A poem expressing a son's inability to repay his mother's kindness.

1. A poem written by a mother to her son

Poems from mothers to sons 1. What are the poems describing how mothers treat their children?

1. Song of the Wanderer

Meng Jiao in 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?

2. "Xuan Mo No.1"

Wang Mian in Yuan Dynasty

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.

3. Mother's Biezi

Tang Dynasty: 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.

4. "Don't be old"

Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren

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.

5. Send Zhang to worship in Jingzhou.

Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran

In the colorful fifteenth year, before trying to be a loving mother.

Lian Xiao paid tribute at the age of 20, and Huai Ju went to Qinchuan.

Four tweets, Zhong.

Don't row on the river, who doesn't look to the gods.

2. Ancient poems about maternal love for children

Meng Jiao, the thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother, made clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed them carefully and repaired them thoroughly, fearing that they would make him come home late. But how much love does an inch of grass have, and it will repay three spring flowers. Bai Juyi was chosen as a teenager's day in Yan Shi, and carried his mother when he flew high. His parents missed it at that time, but today he should know. In fifteen years, Wang Anshi put his mother in the ditch, glistening at home and smelling Du Yu in the moonlight. The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and has borrowed the wind several times to ask for daily life. "Miss Mom" was wet with the tears of Lu Hua, and their bald heads didn't rely on firewood. Last May, in Huang Meiyu, they celebrated the return of robes and rice. It's hard for me to sail across the river in memory of my mother. I don't know if it's near. I am afraid that I will cry in the dark. Hope to adopt, thank you! ! .

3. What proverbs and poems are there about mothers caring for their children?

Nourishing yin and being charming.

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?

Dry old clothes.

The robe is still there and 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.

Get 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.

"Mother Biezi" Don 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.

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

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

Mother has a good life at home. Alcott

The love between mother and child is the most sacred emotion in the world. -Dumas

The most beautiful voices people hear come from their mothers, from their hometown and from heaven. -Wei Brown

4. Poems describing the mother's concern for her son in winter

Someone once asked me such a question: "What is the greatest love in the world?" At that time, I only shook my head, because I didn't know at all and I couldn't answer.

Now I can simply answer, that is "maternal love". In my eyes, mother is the greatest and most sacred love, and maternal love is selfless and unrequited.

I was brought into this world by my mother. I grew up in my arms when I was a child. Now my mother encourages me to study hard and serve my country when I grow up. My mother is great. Last summer, I was sick and the sun was shining. My mother took me to the hospital.

When I got to the hospital, my mother was sweating like a pig. My mother hurried to register and took me upstairs to see a doctor. Mom came home and made medicine for me in the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen, ah! How hot it is! I really can't stand it.

I saw my mother sweating profusely, and I said, "Mom, why don't you go out to cool off first and then come back to decoct medicine?" Mother said, "son, mother knows how you feel and wants me to go out to cool off for a while." No, you can drink it early, and your mother can rest assured. " Motherly love is deep, emotional and endless; Maternal love is endless, it is full of countless flowers, it is full of endless floral fragrance; Motherly love is great, it contains profound meaning, it is brewing you and me.

There is a familiar lyric: "Only mothers are good in the world, children with mothers are like treasures, and children without mothers are like grass." Ah! ! ! How great is maternal love! I will study hard and repay my mother's kindness to me.

Guo of Class 5 (1) of Qinglong Street Primary School in Jinan snuggled up to his mother. After dinner, she had nothing to do, so she read the newspaper casually. Suddenly, a message came into her eyes, Mother's Day! Look carefully, the second Sunday in May is Mother's Day every year. Isn't that tomorrow? When my heart is shaking, I can't help but feel surging, and my mind is full of thoughts. A stream of heat flooded into my heart, pounding my heart in waves, and my mind was stiff and difficult to calm down. I also have a white-haired old mother! I don't know whether it is the cocoon of mentality or the lack of filial piety. Anyway, I haven't visited my old mother who is far away and close at hand for a long time.

In the dead of night, everything is silent, but my heart is still restless and my thoughts are wandering. A cup of strong tea, a cigarette, I quietly curled up in the dark corner of the humble room, slowly savoring the strong tea, slowly smoking the cigarette, letting the smoke turn into wisps of faint filaments at will, permeating the narrow indoor space ring by ring, turning into faint clouds, flying through the gap in the window lattice, and my immersed thoughts also rippled, sublimated and floated. Through the deep, dark, empty and silent night sky, souls and thoughts slowly gather, wander and fall back with a heavy weight. People seem to have returned to the intimate and familiar room in their hometown yard and stood beside their old mother. Her white hair and knees are weak and slim, her face is full of wrinkles and warmth, and she gazes at her son kindly, so comfortable and happy, so sweet from the heart.

A son will never grow up in his mother's eyes, he will never be sensible, he will never take care of himself, he will always be so stupid in his mother's eyes, his son will always be a sharp heart, his son will always be his mother's baby, and his son will always be his son. No matter how excellent, capable, beautiful and mature your son is in the outside world, this will always be the biggest concern of his mother, even if you are 70 or 80 years old.

