What are the poems about mothers?

1. Are there any poems about mothers? 1. Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons A thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward son'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?

2. Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi Xiu Liu Sao" was chosen as the Youth Day, when he was carrying his mother. At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.

3, Han Yu's "Whose Son" chooses a bald old mother to cover the door, and her sleeves are broken. 4, Wang Anshi's "Tenth Five-Year Plan" is about to go to the mother ditch, and the home is white.

When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South. 5, Huang Jingren's "Don't Old Mom" went to worship his mother's river beam, and his tears were in vain.

This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. 6. Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year" has endless love for his son, and he is happy at 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. 7. Song Lingyun's "Remembering Father" is broken by Wu Shu. What do you hate about the two places? The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and has borrowed the wind to ask for daily life several times.

8. Yu Gong's "Thinking of Mother" is wet with frost and tears, and his bald head has no dependence on Chai Fei. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.

9. Ni Ruizhen's "Remembering Mother" is too difficult for me to sail. I don't know if it is near. When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more! 10, Peng Gui's "Little Brother Came to Beijing for the First Time" is very happy, and he has been dyeing his hands and sewing clothes.

When the eternal mother opens her newborn eyes for the first time, the first thing she sees is her mother's extremely holy and loving eyes and tears of joy-her eyes stare at you unblinkingly, and your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively, but you can't express your feelings. Her limbs danced wildly for you-she couldn't help crying loudly. After many days and nights of cultivation, she finally sat up straight. Your little body has never waited after adjusting her emotional intelligence and IQ. I shouted the most precious first voice in my life-Mom, this is the most touching original meaning. No matter how many languages in the world rhyme, only this sound is absolutely the same. No music, no poem can be more touching than this one. Huang Zhongze went to worship the mother river beam and cried for no reason. It was a miserable snowy night in Chai Men. It's better to have a child than nothing at this time. I walked away. Mom, when I left, I had tears in my eyes and didn't look back. I dare not look back. I know that casual look back will make your casual eyes and bitter smile keep me. I know there must be a smile on your face, but your heart is crying. Mom knows, you just said: go, wait for the child to get tired, and mom will wait for you and me to go together. Mom, when I left, I dared not look back. You couldn't see me when I turned the maple grove in front of the door. You can't see me when the wet tears from Fenglin flow out of my heart. It's just, mom, I can't help crying anymore. I turned back, mom, and I dared to turn back. Although tears can't see the loess, I know, mom, you have been watching your son for a long time. How many times I don't want to cry back, mom, how many times I want to go home? I saw my mother, and you gently touched my crying wound with your warm hand. Oh, mom, I know you have been behind me with encouraging eyes and hopeful eyes ... I know, mom, you have been standing behind me. Every time I dream back at midnight, there is always a voice: Go, the child is tired, and the mother will wait for you to be kind to her and love her son, not for this. [Han] Liu An was pregnant heavily in October, but the reward was light.

Song of Persuading Filial Piety is a one-foot-three-inch treasure, which has been a work for ten years and eight years. The mother of "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" said that the child lay dry and the mother fell asleep wet.

"Song of Persuading Filial Piety" is not seen by the mother, and the child is uneasy. My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children.

Before "Song of Persuading Filial Piety", the prodigal son is not cold. Song of Persuading Filial Piety is full of love and hardship. Who knew my parents when they hurt me? "Children's Words Are Unbridled" The bald mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt sleeves were broken.

[Tang] Han Yu's mother instrument hangs down, the tube is bright, and the night platform is silent. A set of maxims, thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother, makes clothes for her wayward son'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?

Meng Jiao used to live in and chose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth.

The mother of Saint Amethyst, the first relative on earth; Motherly love is the first love in the world. Strictly speaking, the only uncontaminated love in the world is maternal love.

When Yan Yan succeeds, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is the partner of failure.

Zheng Zhenduo mourned his parents and gave birth to me. The Book of Songs has neither father nor mother. The Book of Songs is the virtue of the father and the legacy of the son.

