Motherly love poetry and prose

1. Poetry and aphorism prose about maternal love, love a mother's son, not for repaying kindness.

[Han] Liu An was pregnant heavily in October, but the reward was light. Song of Persuading Filial Piety is a one-foot-three-inch treasure, which has been a work for ten years and eight years.

The mother of "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" said that the child lay dry and the mother fell asleep wet. "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. Before "Song of Persuading Filial Piety", the prodigal son is not cold.

Song of Persuading Filial Piety is full of love and hardship. Who knew my parents when they hurt me? "Children's Words Are Unbridled" The bald mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt sleeves were broken. [Tang] Han Yu's mother instrument hangs down, the tube is bright, and the night platform is silent.

A collection of proverbs, a thread in the hand of a loving mother, makes clothes for her wayward son's body. 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? Meng Jiao used to live in and chose a neighbor.

In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. The mother of Saint Amethyst, the first relative on earth; Motherly love is the first love in the world.

Strictly speaking, the only uncontaminated love in the world is maternal love. When Yan Yan succeeds, everyone is a friend.

But only mother-she is the partner of failure. Zheng Zhenduo lost his parents and gave birth to me.

The Book of Songs has neither father nor mother. The Book of Songs is the virtue of the father and the legacy of the son. Clear pronunciation and mellow voice, parents respected; Give children a good education.

Don't be happy to have a son, and don't sigh without one. [Tang] Han Yu people see that boys and girls are good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.

[Tang] Wang Jian's parents are both on earth; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi is the best parent in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world.

My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed, caressed, nursed, nurtured, cared and answered me. In the Book of Songs, the father is unkind and the son is unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy.

[Northern and Southern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui had no virtuous father and brother in his life, and no strict teacher and friend outside, but few people succeeded. [Song] Lv Gongzhu's parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; Parents' value is 323131335323631303231363533e59e7ad9431333236373136, and I am very close to them.

This motto is hung on the wall.

2. Poems, novels and essays describing maternal love 1. I love them. How can I get to know my parents? Children's language

The bald old mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt sleeves were broken. Han Yu

3. 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? [Tang] Meng Jiao

4. The baby is heavy in October, and the three students are rewarded lightly. 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

6. The mother is bitter and the mother is uneasy. Song of exhorting filial piety

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

8. 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

9. The prodigal son respects his loving mother and doesn't feel cold. Song of exhorting filial piety

10. When the mother instrument hangs down, the pipe will be bright and the Wusu Night Station will be silent. Motto collection

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

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

13. What's the point without mom and dad? The Book of Songs

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

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

There is a kind of love, great and ordinary, such as moistening things in the spring rain and being silent, such as the breeze on your face; There is a feeling, selfless and broad, lasting and profound friendship. This is maternal love, always selfless, without asking for anything in return.

In the temple of many people's memory, mother has always been your most loyal backing, and every step of growth has grown up in her loving eyes; Every success is spent in mother's gratified smile.

When I was a child, a movie "Mom loves me again" made many people cry. How many people's voices have been sung in a song "Only a mother is good in the world".

Motherly love is a silent song, which always rings gently in an afternoon, a dusk and a dark night. Motherly love is a faint picture, always when you are most frustrated and in need of help, in strange streets, strange stations and foreign hotels. A flash passed before my eyes. ...

When I was a child, my mother's skirt was full of tears, and her hands were clenched when she learned to walk. Mother's rings record the trajectory of your life; Mother's four seasons are concerned about your warmth and coldness outside.

Mother's love is an umbrella for you forever. Only when the rainstorm strikes, do you suddenly discover your mother's hardships. Motherly love is a firm look behind you, and you can see your mother's vigilant figure as soon as you look back.

Mother gave you life, kindness and a forever home. Go back to your mother, no matter how late you get up, I will carefully prepare breakfast for you; No matter how lazy your hands and feet are, you will put clean and tidy clothes on the pillow.

