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

Tang Dynasty: 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?

Translation:

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 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.

Translation:

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's Xiu Liu Sao"

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

There is Shuang Yan on the beam, a male and a female. 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.

Translation:

A Shuang Yanzi, a male and a female are dancing on the roof. 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

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.

Translation:

Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. The sunshine in the daytime seems to have lost its luster because of sadness, and the crying is infinitely miserable. 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 delicate bride than you.

5. "Xuan Mo Figure 1"

Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian

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.

Translation:

Brilliant daylily was 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.