Ancient poems describing loving mothers

Lead: Mother, what kind words! Ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, how many scholars have praised. The following is my collection of ancient poems about maternal love, hoping to help everyone!

A wanderer sings the 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?

Two thoughts on the mother song? Gong Yu

First frost, Lu Hua, tears wet her skirt, bald and helpless.

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

Three books of songs? Hurricane? Kaifeng Kaifeng blows from the south and blows to the 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.

Is there any cold in the spring? 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.

Did you go home at the end of the year? 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.

Article 5 Send mother back to 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!

Bai Juyi is selected from the sixth article "Yan's Showing Liu Cuo".

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

At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.

Chapter VII "Miss Mother" Ni Ruizhuo

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!

Chapter VIII "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 enough to say goodbye to the old year and welcome the new year. 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.

Not as good as crows and magpies in the forest.

It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind.

Newcomer Newcomer, 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.