Eight verses about mother

1. Poems about mother (ten sentences) Poems praising mother:

A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return. Liu An [Korea]

In October, the baby is heavy and the reward is light. Song of exhorting filial piety

One-foot-three baby, ten years and eight years' work. Song of exhorting filial piety

The mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet. Song of exhorting filial piety

The mother's bitter son has not seen it yet, and the child's mother is uneasy. Song of exhorting filial piety

My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. Song of exhorting filial piety

With a loving mother, the prodigal son does not feel cold. Song of exhorting filial piety

I didn't know my parents when I loved them. Children's language

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

When the mother instrument hangs down, it is bright and the night platform is silent. Motto collection

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance 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? [Tang] Meng Jiao

Yesterday, Meng Mu chose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. Three Character Classic

Mother, the first relative in the world; Motherly love is the first love in the world. Strict words

The only unpolluted love in the world is maternal love. Strict words

When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is the partner of failure. zheng zhenduo

Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. The Book of Songs

What's wrong with having no father? What's wrong with not having a mother? The Book of Songs

A father's virtue is a son's legacy. Strict words

Parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. Motto couplets

Don't be happy with children, and don't sigh without children. Han Yu

Everyone knows that it is good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women will make people old. Wang Jian

All parents in the world; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi

Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. Motto Lian Bi

My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nursed me, cared for me and answered me. The Book of Songs

Father is not kind, son is not filial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy. Yan Zhitui [Southern and Northern Dynasties]

There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, no strict teachers and friends outside, and few people can succeed. [Song] Lv Gongzhu

Parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents. Motto Lian Bi

In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over. Fei Xiaotong

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! Send mom home.

Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother. At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. Bai Juyi's "Selected Poems of Yan"

The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. Han Yu's Whose Son is Selected

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. Wang Anshi's Tenth Five-Year Plan

I went to worship the mother river beam, and I was worried about my tears. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"

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. Jiang Shiquan's Home at the End of the Year

First frost, Lu Hua, tears wet her skirt, bald and helpless. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock. Yu Gong's Missing Mother

The river is too wide to sail, so I don't know if it is safe. When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more! Ni Ruizhen's Mother Memory

2. Eight motherly poems: A wanderer sings a charming song.

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance 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?

Don't be so clear, Huang 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.

Wang Anshi in the fifteenth year of Song Dynasty

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.

At the end of the year, I arrived at Jiangshiquan.

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.

Bai Juyi, the mother of the Tang Dynasty

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.

The loving mother loves 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.

Xuan Mo tu Wang Yuan noodles

Brilliant day lily flowers, Luosheng North Hall. The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? The loving mother leaned against the door,

A vagrant traveled with difficulty. May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.

Whose son is 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?

He answered Zhang Qian in Tang Dynasty on behalf of Zhou Bei.

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.

Don works at night.

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.

3. Seven-character verse praises mother 1, "Going home at the end of the year" In the Qing Dynasty, Jiang Shiquan loved his son endlessly and was happy to return to his hometown.

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. A mother's love for her children is endless. How happy my mother is to go home during the Spring Festival! She is sewing a cotton-padded coat for me, and the needle and thread are tight. The letter I sent home has just arrived, and the ink is still wet.

As soon as I met my mother, she said affectionately that I had lost weight and repeatedly asked me if I was suffering outside. I bowed my head in shame and dared not tell her about my wandering. Other types of poems praising mothers are extensions.

65438+ A miserable snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.

Open the curtain, because I want to go to He Liang to make a living, so I reluctantly bid farewell to my elderly mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying, and my tears dried up. What's the use of adopting a son if you can't be filial to your mother on this snowy night and drive away this miserable and divided Chai Men? I still don't want it.

2, "Simu" Song Dynasty shed tears and wet clothes, and the bald head did not rely on Chai Fei. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.

Seeing the autumn frost blowing reeds all over the sky, I shed sad tears; My old white-haired mother will never come to Chai Men to look forward to me again. In May last year, during the Huangmei season, the home was cut off, and the white-haired old lady leaned against the door, looking forward to her son's return. As a monk, I have nothing to lose, so I have to pawn the cassock and take rice home to support my mother.

3. In the Tang Dynasty, Ode to a Wanderer, a thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother, made clothes for the body of her wayward son Meng Jiao. 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? A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand.

Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze? 4. The Book of Songs Kaifeng was anonymous before Qin Dynasty. Kaifeng comes from the south, blowing your heart.

I want to die, and my mother has a reward. The wind blows from the south, and the wind blows from the other side.

God, I have no family. Did you catch a cold? Under Xun.

With seven children, my mother is very hard. The yellow bird, with its voice.

There are seven children, don't comfort your mother. The fluttering breeze is blowing from the south, blowing the heart of jujube trees.

The tree heart is still too delicate, and my mother is really hard. The wind fluttered, and the wind blew from the south, blowing the dense branches of Zizyphus jujuba.

Mother's understanding is virtuous, and I can only repay it if I can't do it. Cold spring, cold spring and cold spring, the source is there.

Even with seven sons, mother is still working hard. The little yellow bird is singing, and its voice is melodious and beautiful.

Even with seven sons, it can't comfort the mother's heart.

4. Modern poems about maternal love should be compared, 8 sentences 1.

How many nights?

