Classical Chinese short sentences about maternal love

1. China's classical maternal love poems

China's ancient poems about maternal love 1. Famous sayings about maternal love in classical Chinese

I am lucky to have a mother who loves me.

-Beethoven

When you succeed, everyone is a friend, but only your mother-she is your partner when you fail.

-Zheng Zhenduo

A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return.

-Liu An

Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

-Meng Jiao

Mother is the only force that can make death yield.

Gorky

Mom is great.

-Lu Xun

Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter in tears, Qian Shan. Please ask him to bring her love and sorrow home.

-Bing Xin

The sun is shining, but it is not as good as my mother's love for me.

-Wang Wei

Everything about me, everything about me, is due to my angel mother.

Lincoln

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

-Han Yu

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.

-Meng Jiao

Losing a loving mother is like putting a flower in a bottle. Although there is still color and fragrance, it has lost its roots.

-Lao She

All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers.

Gorky

If you want a healthy and happy human being, you must have a healthy and happy mother.

—— Guo Moruo

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

-Bai Juyi

A mother's heart is an abyss, at the bottom of which you can always find forgiveness.

-Balzac

Hard work is the mother of all inventions. Hard work in everything becomes the truth of the matter.

-Tao Xingzhi

Where the mountains end and the plains begin, the river flows into the big river.

-Li Bai

Fatherly love is silent. If you feel it, it's not paternal love.

-Bing Xin

Motherly love is a huge flame.

-romain rolland.

Today, when the wind is fine, there is a day lily in front of the hall, holding a cup as my mother's birthday, and there is no sound.

2. Five ancient and modern maternal love poems.

Li Shangyin who sent his mother home.

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!

Wang Anshi

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.

Mu Yi Niruizhuo

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!

Mo Xuantu Wang Mian

The first part Xuan Mo Tu

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.

The second part is Xuan Mo Tu.

Hemerocallis is born in Beitang, and its color is fresh and good.

What if I drink too much?

Is the son of man filial to his heart in honor and love?

It rained and frosted last night, and the river was old.

The wanderer didn't return, and his heart was pounding.

Who is Han Yu's son?

Who is not crazy, who is not crazy, who will go to the palace to call the Taoist priest?

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

Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city.

Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang.

It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position.

Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood.

Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty?

Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end.

It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies.

Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write as if I'm here to deliver it?

Empty sikong rabbit

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.

3. Look for ancient prose and poems about mother.

"Mother Biezi" Don 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.

The Wandering Son, Tang 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?

Who is Tang Hanyu's son?

Who is not crazy, who is not crazy, who will go to the palace to call the Taoist priest? The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn.

Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city. Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang.

It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position. Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood.

Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty? Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end.

It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies. Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts?

"Short Song" Tang

When a person is born, he rises at dawn. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill. Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better.

There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today. People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.

Short songs, no music.

Tang Zhangwei's Answer to the Old People in Daibei County

The old man with a negative salary went to Zhou Bei. He looked at Wang Bei's hometown. He said that the old man had three sons, all of whom had died in Huangsha.

Now that the child has just grown up, he will confess next year. Knowing this, we will fall apart and cannot live and die together.

Borrow a farm house from Wu next door, and then go to the countryside alone. It's even harder to have more children.

Recently, it is said that the Emperor advocates martial arts and vegetables, and Qiang Bing wants to be quiet. Ensuring border security is a long-term policy, so there is no need to expel China people.

Except at night, Don.

The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad. Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.

Wang Anshi in Song Dynasty in the 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.

"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.

Wang Yuan noodles in Xuan Mo Map

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.

Don't be old, Huang Qing Nakazawa.

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.

Get home at the end of the year Qingjiang 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.

Tang Meng Haoran's Sending Zhang Shen Ming Classics and Traveling to Jingzhou.

In the colorful fifteenth year, before trying to be a loving mother. Lian Xiao paid tribute at the age of 20, and Huai Ju went to Qinchuan.

Four tweets, Zhong. Don't row on the river, who doesn't look to the gods.