Clear pronunciation and mellow voice, parents respected; Give children a good education. Don't be happy to have a son, and don't sigh without one.

[Tang] Han Yu people see that boys and girls are good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. [Tang] Wang Jian's parents are both on earth; The rarest person in the world, brother.

Motto Lian Bi is the best parent in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed, caressed, nursed, nurtured, cared and answered me.

In the Book of Songs, the father is unkind and the son is unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy. [Southern and Northern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui did not have a good father and brother in his life, nor did he have a strict teacher and friend outside, but few people succeeded.

[Song] Lv Gongzhu's parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents. In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over.

Fei Xiaotong.

2. What are the poems about maternal love? 1. Thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son. -Meng Jiao's "Wandering Sons/Welcome Mother to Wander"

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.

2. People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. -Wang Jian's "Short Song"

Everyone says it is a good thing to have boys and girls, but they don't know that boys and girls are older.

3. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. -Anonymous "Guo E"

Pity my parents, it's too hard to raise me! Expressed his pity and regret for his parents.

I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to go home. -Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"

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

5. Bow down to the mother river beam and weep in vain. -Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"

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.

3. What poems about maternal love are about loving mothers and children, rather than repaying them? Liu An [Han]

In October, the baby is heavy and the reward is light. Song of exhorting filial piety

One-foot-three baby, ten years and eight years' work. Song of exhorting filial piety

The mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet. Song of exhorting filial piety

The mother's bitter son has not seen it yet, and the child's mother is uneasy. Song of exhorting filial piety

My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. Song of exhorting filial piety

With a loving mother, the prodigal son does not feel cold. Song of exhorting filial piety

I didn't know my parents when I loved them. Children's language

The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. Han Yu

When the mother instrument hangs down, it is bright and the night platform is silent. Motto collection

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? [Tang] Meng Jiao

Yesterday, Meng Mu chose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. Three Character Classic

Mother, the first relative in the world; Motherly love is the first love in the world. Strict words

The only unpolluted love in the world is maternal love. Strict words

When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is the partner of failure. zheng zhenduo

Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. The Book of Songs

What's wrong with having no father? What's wrong with not having a mother? The Book of Songs

A father's virtue is a son's legacy. Strict words

Parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. Motto couplets

Don't be happy with children, and don't sigh without children. Han Yu

Everyone knows that it is good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women will make people old. Wang Jian

All parents in the world; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi

Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. Motto Lian Bi

My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nurtured me,

Take care of me and answer me. The Book of Songs

Father is not kind, son is not filial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; Husband is unfair.

This woman is not smooth. Yan Zhitui [Southern and Northern Dynasties]

There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, no strict teachers and friends outside, and few people can succeed. [Song] Lv Gongzhu

Parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents. Motto Lian Bi

In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over. Fei Xiaotong

4. What are the ancient poems about mothers? The ancient poems about mother are as follows:

1.

A mother failed to teach, and three yuan was sent to the kettle.

Shao Yunyun vulgar stop Yao color, Luan River low flying brush treasure furnace.

Si Kongtu (837~908) was born in Yongji, Shanxi Province. Poets and poetics in late tang dynasty. The word represents holiness, and you know from the name that it is not a son, but also an anti-insulting layman. Tang Yizong Xian Tong 10 (869) senior high school entrance examination, promoted to the top. During the reign of Zong Yi, he was called the temple adviser.

Four years later (904), Zhu Quanzhong was made the minister of rites, and Si Kongtu was released pretending to be an old man. In the second year of Kaiping in Hou Liang (908), Tang Aidi was killed and died of hunger strike at the age of 72. Si Kongtu's achievement mainly lies in his poetics, and Twenty-four Poems are immortal. The Whole Tang Poetry contains three volumes of poems.

2. Send Mother Home by Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty

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!

Li Shangyin, a native of Yuxi, xi, was a famous poet Fan Nansheng in the Tang Dynasty. His ancestral home is Qinyang, Hanoi (now Jiaozuo, Henan) and Xingyang, Zhengzhou. He is good at poetry writing, and his parallel prose also has high literary value. He is one of the most outstanding poets in the late Tang Dynasty. Together with Du Mu, it is called "Xiao", and together with Wen, it is called "Wen Li". Because his poems and essays are similar to the paragraphs and essays of the same period, all three of them rank sixteenth in the family, so they are also called "Thirty-six Style".