Motherly love is the truest and purest. Everything about it has already been integrated into children's daily life, and it has been integrated into daily dribs and drabs, so that life can grow up healthily in the glory of love. Maternal love is the deepest and heaviest. No matter how much wind, frost, rain and snow you experience, no matter how many misunderstandings and grievances you suffer, your love for your children has never changed.

Every happy day, there will be a more busy figure of my mother; Every ordinary meal contains the mother's delicate thoughts.

Motherly love is simple and ordinary, never considering any return, but letting life continue and bear in kindness; Motherly love is persistent and has no regrets. Motherly love often transcends blood and creates miracles. A mother who collects garbage did not hesitate to donate her kidney to her uremia son. Another mother adopted a child with cerebral palsy, not only regarded her as her own, but also ignored the doctor's assertion, which made Cycas bloom and the mentally retarded child admitted to colleges and universities.

The child's eyes always face the most beautiful distance, but the mother's eyes always fall on the child and often forget herself. Mother is used to her child's negligence, but her heart is wandering with her child.

The child's birthday preference makes the mother a treasure, and the child's smiling face is a treasure that the mother is proud of. But as a child, who can tell when the mother's black hair turned white and why the mother's back bent down? ...

3. Poems, aphorisms and prose poems about maternal love; A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return. [Han] Liu An was pregnant heavily in October, but her reward was light in three years. Advise filial piety song is a one-foot-three-inch baby who has worked for ten years and eight years. The mother who advised Xiao Ge said that her son was lying dry and her mother was wet and asleep. The mother who advised Xiao Ge to disappear was upset. The mother who advised Xiao Ge was a hundred years old and often read eighty children. "Children's Words Are Unbridled" tells the story of a white-headed old woman who closed the door and cried, and her sleeves could not be broken. [Tang] Han Yu's mother instrument hangs down, and Guan Ming is bright and bright, staying at the quiet night platform. The Collection of Mottos is made of thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother, who makes clothes for her wayward son's body. She sews them carefully and repairs them thoroughly, fearing that it will delay him coming home late, but how much love this inch-long grass has won three successes. [Don] Meng Jiao got used to it and chose his neighbor. My son didn't learn, but he broke the loom. Maternal love is the first kind of love in the world. The only unpolluted love in the world is maternal love. Yan succeeded, and everyone is a friend. But only mother-when she fails, she is a partner. Zheng Zhenduo mourned his parents and gave birth to me. What is the Book of Songs without a father? What can she rely on without her mother? The Book of Songs is the virtue of the father and the legacy of the son. Children should receive a good education. Don't be happy with children, and don't sigh without children. [Tang] Han Yu people see that boys and girls are good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. [Tang] Wang Jian is a parent in the world; The rarest brother in the world. Motto Lian Bi is the best parent in the world. Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. In the Book of Songs, my father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed me, caressed me, nurtured me, grew me, nurtured me, protected me and restored me. In the Book of Songs, the father is heartless and the son is unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy. [Northern and Southern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui had no virtuous father and brother in his life, and no strict teacher and friend outside, but few people succeeded. [Song] Lv Gongzhu's parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I love those who are cherished by my parents. Song Jenny Tseng's Beyond Poetry and Paper Boat —— I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper for my mother. I always keep it, fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea. Some were blown to 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. I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go. Mom, if you see in your dream, maternal love is a blood connection and a child's blessing. Motherly love is like the wind in spring. Motherly love is a piece of green, when she gently blows the earth. Motherly love is a cloud in the sky. It always lets the hot sun pass through her body, bringing wind and rain to the earth and calming it down. Motherly love always lets the washed earth lie in her arms and writes colorful life dreams in the high sky. Maternal love is the eternal theme of mankind. We gave it too many explanations. It has also been endowed with too many connotations. There is no thrilling historical epic, and there is no reversal of stormy waves. Motherly love is like a spring rain, a clear song, which moistens things silently for a long time. Yu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... Their destination is the aging ... elderly people in their twilight years, and it is impossible to cry for their mothers quietly. A loud cry said, "I have tried my best to return, and I have tried my best to wander." Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. With a mouthful of children's drink, it is memorable. So in the children's laughter and tears into the lingering maternal love. Motherly love is like an idyllic poem, far away, pure and elegant; Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural. Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly; Motherly love is a warm wind that blows away the snowflakes and brings infinite spring. Motherly love is the laughter of a lifetime, the yearning to travel all over the world, and the concern of children before their sickbed. Motherly love is an ardent expectation for children's growth. Mother is a big ship, carrying us to the sea, pursuing the mystery of life and exploring the world. Mother is a magical mountain, which contains everything that nurtures our growth and strength. Our physical and mental mother is a touching song, which takes us around the world with her beautiful tunes and sings the history of the motherland. Mother is the spring breeze that blows everything in the world and brings vitality between steps. Mother is a spring rain, nourishing everything on the earth! Mom, I love you. You are the eternal love in my heart. " The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother made clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed it carefully and repaired it thoroughly, fearing that the delay would make him go home late, but she loved an inch of grass and won the light of the third spring. " I was sick for five years and couldn't give birth to me. I feel sour about life. Life is homeless, why should I be steamed! The words are sad and sad enough to make people feel generous and shed tears for generations. 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 it still has color and fragrance, it has lost its root. I think this sentence shows that the loving mother is a person. As important as roots and 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 that seven people can say on their lips is mom, and the best call is "mom". (Ji Bolun) Motherly love is the greatest power in the world. (Mill) 9 When you succeed, everyone is a friend, but only your mother-she is your partner when you fail. (Zheng Zhenduo) 10 How intense, selfish and fanatical maternal love is. Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has an extremely pure heart. (Whitman) 12 All the glory and pride in the world come from her mother. (Gorky) 13 One of the most beautiful things in life is maternal love, which is selfless love, and morality is dwarfed by it. (Japan) 14 where are you, mom? Where is the happiest place (UK) 15 Motherly love is the greatest force in the world (Mill) 16 Everything else in the world is fake and empty, only the mother is real, eternal and immortal. (India) 17 mother in memory! Dearest lover, you are all my happiness and friendship.