Worthless Tangsikongtu

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.

4. Poetry, classical Chinese, stories of celebrities, beautiful articles about maternal love.

"Ode to a Wanderer" (Tang Dynasty) The thread in the hand of Meng Jiao, a kind-hearted mother, made 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. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

Mencius' mother 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." I moved my family 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.

Great maternal love

Dear baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you. This is a mother's last words when she said goodbye.

In Beichuan rescue, through the gap between a pile of ruins, rescuers saw a woman kneeling on her knees, her whole upper body crawling forward, and her hands supporting her body ... The rescuers shouted at her without any response, confirming that she was dead. There are still many people waiting for rescue, and rescuers are about to go to the next ruin. At this time, the captain suddenly turned around and groped hard, shouting: "There are children, still alive." After some efforts, the child was finally saved. This is a boy who is only three or four months old. The child was lying in a small quilt with yellow flowers on a red background. Because of the mother's physical protection, the child was unscathed. The accompanying doctor came to do some tests on the child and found a mobile phone stuffed in the quilt. When the doctor subconsciously turned on the screen, he saw the paragraph at the beginning of this article. All the people present were in tears.

This happened on the fourth day after Mother's Day. An ordinary mother created a seemingly impossible miracle with maternal love.

After all, the rescued little boy is too young to understand his mother's motives and purposes, but he enjoys great maternal love. It was his mother who blocked the beams and rubble with her body and protected his tender life. It is the mother who left the danger of death to herself and the hope of life to the child with the love of the calf and the instinct of loving the child.

We all grew up in the arms of our mothers, and we all fully enjoyed maternal love. However, how many people can really understand and recognize maternal love?

Motherly love is the most sincere love in the world. Mother gave birth to life and fed it with her milk.

Motherly love is the purest love in the world. Mothers have children, husbands have children and never complain.

Motherly love is the most selfless love in the world. Motherly love is destined to pay for a lifetime, and this kind of pay never asks for a return to the family and children.

Great maternal love shines with the brilliance of human nature. Great maternal love symbolizes the source of life. Take off our wings and fly for you. Leave the hope of life to the children and the danger of death to yourself. This is maternal love. Mothers treat their children well, raise them with broad minds and selfless dedication, and let the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation be passed down from generation to generation.

In Wenchuan earthquake, mothers left us to save their children's lives. Their simplicity and kindness, their boundless maternal love, let us have a deep understanding of family ties. We should cherish maternal love, we should carry forward maternal love, because it is the glory of human nature, because it is the glory of life. (

5. Motherly love gratitude sentences in ancient Chinese.

1, filial piety is the most important;

Respect for relatives is nothing more than raising the world.

-Mencius

2. Mourn my parents and give birth to me.

-The Book of Songs

3, a teacher for a day, a father for life.

4. But how much love can keep this inch of grass from growing and give the sunshine? .

5, the grace of dripping water should be reported by the spring.

6. Being a man is like a candle, which shines when it is hot.

Give people light and warmth. -Women in Chu Xiao.

7. Life needs a grateful heart to create.

A grateful heart needs life to nourish it. —— Wang Fu

8. People who dig wells don't forget to eat water, while predecessors planted trees to enjoy the cool.

9. Kindness and kindness, kindness and greatness.

10, the sheep has the grace of kneeling and nursing, and the crow has the meaning of feeding back.

1 1, borrowed from thousands of rivers and lakes, was verified as a tribute of Momo.

12, give it a peach and return it a plum.

13, one father raises ten children, and ten children raise one father.

14. Look down on the world and remember that kindness is like blood.

15, my father's kindness is higher than the mountain, and my mother's kindness is deeper than the sea.

16, the kindness of a meal will never be forgotten.

17, fish know water very well, which is the source of happiness.

18, poor inherit the wind.

19, be grateful when you know it, and don't forget it.

20, bereavement of parents, I wonder if there are children.

2 1, providence pities grass, and human kindness is important.

