Five ancient poems about maternal love

Huang Qing Ren Jing

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.

I'm going to He Liang soon. I will lift the curtain and say goodbye to my mother reluctantly. I look sad and want to cry. On this snowy night, I can't be filial to my mother, but I have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. I can't help sighing: What's the use of adopting a son? I still don't want it.

Second, "I miss my mother"

Gong?

Frost flowers and reeds shed tears and wet clothes, and their bald heads have no more to lean on.

Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.

Seeing that first frost destroyed the reed flower, I couldn't help shedding sad tears; The white-haired old mother will never walk to the door again, leaning against Chai Men and expecting me and visiting me again. Last May, during the rainy season, there was no electricity at home, so we had to go home in cassock to take care of our mother.

Third, "send mom home"

Tang Li Shangyin

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!

I stopped the car and looked around blankly, feeling like a prisoner. Sadness suddenly rises from it, and sad tears are like tears in my throat. My loving mother has just had a serious illness, so I want to send her to see a famous doctor. But just when the car was in urgent need of shuttle service, God ruthlessly took away my loving mother! Mother cannot repay her kindness. Can she pursue other things in life?

Fourth, "West on Mother's Grave"

Tang Chen went to see a doctor.

The sun on the top of the mountain is dim, and few birds stay alone at dusk.

The forest was empty, but Ding Ning told me to go home early.

Gaogai Mountain is reflected in the afterglow of the sunset. At dusk, only a few birds nest in my independent forest. Sacrificing a few drops of white wine at my mother's grave, I couldn't stop crying, and I couldn't hear my mother's voice telling me to go home early anymore.

V "Wandering Son"

Tang Mengjiao?

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?

The kind mother is holding a needle and thread in her hand, making new clothes for the children who are going on a long trip. Before leaving, he sewed the needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who said that a weak and filial person can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?