Classical Chinese praising mother in ancient times

1. "Ode to Mother" ancient prose 1 "Ode to a Wandering Son"-thread in the hands of Meng Jiao, a kind-hearted mother in the Tang Dynasty, making 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?

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? 2, "The Night Cry in the Second Dock"-Bai Juyi lost his mother in the Tang Dynasty, and he was dumb and spit it out. Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old.

Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved. If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart.

A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad. What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness.

Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died. What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird.

The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied. Jiwu lost his mother and kept crying sadly.

I stayed in the old forest in the morning and evening and refused to fly away all the year round. Crying in the middle of the night every day, everyone who hears it can't help crying.

Ciwu's crying seems to be lamenting that he failed to fulfill his duty of timely feeding back filial piety. Don't other birds have mothers? Why are you so sad just because of Jiwu? Your mother's kindness must be so deep that you can't bear it! Once upon a time, there was a man named Wu Qi. His mother died, but there was no mourning.

Alas, such people, their hearts are really worse than animals! Jiwu, Jiwu! You are a great bird! 3. "Xuan Mo soil I"-colorful daylily flowers in Wang Mian in Yuan Dynasty, under Beitangxia in Luo Sheng. 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 day lilies are 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. 4, "National Wind Hurricane Kaifeng"-the pre-Qin anonymous Kaifeng came to the south, blowing the heart.

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. A breeze from the south blows the buds of jujube trees.

Jujube trees are tender and strong, and mothers are busy raising children. The south wind is warm, and jujube trees grow into firewood.

The mother is reasonable and kind, and she doesn't blame her if her son is not good. Cold spring water is cool, and the source is next to Junyi.

The mother raised seven children, and the son grew into a tired mother. The yellowbird is singing euphemistically. It's so beautiful and noisy.

It is difficult to comfort a mother who has raised seven children. 5. Arriving home at the end of the year-Jiang Shiquan loved his son in the Qing Dynasty and was happy when he came 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.

2. Praise the mother's ancient prose 1, "Wandering"-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?

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?

2. Night Crying in Ciwu-Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty

The second time I lost my mother, I vomited because I was dumb. Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old. Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved.

If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart. A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad. What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness.

Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died. What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird. The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied.

Jiwu lost his mother and kept crying sadly. I stayed in the old forest in the morning and evening and refused to fly away all the year round. Crying in the middle of the night every day, everyone who hears it can't help crying.

Ciwu's crying seems to be lamenting that he failed to fulfill his duty of timely feeding back filial piety. Don't other birds have mothers? Why are you so sad just because of Jiwu? Your mother's kindness must be so deep that you can't bear it!

Once upon a time, there was a man named Wu Qi. His mother died, but there was no mourning. Alas, such people, their hearts are really worse than animals! Jiwu, Jiwu! You are a great bird!

3. "Picture 1 of Xuan Mo"-Wang Mian in Yuan Dynasty

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.

Bright day lilies are 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.

4. Guo Feng Li Feng Kai Feng-Anonymous in Pre-Qin Dynasty

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.

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.

A breeze from the south blows the buds of jujube trees. Jujube trees are tender and strong, and mothers are busy raising children. The south wind is warm, and jujube trees grow into firewood. The mother is reasonable and kind, and she doesn't blame her if her son is not good.

Cold spring water is cool, and the source is next to Junyi. The mother raised seven children, and the son grew into a tired mother. The yellowbird is singing euphemistically. It's so beautiful and noisy. It is difficult to comfort a mother who has raised seven children.

5. Arriving 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.

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.

3. Praise mother's classical Chinese 1 Meng Mu was moved three times.

When Mencius was young, his father died early and his mother [Zhang] kept a festival. Living by the grave, Mencius learned to do funerals, [full] [finished, without saying anything] and cry. Mother said, "This is not the reason why I have a house." Is to go, give up the city, near slaughter, Mencius learned to buy and sell slaughter. Mother added, "That's not the reason to live in a house." And then moved to Gong Xue. On the first day of each month in the new moon, the official entered the Confucian Temple, bowed down, bowed [bowing, bowing hands] and let him advance and retreat. Mencius met them and studied them one by one. Meng Mu said, "This is really a place to live." So I live here.

Translation:

When Mencius was a child, his father died and his mother kept a festival. Living near the cemetery, Mencius learned something, such as funerals and crying. Mother thought, "This place is not suitable for children to live in." He left and moved his family to the street, close to where the pigs and sheep were slaughtered. Mencius knew something about business and slaughter. The mother thought again, "This place is still not suitable for children to live in." His family moved to Gong Xue. On the first day of each month in the summer calendar, officials enter the Confucian Temple, bow down and bow down, and retreat from the DPRK. Mencius saw it and recorded it one by one. Meng Mu thought, "This is where children live." Settle here.

Meng Mu broke the knitting.