6. Look for ancient prose and poems about mother.

Poet to Mother: Bing Xin's mother, I have long wanted to write a poem for you, but I haven't written it well many times. I don't know how to start this poem for you, how to end it or what to write, just like when I was a child, I didn't know whether to accept it bravely or choose to escape from my mother. I thought of you again tonight, and I decided to write a poem for you, even if it is not well written, even if you can't read it in your hometown ... Mom, if

This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wan Shui Qian Shan, ask him to take her love and sorrow home. ■ Mother Author: Shu Ting, your pale fingertips are touching my temple. I can't help holding on to your skirt like when I was a child. My mother tried to keep your faded figure. 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. My mother's years are as ruthless as the running water, fearing that my memory will fade. How dare I open its screen easily? I cried 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 for penetrating the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this. Although I have written many songs for flowers, the sea and the dawn, my sweet and soft memory, mother, is not a torrent, not a waterfall, but a dry well that can't be sung among flowers and trees ■ Mother Author: A loving mother is humble as moss, solemn as dawn, soft as the voice of the south of the Yangtze River, and hard as a thousand years' cold jade. When I lift my eyes, she is a bright moon. When I looked down, she was a vast land.

■ Mother's Poem (1) Your greatness condenses my flesh and blood, and your greatness shapes my soul. Your life is a journey of love. You weave a calendar with beautiful rings that smell of ink. I spend every year in your love, playing on your shoulders and knees. (2) You are a big tree. You dream of prosperity in summer and maturity in autumn. Winter depends on you to meditate on your height and width. You gave me life, mother. When I am sad, you are my comfort. When I am depressed, you are my hope. When I am weak, you are my strength to shelter me from the wind and rain in your little harbor. You have broadened my horizons. You are my best friend forever. (4) With love and care, you bent over to protect you, exposing your bright heart, and your energetic smile strengthened your boiling blood. (5) Let me immerse myself in your joy, let me enjoy your warmth, let me revel in your arms, and let me snuggle in your arms. (6) There are faint poems in the idle clouds, and there are deep feelings in the deep feelings. If my mother is rain, then I am the rainbow after the rain. If my mother is the moon, then I am the star holding the moon. My mother is the root of my growth. If I grow up, my mother's black hair is like frost on a maple leaf, but the stars are shining silver. I deeply kissed the traces of those years. "Give me a heart for you." May the sweet fragrance haunt your life, and may my silvery laughter fill your brow. May all my blessings rub into your heart. A green leaf is full of its friendship with the root. An ode condensed my love for you. I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it.

■ Mom Zhong Author: Wang When you are disappointed, no matter how tall you are, your mother's mind can still surround you. I am willing to be your "master clock" and I will not stop working until the clock breaks down.

■ Mother's Bible Author: Every time I open this Bible, Wang Can can't help holding it to her chest, just like hugging my dear mother. I can still smell her faint fragrance and see her beautiful and elegant face. ■ Learn to be a good mother Author: Wang "The hand that pushes the cradle is the hand that changes the society", and "mother" is the privilege given to women by God. A mother's sacrifice for her children is priceless, and her contribution is unconditional.

■ "Mom" Author: Hong Yan When I met you, I was ten years old/you were thirty-five. You are a round-faced mother/your love is a basin full of bath water/warm, which almost floats me.

■ Mother Author: Gao Mingcheng The earth keeps spinning. When I was a child, I accidentally fell in a pool of blood in a ditch. You suddenly picked me up from the hands of the earth. It is your omnipotent Hercules! A thousand raindrops slipped from the umbrella and poured into your back, but I didn't touch the rain. The hospital is actually the end of the marathon and your brave ambulance! Starry mornings are constantly being born and dying. I also know that it has the regret of aging and parting. It must have been deeply rooted in my heart since farewell. Endless spring, warm sky and endless horizon are your avatar Guanyin Bodhisattva! ■ Author: Xu Yilan Modern parents accept their children's advantages and disadvantages with respect and understanding, encourage rather than blame, praise rather than complain, give their children full spiritual food, and instill the idea that new books are better than new clothes. ■ Author: Zhang Mo Love is a small ribbon, which mother gently ties with wrinkles.