Mother is a hotbed of her son's warm attachment, a warm bed and the most comfortable territory for her son. Her kindness and love will always be the source of her son's happiness. From ignorance, every time I beg my mother to go out and come back, there will always be the sweetest and most delicious, that is, or the most difficult years. My mother would rather be hungry than wear a thin coat that is difficult to keep out the cold, and she will also let the baby eat well and wear warm clothes. There will always be new clothes for the New Year.

The son's laughter and crying are the happiest and most worrying things for the mother. In my family, as long as I can remember, no matter how hard the years are, how hard the economy is, and even when we can't eat steamed bread in the four seasons, my mother will steam many attractive white-flour steamed bread for our brothers and sisters on the 27th of the twelfth lunar month every year, and promise to make delicious white rice and braised pork stew for us at noon on New Year's Eve, so that our brothers and sisters can have a hearty meal. It's still so tempting to think of it today.

For this reason, my mother has been ridiculed by many village women, saying that her mother will not waste her life at random. Because other people's Chinese New Year buns are steamed for the first time on September 29th or New Year's Eve. I think only I can understand the mystery of mother's feelings and kindness. This habit has continued in my family until today. Although every day is as beautiful as Chinese New Year, my mother is still so stubborn and persistent.

When I was a child, I only helped my mother pull the bellows to light the fire. Now that I have a gas stove, I have to sit in my mother's hot pit and do nothing. I snuggled up to my mother warmly, enjoying the comfort of maternal love like a fairy, slowly savoring the greedy memories of my childhood brought by maternal love and feeling the warmest affection in maternal love. Mom! Your old man has worked hard all his life, for the sake of his children. With the help of this most solemn festival, my unfilial son presents the most fragrant and warm carnation in the world! God is my witness! My son will never forget your kindness! Childhood is like a meteor across the sky, but it quickly dissipates in the light; Teenagers, like running water, passed away without a trace, but now I, a young man, suffer in real life like fried dough sticks.

Mother, my mother, was born and raised in the countryside and raised children in the countryside. She never knew that one day in May would be her birthday and that of all the mothers in the world, let alone what carnations represented. Yang Meiying is in her hometown at this time.

5. What are the poems about "A mother cares about her children"?

1, "Ode to a Wanderer" Tang Dynasty: The thread in the hand of 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. 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? 2, "Mother" Song Dynasty: 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.

Mother heard cuckoo's cry on a full moon night, and she thought of her son who had run away from home. Although the north and south are separated, she is still deeply worried. 3, "Yan Shi Xiu Liu Chao" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi has Shuang Yan on the beam, a male and a female, with a graceful demeanor.

Between two rafters, a nest gave birth to Si Er. Si Er is a long day and night, and the voice of asking for food is diligent.

Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday. Paws are eager for us, but they are not tired.

For a moment, I was afraid of hunger in my nest. After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter.

Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one. Once the wings are formed, lead them to the branch of the court.

Raise your wings and fly in the wind without looking back. Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return.

But to enter the empty nest and sing all night. Yan Yan, don't be sad, but think about yourself.

Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother. At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.

A Shuang Yanzi, a male and a female were flopping about on the beams. Mud nest in the middle of the rafters, a nest gave birth to four little swallows.

Four milk swallows grow day and night, and the crying of begging can't stop. Caterpillar is not easy to catch, Xiaoyan seems to have never had enough to eat.

Shuang Yan grabbed it with his paws, held it in his mouth, and worked tirelessly with all his strength. After a while, I turned back and forth ten times, afraid of starving Xiaoyan in the nest.

After thirty days of hard work, I lost my mother swallow and fattened Xiaoyan. Muttered and kept teaching Xiaoyan pronunciation, combing one by one.

Xiaoyan, once full of feathers, was led to the branches of the courtyard without looking back and fluttered around with the wind. Shuang Yan, male and female, shouted in the air, screaming at the top of his lungs, but couldn't get it back.

I had to go back to the empty nest and cry all night! Old Yan, don't lament, you should think back to the past: think about when you were a milk swallow, you flew away, how much your parents missed when you abandoned them, and you will experience it today! 4, "Mother Biezi" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's mother Biezi, son Biemu, crying during the day without light. 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. Mother's son, son's mother, the sunshine in the daytime seems to have lost its luster because of sadness, and there is infinite sadness in crying.

The family lives in Chang 'an, Kansai, and her husband is a general in a high position. Last year, he was awarded a knighthood for his outstanding military exploits. I also got a reward of 2 million, so I married a bride as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade in Luoyang.

If the bride is not satisfied when she comes, she will ask her husband to abandon her wife; She is the lotus in his palm, and I am the nail in their eyes. It is human nature to like the new and hate the old, and it is not enough to be sad. I will pack my bags and leave helplessly.

But sadly, her husband's family still has two biological children left. One can walk by the bed and the other can sit up.

The sitting child is crying, and the walking child is clutching my clothes. You and your wife are new lovers, but you never let our mother and son meet again.

