems.

3. A famous saying or poem about mother's wandering.

Meng Jiao

The midline of the loving mother's hand,

You get dressed.

Close and close the seam,

I'm afraid I will be late.

Who is careless,

Be rewarded with three rays of spring.

Motto describing maternal love

1 Gonchard's famous saying: Motherly love never dries up. This shows that maternal love is very great and will always be with us.

Lao She said: Losing a loving mother is like putting a flower in a bottle. Although there is still color and fragrance, it has lost its roots. I think this sentence shows that loving mother is as important to a person as roots are to flowers.

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

Motherly love is a huge flame. (romain rolland)

There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the mother's call. (Dante)

A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child not be sweet when sleeping in it? (Hugo)

The sweetest word a person's lips can utter is mom, and the most beautiful call is "mom". (Ji Bolun)

Motherly love is the greatest power in the world. (Mill)

When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is a partner in failure. (Zheng Zhenduo)

10 maternal love is so strong, selfish and fanatical that it occupies the feelings of our whole soul. (Duncan)

How similar mothers all over the world are! 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 mothers. (Gorky)

13 One of the most beautiful things in life is maternal love, which is selfless love and dwarfs morality. (Japan)

14 Mom, wherever you are, there is the happiest place (UK)

Motherly love is the greatest power in the world (Mill)

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

In memory of 17' s mother! Dearest lover, you are all my happiness and friendship. (France)

18 how strong, selfish and fanatical maternal love is that it occupies our whole mind (Duncan)

19 In the child's mouth and heart, the mother is God. (UK)

Maternal love is the most beautiful of human emotions, because it is not mixed with luck (France)

2 1 Women are fragile, but mothers are strong (France)

Without the help of selfless maternal love, the child's mind will be a desert. (UK)

Paper boat (for mom) Bing Xin I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper. I always keep it-keep it, fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea. Some were blown into the ship's window by the wind. Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow. I still don't give up and fold every day. I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go. Mom, if you see a 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. Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home.

4. What are the famous sentences praising mother? These two poems are Bing Xin's poems: ① Lotus leaves. Mom, mom, you are a lotus leaf, I am a red lotus, and the raindrops in my heart are coming. Except you, who is the shade under my sky? (2) Paper Boat-Send Mother I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper. I always keep it, fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea.

Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I am still not discouraged, and I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.

Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please ask him to come back with her love and sadness! 1) Your greatness condenses my flesh and blood, and your greatness shapes my soul. Your life is a journey of love. You weave a calendar with beautiful rings that smell of ink. I spend every year in your love, playing on your shoulders and knees. (2) You are a big tree. Spring depends on you. Fantasy depends on you. Summer depends on you to prosper. Autumn depends on your maturity. Winter depends on you to meditate on your tall and broad crown ~ Mother, you gave me life, and you are the land where I grew up. (3) M.:5 You are my comfort when I am sad, my hope when I am depressed, my strength when I am weak, your shelter from the wind and rain in your small bay, broadening my horizons, and your life motivation as my best friend forever. (4) You bend over, guarding you with love and care, revealing your bright heart, your energetic smile and strengthening your boiling blood. 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, let me snuggle up in your arms, let me stay in your arms, let me stay in your arms, let me stay in your arms, let me stay in your arms. The root of growth I am the solo dance of my mother's ideal fruit thought. If my mother is rain, then I am a rainbow after the rain. If my mother is the moon, then I am the star holding the moon. My mother is the root of my growth. I am my mother's ideal fruit. My mother happened to pass by when the rainy season came. I gave my mother half of my umbrella to protect my child from the wind and rain, and my mother pushed it to me. Ah, the child under the umbrella, the mother outside the umbrella. Rain is no longer rain, but a tear of happiness that God sent to the world. A day is like walking on a stormy road, with my mother at the front. Let some umbrellas for the children to shelter from the wind and rain be given to the mother, and the mother will push them to me. The children are under the umbrella and the mother is outside the umbrella. Rain is no longer rain, but a happy tear that God sent to the world, dear mother. I love you. I will always be your child. I will always need the touch of your palm. Dear mother, I love you as a stream loves a mountain. I hug you warmly and cherish the warmth of spring. I am a wild goose flying south, eager to be as fresh as cream. I love you, my dear mother. I love you, the smell of mountains, the air and water in youth. You carefully designed every second of my life for me. Every minute on many bright red days, I wrote poems on your wrinkled forehead with my flowing poems and enthusiasm, picked off a bunch of the brightest roses, and pinned all my dear words on my mother. My mother said I was stupid. Roses are flowers that symbolize love. No, they are also flowers that children want to give to my mother. Unfortunately, I haven't listened to my mother's childhood jokes for a long time, and I fell asleep before listening. My mother said, silly child, what a mother has to say to her child will never be finished. So, give her another song * * * 1. The life of a mother in a storm is like walking on a road with frequent storms, and her mother is at the forefront. Let her mother take some umbrellas to protect the children from the wind and rain, and her mother will push them to me. Ah, the child under the umbrella, the mother outside the umbrella, the rain is no longer rain, but a drop of happy tears that God gave to the world. 2. Mother. And people will never leave, just as we will never forget our ancestors and mothers. Mother is the quilt on our body, and we will feel cold without her. Mother is the salt in the dish, and life would be dull without her. Mother must have her pain. Those lingering pains often hang on her face and are intertwined with the smile of looking at the child. 3. A great mother's love will pick a bunch of the brightest roses and put all the dear words in front of her mother. Mom said I was stupid. Roses are flowers that symbolize love. No, they are also flowers that my children want to give to my mother. Unfortunately, I haven't heard my mother tell jokes about my childhood for a long time. I fell asleep after listening to those paragraphs. My mother said, silly child, my mother never finished what she wanted to say to her child. Even if she slept in the grave, you would always be my concern for the thread in the hands of Wanderer, Tang Yuefu, Meng Jiao and loving mother.

