What are the poems praising mother?

"Don't be an old mother" Huang Qing Ren Jing

Five-character ancient poems are:

The Wandering Son Tang Mengjiao

"Xuan Mo Map No.1" Wang Yuan noodles

Arriving home at the end of the year/at the end of the year: Jiang Shiquan

Appreciation of selected poems;

1. "Wanderer" Don 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?

Explanation:

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. "Xuan Mo Figure 1" Wang Yuan 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.

Explanation:

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.

3. "Missing Mother" Song Yugong

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.

4. "Don't Ma Lao" 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's better to have children than nothing at this time.

Explanation:

Because I had to go to He Liang to make a living, I opened the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying and my tears dried up.

On this snowy night, it's a pity that we can't be filial to our mother, but we have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. What's the use of adopting a son? I still don't want it.

5. "Arriving home at the end of the year/arriving home at the end of the year" Qing: Jiang 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.

Interpretation: There is no end to loving a son, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time.

The stitches for sewing the cold clothes are dense, and the handwriting and ink on the family letter are as new as new.

Seeing that my son has lost weight, my mother felt distressed and called me to ask about the difficulty of the journey.

Mom, my son has always been ashamed of you. He won't have the heart to tell the story of his wandering.

2. Ancient poems praising maternal love (seven-character quatrains)

"Motherly Love" 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.

2. "Mother Biezi" Tang 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.

3. Seven-rhythm poems about maternal love, or poems within 120 words.

Seven-character poem maternal love

The trees are full of gold stars and apricot yellow, and the courtyard is bitter.

There are thousands of pearls and jade, and children and grandchildren are greedy.

The boxes were rotten last year, so there is nothing to collect this year.

Wrinkles are filled with laughter, why, meat will be sent to far away places to taste.

Seven laws of maternal love

(Written on Mother's Day)

Every maternal love is the purest, and the blood runs through the flesh and blood.

My son has no dreams in this life, but he will hang the stars tomorrow.

The needle-lily jade is warm, and the white rice is bitter.

Follow the joy all the way, and never leave the spring.

The daughter of the sun-Xuanji

(Seven-character quatrains _ new rhyme)

( 1)

Innocence lies in a child's innocence, which is most like an elf dancing and laughing.

Happiness is nothing to worry about, liveliness is just a matter of heart.

When expressing extraordinary behavior, think especially between words.

Hard work is maternal love, never fun and joy.

(2)

Xuan's son doesn't know that his mother is tired. When he came home, he went around his knees.

Kiss and smile when teasing, and hold back for a long time.

The morning is bitter, bitter, sweet and sour, and the years are cold and warm.

Since ancient times, my aunt has been eager to love her all her life.

Lv Qi Mother's Day (New Rhyme) Text/Meiyun Bamboo Music

The fragrant daylily stays bright in spring, and it is full of timidity.

Different years are full of sighs, and extraordinary maternal love is doubly grateful.

Pity your dreams because you think of the past, and look at the respect for your loved ones today.

Happy to have a happy day, childlike innocence is not grateful!

Lv Qi Mother's Day (New Rhyme) Text/Bisha Bamboo Shadow

In May, the sky is clear and the flowers are fragrant, and bees are busy collecting honey from the branches.

Milk swallows learn to fly through green willows, calves eat grass and bathe in the sunset.

Warmth often evokes joy in front of the knee, and frustration grows in the dream.

Wandering with infinite affection, filial piety is a respect for Gao Tang.

Mother's Day Si Er (New Rhyme) Text/Emperor Shanqin

Ride the wind and waves to worship Wenchuan, break the wall and get rid of the old face.

The green grass is beautiful, and the new building is towering.

Livelihood is as prosperous as tea, and purple smoke rises like water.

Tears welled up in the schoolhouse when it heard this poem.

Seven Methods of Mother's Day and Poetry (New Rhyme) Text/Fragrant Tree

On this day, I was in tears, and I couldn't play well.

Knowing that the hair adds snow to the temples, I am afraid that my body will be colder.

Shoulder the sun and moon family business, love the spring godson.

I hope the east wind blows my hometown, and the faint day lily is blue!

Seven Ways of Thinking of Mother on Mother's Day (New Rhyme) Text/Thousands of Miles of Snow Gone with the Wind

-I can't go home to visit my mother on Mother's Day.

I don't sleep at dusk. My mother is in Liangshan.

Yakumo has eight ranks in laughter, and if the water is cold, it will be cold several times.

Elegant women's clothing has a poetic charm, and the town is a historian.

The old tree flies in the wind, and the faint eyes outside the sword look far away from Sichuan.

note:

1, Ling: This refers to the meaning of the soul, and also embeds the mother's name.

2. Ruoshui: Yalong River.

2. Elegant girl: refers to the famous Sanya culture in Ya 'an, the capital of Xikang Province-elegant girl, elegant fish and elegant rain. When Goddess of Mending Heaven was circulated in Ya 'an area, the sword used fell into the river, which led to the leakage of rain in West Shu and made Ya 'an a multi-rain town. The elegant fish in the river also has the sword-shaped fish bone symbol passed down from generation to generation. Because of the rain in Ya 'an, most girls' skin is moist, but the more important sign of elegant girls is that they are as hardworking, brave, kind and simple as the legendary Nu Wa.

3. Historian: My mother's surname, my mother was a soldier (both names were with the army).

4. Sing mother's seven-character poem

1, go home at the end of the year

Jiang Shiquan in Qing Dynasty

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.

Translation:

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.

Extended data

Other types of poems praising mother.

1, "Don't want an old mother"

Huang Jingren in Qing Dynasty

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.

Translation:

Open the curtain, because I want to make a living in He Liang, I can't bear to say goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying, and my tears had 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. Missing Mother

Gong Yu in Song Dynasty

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.

Translation:

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. The Wandering Son

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?

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?

4. The Book of Songs Kaifeng

Pre-Qin anonymous

The wind blew from the south, blowing his spine. 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.

Translation:

The wind is blowing from the south, blowing the heart of Ziziphus jujuba. 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.

5. Seven-character verse dedicated to mother

3. "paper boat"

-Send it to mom.

backbone

I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,

Save it forever.-Save it,

Folding into a very small boat,

Throw it into the sea from the boat.

Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,

Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.

I am still not discouraged, folding every day,

I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.

Mom, if you dream of a white boat,

Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.

This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.

Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.

6. Seven poems about maternal love are urgently needed.