At this moment, my heart is full of unspeakable sadness. People's fickle feelings are not as good as the black magpie in the forest. Mothers don't leave their chicks, and males always take care of them. This scene is like a peach tree in the backyard. The petals that once covered the greenhouse have fallen with the wind, and the young fruits will still hang on the top of the tree to experience frost, snow and rain.

Rookie, rookie, listen to me. There are countless beautiful women in Luoyang Red Chamber. I hope the general will achieve something in the future and marry a more exquisite bride than you.

5, "Xuan Mo Figure 1" Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian colorful day lilies, Luosheng Beitang. 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.

Bright day lilies are born under the North Hall. The south wind blows the day lily, swaying for whom to confide fragrance? A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's hard for a wanderer to travel far away! The support for parents is alienated every day, and the news of children is not reached every day.

Looking up at a cloud forest, I am ashamed to hear the sound of the birds, and I still miss it.

6. A poem about a mother missing her son

Subtone (Meng Jiao)

Meng Jiao

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?

Precautions:

1, nothing grows: the metaphor is very small.

2. Sanchunhui: Sanchun refers to Meng Chun, Zhongchun and Ji Chun in spring; Hui, sunshine; Describe maternal love as warm as spring.

Sunshine.

Rhyme translation:

The kind mother has a needle and thread in her hand.

In order to make new clothes for children who travel far away.

Before she left, she was busy sewing.

It's really worrying that the child will never come back.

Who can say a little grass-like filial piety,

Can you repay the kindness of a loving mother like Chunhui?

Writing background and comments;

Meng Jiao (75 1~8 14), a savage in Wu Kangdong, Huzhou (now Deqing, Zhejiang). In his early years, he tried and tested, traveled north and south, and settled in Suzhou.

I was down and out all my life, and I didn't get a humble position as a magistrate in Liyang until I was fifty years old. Naturally, the poet did not care about such a small official, but still cared about mountains and rivers, while his official duties were neglected, and the county magistrate only paid him half a salary. Under this heading, the author notes that "Mu Ying Li Shang Zuo" is his work when he lived in Liyang. In the poem, an ordinary and great beauty of human nature, maternal love, is sung affectionately and truly, which has aroused the admiration of countless readers and won popularity for thousands of years.

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. This poem describes the ordinary scene of loving mother sewing clothes at this time, but it shows the poet's deep feelings. The first two sentences, "thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body", are actually two phrases, not two sentences. In this way, from people to things, the two most common things are highlighted, and the love of flesh and blood between mother and son is written. Then write two sentences about people's actions and attitudes, focusing on loving mothers. At this moment before departure, the old mother's stitches were so thin that she was afraid that her son would not come home for a long time and would sew the clothes more firmly. In fact, the old man's heart is not eager for his son to return safely at an early date! The affection of loving mother is revealed in the most subtle places in daily life. Simple and natural, kind and touching. There are neither words nor tears here, but a feeling of pure love overflows from this common scene, touching the heartstrings of every reader, making people cry and evoking the cordial associations and deep memories of children all over the world.

The last two sentences, based on the intuition of the parties, dig out the deep meaning of the next layer: "But how much affection there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays." Who said that? Some versions are Who knows and Who will, but it is best that Who said that according to the poem. The poet's rhetorical question is particularly meaningful. These two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences, the contrast of popular images, and the warm affection for children: how can a child like grass repay his mother's love as rich as the sunshine in spring? It really means "I want to repay kindness, I am very confused", and the feelings are so sincere and sincere.

This is an ode to maternal love. The poet, frustrated in his official career, experienced a cold world and a sad life, so he felt the value of family more and more. "Poetry is born from the heart, and sorrow should be the heart" (Su Shi's Reading Meng Jiao's Poems). Although this poem is not carved with algae paintings, it is fresh, smooth and unpretentious, which shows that its poetic flavor is rich and mellow.

This poem was written in Liyang. During the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, two Liyang people sang such a poem: "My father's book is full of baskets, and the car is still lingering" (Shi Qisheng's "Writing My arms"); "How many tears have I shed, how many hands have I dyed, and how many clothes have I sewed" (Peng Gui's "My little brother came to the capital and felt very happy"). It can be seen that the deep impression left by Ode to a Wanderer is enduring.

This is an ode to maternal love. This poem eulogizes the great beauty of human nature-maternal love.

In the first two sentences of the poem, the person written is mother and son, and the thing written is thread and clothes, but it points out the love of flesh and blood between mother and son. The two sentences in the middle focus on the actions and attitudes of loving the mother, showing the mother's deep affection for her son. Although there are no words and no tears, it is full of pure love, which is exciting and makes people cry. The last two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences. Using the metaphor of popular image, we pinned our fervent feelings on this naked child. How can we repay our children like maternal love and grass in spring?

With fresh, smooth, plain and plain language, the whole poem is full of rich and mellow poetry, which has touched the heartstrings of many readers for thousands of years and caused thousands of wanderers to sing.