4. Poems, poems and essays about mothers: A vagrant, a kind-hearted mother, Meng Jiao, made clothes for her wayward boy's body.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. 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 Qing Ren Jing's Farewell to the Old Mother ■ Mother Author: The mother of love is as humble as moss, as solemn as morning light, as soft as the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River, as hard as a thousand years' cold jade. When she looked up, it was a bright moon, and when she looked down, it was a vast land.

■ drying old clothes Author: (Qing) Zhou Shouchang's robe is still in the grid, but the collar is still warm. I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it.

■ Author: Li Qiaoren comes from the earth, and naturally he will feel homesick and return to nature, and his mother is the embodiment of the earth. Prose: Mom, how can I repay you? Night, silence.

After a tiring day, I lay quietly in bed, but I couldn't sleep. There is an inexplicable force pulling my nerves.

Light the lamp, grab a magazine and turn it around aimlessly. "Mother's heart", I can't help but tremble in my heart. When I read it carefully, a story came to my mind.

The story goes like this: a young child, unfortunately, has a strange disease. He has sought medical treatment countless times, but he has never been cured. One day, the child met a witch doctor in a wooden house in the mountains. The witch doctor said, "I can cure your disease, but if you want to cure it, you must use medicine blindly."

"Great!" The child asked happily, "What do you want to use as a medication guide?" "This disease is difficult to treat. You must use your mother's heart as a guide to medicine. " When the child heard this, he hurried home.

When it got dark, the child came home and said, "Mom! My illness can be cured! " "Are you? Great! " "However, the wizard said that the mother's heart must be used as a drug introduction." Hearing this, the mother paused, kissed the child's forehead and turned and walked into the room.