I'm afraid I'll be late for *2 *3. Who said an inch of grass *4 hearts *5, reported three Chunhui *6! Note: * 1. Wanderer: A person who travels far away.

Yin said. Go it alone *2, pro: will *3, fear: worry.

*4, inch grass: grass, metaphor for children. *5, inch grass heart: the child's heart.

*6, Sanchunhui: refers to the kindness of loving mothers. Sanchun: Spring lasts for three months.

Formerly known as Meng Chun in the first month of the lunar calendar, mid-spring in February and Ji Chun in March; Hui, sunshine; Describe maternal love as the warm sunshine in spring. *6, return: come back, go home.

The kind mother is holding a needle and thread in her hand, making new clothes for the children who travel far away. Before leaving, she was busy with sewing, fearing that the child would come back late.

Who can say that a son's grass-like filial piety can repay the kindness of a loving mother like Chunhui! About the author: Meng Jiao (75 1 -8 14), born in Wu Kang, Huzhou (now Deqing, Zhejiang) in the Tang Dynasty, is a Han nationality. There are more than 500 existing poems, among which the short five-character ancient poems are the most, and there is no rhyme.

His masterpiece is Wandering Sons. His ancestral home is Pingchang (now northeast of Linyi, Shandong).

He lives in Luoyang (now Henan). When his father Ting Jun was a lieutenant in Kunshan County, he was born in the suburbs.

Meng Jiao lived in poverty in his early years and traveled to Hubei, Hunan and Guangxi. When Zhang Jianfeng was guarding Zhenyuan Xuzhou, the suburbs went to pay homage.

At the age of 46 (45), he began to enter the Jinshi, and there is a poem "After the Senior High School Entrance Examination": "There was no limit to boasting in the past, but now there is no limit to debauchery; Spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see Chang 'an flowers all in one day. " .

Then return to the east and go to Bianzhou (now Kaifeng, Henan) and Yuezhou (.

5. Motherly love poems

Bing Xin's Paper Boat

I never throw away a piece of paper,

Save it forever.-save it.

Fold into a boat,

Throw it into the sea from the boat.

Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,

Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.

I still don't give up and fold every day.

I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.

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

Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.

This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.

Wan Shui Qian Shan, please carry her love.

And sadness.

Eternal mother

When I first opened my newborn eyes.

The first thing I saw was the incomparable holiness of my mother.

Love eyes and tears of joy-

Staring at you without blinking an eye.

Your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively

But I can't express my feelings, just dancing around.

I am so anxious that you can't help crying loudly.

After many days and nights of cultivation

Sit up straight at last, your little body.

After adjusting EQ and IQ

Never wait, shout out life.

The most precious first sound-mom

This is the most touching original moral.

No matter how many languages there are in the world.

Only this cry is absolutely the same.

No music, no poetry.

It can be more touching than this.

A traveler's song

The mountains are unwilling to send away the sunset.

Affectionate sailors are unwilling to sail.

Hope is calling.

The outside world is my paradise,

A free heart is flying.

Mom, do you care about me?

Mother looked at me uneasily.

Mom, do you want my life to be more exciting?

Mother looked at me with relief.

Listen to the train, the flute ...

Holding hands tightly through the window.

6.' Poems about Mother 1' Xi Ruoyun's famous words don't hurt my heart, my child. I'll forgive you for any stinging. When the woman finished speaking, she found that her mother had said the same thing to her. The wind is low and the clouds are low, and the trees are shaking all over the mountain. Who can know what kind of stabbing pain and infinite desolation are separated by looking back? Ship 2,-Send Bing Xin's mother. I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper. I always keep it-keep it, fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea.

Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I am still not discouraged, and I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.

Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wan Shui Qian Shan, ask him to take her love and sorrow home. When the rainy season came, my mother had just passed. I gave my mother half an umbrella to protect the child from the wind and rain, and my mother pushed it to me. Ah, the child under the umbrella, the mother outside the umbrella. Rain is no longer rain, but a happy and tearful day given by God to the world, just like walking on a road with frequent storms. Mother is at the forefront. Let some umbrellas for children to shelter from the wind and rain be given to mother, and mother will push them to me. Ah, the child under the umbrella, the mother outside the umbrella. Rain is no longer rain, but a tear of happiness that God sent to the world. Dear mom, I love you. I will always be your child. I will always need the touch of your palm. Dear mother, I love you as deeply as a stream loves a mountain. I hug you warmly and cherish the warmth of spring selflessly. I am a wild goose flying south, with creamy tenderness. I love you, my dear mother. I love you, the smell of mountains, air and water. In my youth, you carefully designed every second of my life for me. Every minute on many bright red days, I wrote poems on your wrinkled forehead with my flowing poems and enthusiasm, picked off a bunch of the brightest roses, and pinned all my dear words on my mother. My mother said I was stupid. Roses are flowers that symbolize love. No, they are also flowers that children want to give to my mother. Unfortunately, I haven't listened to my mother's childhood jokes for a long time, and I fell asleep before listening. My mother said, silly child, what my mother wants to say to her child has never been finished. So give them a song * * * 1 A mother on a stormy day is like walking on a stormy road, and her mother is at the forefront. Let some umbrellas shelter the mother from the wind and rain for the children, and they pushed them to me. Ah, the child under the umbrella, the mother outside the umbrella, the rain is no longer rain, but a drop of happy tears that God gave to the world.

7. Praise the mother's famous words or poems 1, the thread in the loving mother's hand, and make clothes for the wayward child's body. Leave secretly

Sewing, afraid that the delay will make him come home late. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? Meng Jiao.

I owe everything I have and everything I can have to my God.

Be a mother. 1 1 Lincoln

Motherly love is the greatest power in the world. Yi Imil

A good mother is worth a hundred teachers. George herbert.

My mother is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

I owe everything to my mother. All my achievements in this life are due to the moral, intellectual and physical education I got from her. 1 1 George Washington

6. A loving mother's arm is made of love, and the child sleeps in it.

How can it be that the heart is not sweet? A Hugo

7. When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother

Honey, she's a failed partner. Zheng Zhenduo.

8. I am lucky to have a mother who loves me. Beethoven.

9. When my mother died, I was heartbroken and almost wanted to.

Collapsed, I hardly know how to live. Heath (former British Prime Minister)

10, my mother loves me so much that I want to use me.

Try to prove that this kind of love is worthwhile. Xia Jiaer (master painter)

1 1. No matter what fame, status, happiness and honor in the world, it can't compare with being with my mother, even if she doesn't know a word, even if she eats red cakes all day. Ji Xianlin.

12, maternal love is a lost beacon, guiding the way forward.

Arrive; Motherly love is the sunshine in winter, which warms children's hearts; Motherly love is a conscientious guardian, guarding young life; Motherly love is the drizzle in spring, nourishing the dry taxi ground; Maternal love is golden in autumn, showing the joy of harvest.

13, my first teacher is my mother. Yi yi Mao dun

14, a loving mother loves her son, not in return. Liu An.

15, how intense, selfish and fanatical maternal love is.

The feelings of our whole hearts. Duncan

16. What I get from my mother is happiness and storytelling.

The happiness of things. Goethe

17, maternal love is the mountain spring in Ming Che, clean and clear. she

Pure but not tied, true and innocent, sincere and flawless, she can wash away all filth.

18, everything else in the world is fake, empty and unique.

Mother is real, eternal and immortal.

19, mom in memory! Beloved lover,

You are all my happiness. ...

For reference.

8. Praise the mother's ancient poem 1, "Wandering Sons".

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,

Afraid that the delay would make him come home late. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

2, "Don't be an old mother" Huang Qing Zhongze

The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.

This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.

3. Wang Anshi of Song Dynasty in the Tenth Five-Year Plan

Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.

4. "Arriving home at the end of the year" Qingjiang Shiquan

I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.

If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.

5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Bai Juyi

Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying.

General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.

Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan.

New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.

It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home.

At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.

With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated.

It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.

It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind.

Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.

I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you.

6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen

A loving mother loves her young, and Zhao is the Crown Prince.

The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle.

If there is no six-foot lonely soul under the knee, a Zhao may not be born.

At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks more than four drums.

A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout?

What's more, Han Wangjin stabbed a silver axe in front of the bed, which was a disaster.

7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan noodles

Brilliant day lily flowers, Luosheng North Hall.

The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit?

A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.

May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful.

Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.

8. "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu

Who is not crazy, who is not crazy, who will go to the palace to call the Taoist priest?

The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn.

Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city.

Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang.

It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position.

Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood.

Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty?

Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end.

It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies.

Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts?

9, "Short Songs" Tang

When a person is born, he rises at dawn. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill.

Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better.

There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today.

People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.

Short songs, no music.

10, Tang's answer to the elderly in Daibei House

The old man with a negative salary went to Zhou Bei. He looked at Wang Bei's hometown.

He said that the old man had three sons, all of whom had died in Huangsha.

Now that the child has just grown up, he will confess next year.

Knowing this, we will fall apart and cannot live and die together.

Borrow a farm house from Wu next door, and then go to the countryside alone.

It's even harder to have more children.

Recently, it is said that the Emperor advocates martial arts and vegetables, and Qiang Bing wants to be quiet.

Ensuring border security is a long-term policy, so there is no need to expel China people.

1 1, "night shift" Tang

The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.

Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.