His poems are novel in conception and beautiful in style, especially some love poems and untitled poems are touching, beautiful and moving, and are widely read. However, some poems are too obscure to be solved, and there is even a saying that "poets always love Quincy and hate that no one writes about Jian Zheng". Caught in the struggle between Niu and Li, I was frustrated all my life. After his death, he was buried in his hometown of Qinyang (now the junction of Qinyang and Aibo County in Jiaozuo City, Henan Province). His works are included in Li Yishan's poems.

5. What are the poems praising mother's love?

A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return. Liu An [Han]

In October, the baby is heavy and the reward is light. Song of exhorting filial piety

One-foot-three baby, ten years and eight years' work. Song of exhorting filial piety

The mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet. Song of exhorting filial piety

The mother's bitter son has not seen it yet, and the child's mother is uneasy. Song of exhorting filial piety

My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. Song of exhorting filial piety

With a loving mother, the prodigal son does not feel cold. Song of exhorting filial piety

I didn't know my parents when I loved them. Children's language

The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. Han Yu

When the mother instrument hangs down, it is bright and the night platform is silent. Motto collection

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? [Tang] Meng Jiao

Yesterday, Meng Mu chose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. Three Character Classic

Mother, the first relative in the world; Motherly love is the first love in the world. Strict words

The only unpolluted love in the world is maternal love. Strict words

When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is the partner of failure. zheng zhenduo

Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. The Book of Songs

What's wrong with having no father? What's wrong with not having a mother? The Book of Songs

A father's virtue is a son's legacy. Strict words

Parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. Motto couplets

Don't be happy with children, and don't sigh without children. Han Yu

Everyone knows that it is good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women will make people old. Wang Jian

All parents in the world; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi

Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. Motto Lian Bi

My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nursed me, cared for me and answered me. The Book of Songs

Father is not kind, son is not filial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy. Yan Zhitui [Southern and Northern Dynasties]

There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, no strict teachers and friends outside, and few people can succeed. [Song] Lv Gongzhu

Parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents. Motto Lian Bi

In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over. Fei Xiaotong

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! Send mom home.

Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother. At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. Bai Juyi's "Selected Poems of Yan"

The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. Han Yu's Whose Son is Selected

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. Wang Anshi's Tenth Five-Year Plan

I went to worship the mother river beam, and I was worried about my tears. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"

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. Jiang Shiquan's Home at the End of the Year

First frost, Lu Hua, tears wet her skirt, bald and helpless. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock. Yu Gong's Missing Mother

The river is too wide to sail, so I don't know if it is safe. When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more! Ni Ruizhen's Mother Memory

6. What are the poems about mom? 1: Wandering sons.

Meng Jiao

The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son.

She mended it carefully and thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his time to go home.

But how much love has an inch of grass, and I got three spring rays.

2. Selected works of Bai Juyi's Yan Shi Showing Liu Chao.

Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.

My parents thought so at that time, but I should know today.

3. Han Yu's Whose Son

The old bald mother hid her face and wept, but her shirt sleeve was broken.

4. Wang Anshi's Tenth Five-Year Plan

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.

5. Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"

I went to worship the mother river beam, fearing that my tears would be in vain.

This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.

6. Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"

I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home.

A cold coat has a lot of needle and thread, but a letter from home has new ink.

When we meet, we are poor and thin, asking for bitterness.

I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh to the dust.

7. Song Lingyun's father's memory

Wu's book is broken. What do you hate most along the way?

The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and has taken the wind several times to ask about daily life.

8, Yu Gong "Mu Si"

First frost reed flower tears wet skirt, bald head without Chai Fei.

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

9. Ni Ruizhen's mother memory

The river is too wide to sail, so I don't know if it is safe.

When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more!

