Poetry of mother-child relationship

The poem about mother-child love goes like this:

1. Thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son. Meng Jiao's prodigal son in Tang Dynasty

Cituo's mother is holding a needle and thread in her hand, making new clothes for children who are going to travel far away.

2. Bow down to the mother river beam and weep in vain. Huang Jingren's Bieniang in Qing Dynasty.

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.

I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to be home. Jiang Shiquan's Going Home at the End of the Year in Qing Dynasty.

A mother's love for her son is endless, and the happiest thing is that a wanderer can come home before the Spring Festival.

4. The needle and thread of the cold clothes are tight, but the ink on the home book is new. Jiang Shiquan's Going Home at the End of the Year in Qing Dynasty.

She sewed me a cotton-padded coat with dense stitches, and the handwriting and ink in the book at home were as good as ever.

5. A loving mother leans on the door, but a wanderer is difficult. Wang Mian's Picture 1 of Xuan Mo in Yuan Dynasty.

A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's too difficult for a wanderer to travel far away!

6. In the colorful fifteenth year, before trying to be a loving mother. Meng Haoran's "Sending Zhang Jing to Jingzhou" in Tang Dynasty

Fifteen years old is the age to dress, live with my mother, wait around in front of my mother and enjoy family happiness.

7. Old mothers and children ignore each other. Yu Zhang Hang by Li Bai in Tang Dynasty

My mother's son cried very sadly, and people were worried.

8. Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. It is bitter to cry without light during the day. Bai Juyi's Mother Biezi in Tang Dynasty

Biezi, Biemu, the sunshine in the daytime seems to have lost its luster because of sadness, and there is infinite sadness in crying.

9. where will you go, always reluctant to say goodbye. Cai Yan's grief and indignation poems in the Three Kingdoms period.

From now on, whether we live or die, our mother and son will always live far apart. How can I bear to say goodbye to my son?

10. Fat people are sent by their mothers, and thin people are alone. Li Xinan of Du Fu in Tang Dynasty

The strong middle-aged man and his mother sent him away, while the thin one became lonely because his parents died in the war.