For a moment, the child heard his mother's weak voice, "Come in, son!" " "The child came into the room." Take it. It's mom's heart. You can use it to treat diseases. "

Holding the bright red heart in his hands, the child turned and ran to the wizard. But it was too dark at night, and the children turned around in the mountains, but they couldn't find the wizard's residence.

In a hurry, the child tripped over a branch and began to cry. At this time, the mother's heart spoke: "Son, did you fall in pain?" ..... Reading, my eyes welled up with tears, surrounded by a huge maternal love force, and I couldn't control myself.

In a trance, I thought of my mother, who cared for my eyes when I stumbled; At school and after school, I remembered my mother's figure in the wind and rain. Whenever I get sick, I think of my haggard mother at the bedside. Think of the words that my mother cares about after every setback; I remembered my mother's happy smile and my white hair on my temples when I came back from a long trip. When I grow up day by day and step into my job, my mother's heart will always be with me. Every time I fall down in my life, it seems that my career is gradually developing today, my life is becoming more and more stable, and I have my own family.

However, every time I go home, my mother's wrinkles are growing. In the face of my elderly mother, what have I done besides visiting her occasionally, chatting with her and giving her some living expenses? Mother's memory is slowly declining and her health is getting worse. Whenever the seasons change, diseases always attack her. However, in the face of all this, will I love her as much as I love my body? Yes! I was suddenly surprised. I didn't go home this Spring Festival. How is my mother? I quickly grabbed the phone, the night was getting deeper and deeper, but the phone only rang twice. Mother's old and kind voice came from the microphone, and my mood stirred and my words got stuck in the voice. Then mother's gentle and loving voice came from the microphone. "Is that you, son?" .

Joy and tears flooded my face at the same time ... Mom, how can I repay you? 1 A mother's life in a storm is like walking on a road with frequent storms, with her mother at the forefront. Give her mother some umbrellas to protect her 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, rain is no longer rain, but a drop of happy tears sent by God to the world. 2. Mother, hardworking people can leave physically, but people will not leave, just as we will not forget our ancestors. Forget about mother. Mother is the quilt on her. Without her, she would feel cold. Mother is the salt in the dish. Without her, life would be dull. 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. Great maternal love plucks a bouquet of the brightest roses and places all her dear words on her mother. Mom said I was stupid. Roses are flowers that symbolize love. No, this is a flower from my child to my mother, too. 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, what my mother wants to say to the child will never be finished. Even if I sleep in the grave, you will always be my concern. My mother's maternal love is water, which washes the soul; Motherly love is a mountain, a mountain for you to rely on; Maternal love is the wind, blowing away the wind of disappointment; Motherly love is thunder, which affects life. Water as the saying goes, women are made of water, so I say mom is the water god.

Mother loves to cry, and her tears are endless like spring rain. When watching TV, my mother is often moved to cry; When telling horror stories, my mother sometimes cries; However, when I do something wrong, my mother likes crying best.

I am very naughty and always like to do wrong things. Once, I quarreled with my grandmother, which made her angry and said to her mother, "Look, this is the good son you taught."

At night, when everyone else was asleep, my mother came to my room, woke me up and told me a lot of reasons, but I was still a little impatient. My mother cried like a bead curtain, and I was anxious. Seeing my mother's appearance, I immediately got up and ran to grandma's room to apologize. My grandmother smiled and pointed behind her back. After that, I saw my mother snickering at the door. Motherly love is like water, which washes away my wrong psychology.

Wind The wind in spring turns the willow branches green, the wind in summer takes away the heat, the wind in autumn turns the rice yellow, the wind in winter turns the earth white, and the wind in maternal love awakens my soul. Examination is the display of each student's labor achievements, and the quality of the results directly affects it.

5. Poetry or prose about maternal love Mother, at this moment, you sprinkle water on the flowers on the windowsill in the first ray of sunshine, and a tide pours in the dark, and I turn over happily in my dream.