7. What are the dead ends of God's power in the poems about maternal love that created the great mother?

Mother spreads mercy on earth on behalf of God.

The flower of maternal love is everywhere.

The eternal desert breeds beautiful oases;

Cold and polar, so bright spring rises.

No matter how much wealth a child has.

Always a greedy beggar in front of my mother;

Mother is as poor as a church mouse.

But love for children is always endless.

A mother is like a thin camel.

But she silently carries the whole world.

I just want to give, not talk about return, I am my beloved mother.

There is no mother except mom.

Motherly love is like the sun that never sets.

Drive away all the darkness and cold in our world;

Motherly love is like an eternal lamp.

Melt away all the bumps and obstacles in our journey.

8. What are the poems about "maternal love"? 1. Thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son.

2. Bow down to the mother river beam and weep in vain. My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me.

I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to go home. 5. Be pity when you meet each other, and ask for it.

6. A loving mother leans on the door, but a wanderer is difficult. 7. Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return.

8. Old mothers and children ignore each other. 1. Thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son.

From Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer, the original poem is: The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for the 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. "Bow down to the mother river beam and cry."

From Huang Jingren's Farewell to Old Mother, the original poem reads: Pull up the curtain, go to the mother's river beam, be carefree and watch the tears dry. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.

Because I'm going to He Liang to make a living, I opened the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, my tears stopped and 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.

3. "My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me." From the pre-Qin "Guo E", the original poem is: Guo E, bandits me Artemisia.

Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. I am a loser, but I am a thief.

Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. It is a pity that the bottle is used up.

It is better to die for a long time than to live with fresh people. What if there is no father? What can I do without my mother? Get a shirt when you go out, and you're exhausted when you go in.

My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Caress me, feed me, nurture me, nurture me, take care of me, go in and out of my stomach.

The virtue of wanting to repay kindness. Heaven is so chaotic! Nanshan is fierce and the wind is blowing.

I don't care, I'm alone! Nanshan method, drifting with the wind. Everyone is in the valley, I'm not alone! You see, mugwort has grown taller, but it's not mugwort, it's mugwort.

Pity my parents, it's too hard to raise me! Look at the wormwood that snuggles up to each other, but it's not wormwood, it's Wei Pity my parents, it's too tiring to raise me! It is a shame to fill the bottle with water, because the bottom of the bottle is empty.

Living alone is boring. Might as well die early. What can I rely on without my real father? What do you depend on without your own mother? Going out for a walk is sad, and getting started is at a loss.

Dad, you gave birth to me. Mom, you raised me. You protect me, love me, support my growth, nurture me, think that I don't want to leave me, go out and hug me.

I want to repay my parents' kindness, and the disasters in the old society are unpredictable! The height of Nanshan is hard to surpass, and the biting wind is daunting. Everyone has no misfortune. Why am I the only one who was robbed? Nanshan Mountain is too high to cross, the wind is biting and shivering.

Everyone has no misfortune, so I can't be the only one! 4. "I love my son endlessly and I am happy to go home." From Jiang Shiquan's "Home at the End of the Year/Home at the End of the Year", the original poem is: I love my son endlessly, and I am happy to get 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. There is no end to loving your 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. 5. "I was poor and thin when I met you, and I asked for it."

From Jiang Shiquan's "Home at the End of the Year/Home at the End of the Year", the original text is: I love my son endlessly, and I am happy to get 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.

There is no end to loving your 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.

6. "A loving mother leans on the door, but it is difficult for a wanderer." From Wang Mian's "The First Picture of Xuan Mo", the original poem is: Colorful Hemerocallis, 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 daylily flowers were 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.

7. "Men and women sing in pairs, and the sound does not return." It comes from Bai Juyi's Yan Shi Xiu Liu Chao. The original poem is: There is Shuang Yan on the beam, dancing men and women.

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.

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 came up from 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! Lao Yan, don't lament, you should remember the past.

Think about when you were a swallow, and you flew away. Your parents were so worried when you abandoned them. Today, you should experience it! 8. "The old mother and the child are separated, and the grass is crying." From Li Bai.