Get up and tuck us in.

How many times have you been sick?

You hold me in your arms and feel anxious and sad.

How many test errors

Please be patient and explain the wrong question to me.

How many times have you lost confidence?

You always encouraged me.

How many times?

You always put good food in my bowl.

Who cares so much about us?

Oh!

So it's you-kind mother.

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leave

Late autumn leaves

Leave the trees that raised them,

The leaves have not forgotten the nutrition of the tree.

The tree reluctantly released its leaves,

The leaves drifted far away in the wind.

Ripe fruit

Into the embrace of the earth,

If you don't forget the cultivation of vines,

Branches and vines gently loosen their hands,

Let the fruit roll into the distance.

People who have grown up have left home to join the social tide.

The mother was worried when the child traveled thousands of miles.

But adults will remember their mother's love.

The mother sent her son away in tears,

The children are swinging in the wind and waves.

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Parting night

Why do flowers fall,

Why don't birds sing,

Why is the night in late autumn so quiet? ...

Mother's needle is so busy,

The needle in mom's hand is very hot.

I'm too busy to know what to do.

It's too hot, and my heart is colder.

The needle sewed my clothes very smoothly,

But my heart is already rippling.

……

How time flies,

Time passed slowly,

Flowers and birds and night children are doing silent accompaniment. ...

Mother's luggage is all packed and packed.

Heavy, heavy on my mind.

But mom doesn't know,

No matter how many things are packed, there is one thing that you can't take away.

A wandering heart.

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Parting night

The clock ticks affectionately.

I shed tears when I think of you.

The door of memory burst in an instant.

When I was a child, I was naughty and disobedient.

Seeing you crying angrily,

I was the one who panicked.

But just stand and don't talk.

Birthday, growth,

I saw your silver hair through the candle,

Tears and candles shed together.

I want to get married again before I can repay you.

Seeing your eyes full of tears,

But I don't know what to say.

I've always wanted to tell you the truth.

Actually, I don't want to leave home.

(I wonder if I can help you)

5. 10 Poem about Mother-Meng Jiao (Tang Dynasty)

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance 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?

Send mom back to her hometown

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!

Bielaomu

To worship the mother river beam,

Worry, watch.

On the tragic snowstorm night in Chai Men,

It is better to have children than nothing at this time.

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It's been three years since we broke up,

Loneliness is another autumn.

The geese fly over the willow trees in front of the courtyard.

The mother was worried when the child traveled thousands of miles.

Tears spilled in Kyushu.

The scenery in Kyushu remains the same.

I just can't get it back.

Parting is always painful,

Tonight the moon is like a hook,

When will this hatred stop?

My Book by Wang Mian.

The wind is getting better today,

Hemerocallis in front of the hall.

Holding a cup is mother's birthday,

I like nothing.

6. Poems describing maternal love, may youth stay forever and be beautiful. When the rainy season came, my mother just passed by. Give my mother half of the umbrella for the children, and my mother will give it to me. Rain is no longer rain, but a happy and tearful day given by God to the world, just like walking on a stormy road with my mother at the front. Let my mother have some umbrellas to protect my children from the wind and rain, and my 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. I am a wild goose flying south, with creamy tenderness. I love you, my dear mother. The smell of mountains, the air and moisture in youth, you carefully designed every second of my life for me. On many bright red days, you wrote poems on your wrinkled forehead with the poems and enthusiasm of my stream. My mother says I'm stupid, and roses are flowers that symbolize love. No, they are also flowers that my children want to give to my mother. I haven't heard the jokes my mother told me when I was a child for a long time. Unfortunately, I fell asleep after listening to those paragraphs. My mother said, silly child, what my mother wants to say to my child will never be finished. Thank you for your participation, so I will give you another song * * * Encouragement 1. My mother's stormy life is like walking on a stormy road, and my mother is at the front. I gave her some umbrellas to protect her children from the wind and rain, and my mother pushed them to me. Ah, the child under the umbrella. It was a tear of happiness that God sent to the world. 2. Mother, an industrious person's body can leave, but people will not leave, just as we will not forget our ancestors and our mother. Mother is a quilt on us, 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 pin all the dear words on her mother. My mother 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 without listening to them. My mother said, silly child, what my mother wants to say to the child will never end, that is, I will sleep in the grave. You are also my eternal concern. A Wanderer's Song of Dreams is a thread in the hands of a loving mother. She makes clothes for her wayward son. She sews them carefully and repairs them thoroughly, fearing that it will delay his coming home. However, How much love does an inch of grass have? It is reported that the maternal love of Sanchunhui/Yu Hui is great, and greatness comes from selflessness.

Maternal love is full of animal instinct, and maternal love is permeated with objective agreement. Motherly love is like a glass of water, colorless and tasteless.

A child is like a fish, never leaving water. So I often forget the taste of this water.

Maternal love is like a river, clear and long. Children are like grass by the river, growing sturdily under the nourishment of the river.

Look! The grass by the river is much greener than that by the river. Motherly love is like the sea, boundless.

Countless ships were towed to sea. That ship is a child.

Mothers let their children wander and play on themselves ... Motherly love is a gentle palm when they are young, caring for them when they grow up. Motherly love is a rough palm that caresses their faces and breaks their hearts. Now, maternal love is an invisible palm, covering the sky and protecting them.