Moonlight flows like milk, and everything seems to be bathed, as if returning to the warm mother. The first bird song awakened the dream. I'm too lazy to stretch out in the morning light. You are full of stars and lights reflecting your warm face. Mom, where are you? That is where the smoke rises. Because I love you, I fell in love with that place called Toronto. Because of my yearning, I left my poetry, concentrated on saving Huang Cancan's gold and glistening silver, and left my mother with countless days and nights. I'm in this city called Jinan, across Qian Shan. Countless times, sweetness and secrets have arrived at your night, overflowing with profundity and infinity, drowning out the noise of youth. Mingyue painted a quiet land, complained about the guests, but had a somewhat soft and pleasant dream. In the moonlight, I caught the shadow of a tree, but first I got a mottled drunkenness. A soft heart blew in the breeze, and the soft heart fell into my memory. The dust settled and I returned to the happy smile and kind smile of my mother and childhood peasant mother. It is because the wanderer in the distance has returned to his mother's happy kindness and smile, and gradually spread in the air, turning into a paper boat, full of the bright moon at night and deep Bingxin poems-I never refused to throw away a piece of paper for my mother, kept it all the time, folded it into a boat and threw it into the sea from the boat.

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! Motherly love is a blood connection and a blessing for children. Motherly love is like the wind in spring. Motherly love is green, when she gently blows across the earth. A mother's love is a cloud in the sky, always letting the scorching sun pass through her body first, calling for wind, rain and peace. Motherly love is the sunset after the rain, always letting the washed earth lie in her arms and writing colorful life dreams in the high sky.

Maternal love is the eternal theme of human beings.

We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations. There is no soul-stirring historical epic, no shocking reversal of stormy waves, and a mother's love is like a spring rain, a clear song that moistens things silently for a long time.

Yu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... Their destination is the aging ... elderly people in their twilight years. It is impossible to cry for their mothers without moving people, and they cannot but cry for their return and wander." Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. With the children sipping and sipping, it is endless. Therefore, the lingering maternal love is integrated into the children's laughter and tears.

Motherly love is like an idyll, far away and pure, elegant and light; Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural. Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly; Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring. Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter and a wandering yearning. Motherly love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sickbed. Motherly love is the ardent expectation of their children's growth.

Mother is a huge ship, carrying us to the sea, pursuing the mystery of life and exploring the world. Mother is a magical mountain, which contains everything to raise us to grow and be strong. Mother is a touching song, which takes us all over the country with her beautiful tunes and sings the history of the motherland. Mother is the spring breeze, which blows everything in the world and brings great vitality. Mother is a spring rain, nourishing everything on the earth! Mom, I love you. You are the eternal love in my heart. I was born weak and sour about life.

Life is homeless, why is it steaming! "Words sad, sad, generous enough, moved the tears of the next century. 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?

-Meng Jiao's mother is the greatest person. -Eyes are ancient.

6. Poems about maternal love, prose net's maternal love is great.

I love a woman. She is the most beautiful woman in the world.

I love a woman, she is the purest woman in the world.

I love a woman, she is the strongest woman in the world.

I love the most tolerant woman in the world.

I love a woman, she is the most powerful woman in the world.

You ask me: Is it happy to love someone?

No, it is helpless to love someone, because there is only a little love for her to enjoy now.

So, you ask me: Is it painful to love someone? No, of course not,

Love a person is very happy, because I believe that in the near future, my efforts will make her happier!

Stroking the cold wind, like a shadow, I don't cry in such a cold day,

I never cry, because tears freeze and it hurts to hit my feet!

If I hit the heart door again, I will be thunderous, and I will not bow to such a heartless crowd.

Looking down at the sun will make me lose my way, so I never look down!

I am so strong because I am accompanied by strong love. Which woman does such strong love come from?

She gave me a forest of love.

7. Poems, essays and novels about maternal love.