When Mencius was young, he recited and his mother knitted. Mencius stopped, but continued. His mother knew his noise and asked, "Why did you stop?" Right: "Lost and recovered." Its mother split the knife (its knitting) to stop knitting, so as to stop knitting. Mencius stopped talking after that.

Mencius was reading an article when he was a child, and his mother was weaving. Mencius suddenly stopped studying. After a while, he began to recite again. Knowing that he was disturbed, her mother stopped him and asked, "Why did you stop?" Mencius said, "I forgot one thing, so I started again." Mencius' mother suddenly picked up a knife and cut the cloth. And said, "If this cloth is broken, can it be reattached?" From then on, Mencius was no longer distracted by the noisy environment.

Mother ape was shot by an arrow.

It turned out that monk Wukong was outside the river and saw an ape sitting on the top of a tree. Yi people waited on him and hit him in his mother's abdomen. Mother called Gong Fuzi, groaned a few times, but pulled out an arrow and fell to the ground and died. The shooter broke the arrow, abandoned the bow and vowed never to shoot again. ("Mo Ke Dao Xi San") [Note] ① Yi Man: a bird shooter. Which is the "shooter" below. It's over, it's over. During the Three Kingdoms period, Deng Zhi once went out and saw a female ape playing in a tree with a baby ape in her arms, so the bird shooter drew a bow and fired. As a result, the female ape was shot by an arrow. The ape mother called the male ape to approach, entrusted the child to it, sang a few times sadly, pulled out her arrow and fell to the ground and died. The bird shooter broke his arrow, threw away his bow and vowed not to shoot again.

4. Praise parents' classical Chinese writers, and people start; Parents are the foundation of people.

If you are poor, you will be extremely tired, extremely tired. The illness was terrible, so I did not hesitate to call my parents. It is a pity that Qu Ping went straight on the right path, exhausted his loyalty and wisdom, and served the monarch.

Believe and see doubt, be loyal and slander, can you have no complaints? Qu's masterpiece Li Sao is full of self-reproach, the national style is lewd but not lewd, and Xiaoya is full of blame but not chaos. If you write Li Sao, it can be said that it is both.

Said Di Ku, the next Qi Huan, soup, martial arts, stab the world. The morality of the Ming Dynasty is broad and respected, and it is consistent to control chaos.

His words are implicit, his ambition is clean, and his actions are mean. As the saying goes, a small article has a big meaning, and it has a far-reaching impact.

Its ambition is pure, so it is called fragrant; It is cheap, so it is not allowed to die. From discharging mud, cicada sloughing in filth and removing floating dust, it is not loved by the world, and it is turbid without me.

Push this ambition, although it is as glorious as the sun and the moon.

5. Praise parents' classical Chinese writers, and people start; Parents are the foundation of people.

If you are poor, you will be extremely tired, extremely tired. The illness was terrible, so I did not hesitate to call my parents. It is a pity that Qu Ping went straight on the right path, exhausted his loyalty and wisdom, and served the monarch.

Believe and see doubt, be loyal and slander, can you have no complaints? Qu's masterpiece Li Sao is full of self-reproach, the national style is lewd but not lewd, and Xiaoya is full of blame but not chaos. If you write Li Sao, it can be said that it is both.

Said Di Ku, the next Qi Huan, soup, martial arts, stab the world. The morality of the Ming Dynasty is broad and respected, and it is consistent to control chaos.

His words are implicit, his ambition is clean, and his actions are mean. As the saying goes, a small article has a big meaning, and it has a far-reaching impact.

Its ambition is pure, so it is called fragrant; It is cheap, so it is not allowed to die. From discharging mud, cicada sloughing in filth and removing floating dust, it is not loved by the world, and it is turbid without me.

Push this ambition, although it is as glorious as the sun and the moon.

6. The ancient poem praises the mother 1, the thread in the loving mother's hand, making 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? -Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons

2. Parents work hard, especially mothers. -Xu Xi's Song of Persuading Filial Piety

3. The baby is coming and the mother is going to jail. -Xu Xi's Song of Persuading Filial Piety

4, mumbling to teach words, brushing sweaters one by one. -Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi shows Liu Chao"

5, the old mother and son don't, between the weeds. -Li Bai's Yu Zhanghang

6, people see men and women are good, I don't know that men and women make people old. -Wang Jian's "Short Song"

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

8. My parents didn't know they were separated until I came. They were wearing the clothes of death. -Wang Jian's Crossing the Liao River

9. Mourn my parents and give birth to me. -"The Book of Songs Xiaoya E"

10, no dad? What can I do without my mother? -Praise the mother's poem "Xiaoya Guo E"

1 1, frost reed tears wet clothes. -Yu Gong "Thinking of Mother"

7. The ancient poem praising mother is 1. I am a coward and a bandit.

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.

Spoil me, raise me, raise me,

Take care of me, answer me, get in and out of my abdomen.

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!

2, the south wind, blowing his back.

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.

3. Brilliant daylily flowers, in Beitang, Luo Sheng.

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.