9. Who are the vagrants in the poems about mothers? The thread in the hand of kind mother Meng Jiao makes clothes for her wayward son.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how much love there is in that inch-long grass, have you got three rays of spring? Haizi 1. The wind is beautiful, the fruit is small, the breasts in nature are beautiful, the water is beautiful, and the moment when no one talks to you is also beautiful. The poverty of your house is beautiful, and the wind blows all over the grassland. 2. Spring water, spring water, biological lips, mother blue covers rocks with her body, and covers bones and wine glasses with the piano sound of wild flowers. 3. Mama Yun is old. Mom has white hair hanging down, you go to rest. There is a quiet son on the hillside, just like quiet water flowing in the sky on the hillside. I sang the beautiful proposal of the sex sisters. I know my poems praising couples are useless. I sing clouds. I know that I will eventually be happy and meet all the holy people in heaven. 4. Xue's mother is sitting on a low stool in her hometown, thinking that my low stool is like my snow top. Mom's shit tomorrow morning. I want to see your mother, mother. You face the barn and set foot on the dusk. I know you're getting old. 5. Language and tic-tac-toe are always like mom's words. On the banks of the river, on both sides of the river of experience, and on both sides of the river of the present image, flowers are like the listening ears of a gentle wife, and there are poems everywhere, listening to the drops of suffering falling in the distance. Recently, my mother often sits in front of the window and polishes the glass several times a day. The Haitang outside is green, the cherry is red, and all her children are gone. She said that when she was pregnant with me, she had to stroke the swollen clothes several times a day and fold the small clothes neatly, thinking that I was coming and she couldn't stand it. See me, do you think I curled up and slept well? Now, the trees in front of the window weave her thoughts into the swaying leaves. She often polishes the glass and thinks I'm going to pull the branches. May I have a good sleep before I come. She made so many clothes and washed so much for me. Today, she still hid the wool in her heart and waited for me, but she always wanted to see me, but she couldn't see me. Worrying about it makes me worry about whether the world is beautiful enough to dance and cry again. I don't remember my mother, but in the middle of the game, there seems to be a song spinning on my toy. She is shaking my cradle and humming those songs. I don't remember my mother, but in the early autumn morning, the flowers of acacia floated in the air, and the smell of morning prayers seemed to blow to me. I don't remember my mother, but when I looked at the blue sky in the distance from the bedroom window, I felt my mother holding my eyes all over. Sky Shu Ting, your pale fingertips manage my sideburns. I can't help holding on to your skirt like when I was a child. My mother tried to keep you from disappearing. Although the morning light has cut my dream into smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time. I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth. Mother's years are as ruthless as running water, and she is afraid that her memory will fade. How dare I open its screen easily? Now I'm crying to you for a thorn. Now I wear a watch and dare not moan. Mom, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if I call to penetrate the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this. Although I have written many songs about flowers, sea and dawn, my sweet and tender memories are not rapids or waterfalls, but flowers and trees.

10. What poems describing maternal love are tragic? A snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. -Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"

And grandma didn't go, and there was no skirt in and out. -Du Fu's Stone Trench

The Queen Mother of the West opened the window on the Yaochi; The voice of bamboo songs is very sad. -Li Shangyin's "Yaochi"

Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. -Wang Anshi's Tenth Five-Year Plan

The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk. -Wang Mian's "Figure 1 of Xuan Mo"

After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"

Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"

The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white. -Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"

Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"

At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"

In the colorful fifteenth year, before trying to be a loving mother. -Meng Haoran's "Send Zhang into Jingzhou"

If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. -Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"

First frost's Lu Hua tears wet her skirt-Yu Gong's "Thinking of Mother"

You are in town, and the sage returns the favor to the mirror and kisses the Buddha lamp. -Dong Li's "Thank you for sending Ji Yi Situ Xianggong"

What's wrong with the house? You can't go to your parents' hometown. -Wang Jian's Gu Congjun

Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"

The old mother and son left without saying goodbye and cried among the weeds. -Li Bai's Yu Zhanghang

I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. -Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"