■ Author: Li Qiaoren comes from the earth, and naturally he will feel homesick and return to nature, and his mother is the embodiment of the earth. ■ Source: Bing Xin's mother of stars! The wind and rain came, and the birds hid in the nest; The storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms.

■ Source: Bing Xin's "Past Seven" mother! You are a lotus leaf, and I am a red lotus. The raindrops in my heart are coming. Except you, who is my shadow under the empty sky? ■ Ode to Mother Author: Although Zheng's mother is still poor, the children's love for her is unambiguous. We just shout "Long live mother". Deeper love gushes in our hearts like a volcano. Although the mother is ordinary and useless, she is the real hero in the child's heart. Who can live and how much? Children can keep their mother's kindness in mind. Although her mother speaks softly, she is heavier than Mount Tai in their hearts. She used her mother to water her children's success without earth-shattering achievements (excerpt) ■ Ordinary life Author: Du Jinghua Source: Mother's kindness will never forget how many roads your little feet have traveled.

7. 12 ancient poems about mothers

There are many such ancient poems.

1, The Book of Songs, Li Feng, Kai Feng

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.

2. The Wandering Son

Tang mengjiao

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?

8. Look for ancient prose and poems about mothers.

Poet to Mother: Bing Xin's mother, I have long wanted to write a poem for you, but I haven't written it well many times. I don't know how to start this poem for you, how to end it or what to write, just like when I was a child, I didn't know whether to accept it bravely or choose to escape from my mother. I thought of you again tonight, and I decided to write a poem for you, even if it is not well written, even if you can't read it in your hometown ... Mom, if

This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wan Shui Qian Shan, ask him to take her love and sorrow home. ■ Mother Author: Shu Ting, your pale fingertips are touching my temple. I can't help holding on to your skirt like when I was a child. My mother tried to keep your faded figure. 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. My mother's years are as ruthless as the running water, fearing that my memory will fade. How dare I open its screen easily? I cried 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 for penetrating the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this. Although I have written many songs for flowers, the sea and the dawn, my sweet and soft memory, mother, is not a torrent, not a waterfall, but a dry well that can't be sung among flowers and trees ■ Mother Author: A loving mother is humble as moss, solemn as dawn, soft as the voice of the south of the Yangtze River, and hard as a thousand years' cold jade. When I lift my eyes, she is a bright moon. When I looked down, she was a vast land.

■ Mother's Poem (1) Your greatness condenses my flesh and blood, and your greatness shapes my soul. Your life is a journey of love. You weave a calendar with beautiful rings that smell of ink. I spend every year in your love, playing on your shoulders and knees. (2) You are a big tree. You dream of prosperity in summer and maturity in autumn. Winter depends on you to meditate on your height and width. You gave me life, mother. When I am sad, you are my comfort. When I am depressed, you are my hope. When I am weak, you are my strength to shelter me from the wind and rain in your little harbor. You have broadened my horizons. You are my best friend forever. (4) With love and care, you bent over to protect you, exposing your bright heart, and your energetic smile strengthened your boiling blood. (5) Let me immerse myself in your joy, let me enjoy your warmth, let me revel in your arms, and let me snuggle in your arms. (6) There are faint poems in the idle clouds, and there are deep feelings in the deep feelings. If my mother is rain, then I am the rainbow after the rain. If my mother is the moon, then I am the star holding the moon. My mother is the root of my growth. If I grow up, my mother's black hair is like frost on a maple leaf, but the stars are shining silver. I deeply kissed the traces of those years. "Give me a heart for you." May the sweet fragrance haunt your life, and may my silvery laughter fill your brow. May all my blessings rub into your heart. A green leaf is full of its friendship with the root. An ode condensed my love for you. I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it.

■ Mom Zhong Author: Wang When you are disappointed, no matter how tall you are, your mother's mind can still surround you. I am willing to be your "master clock" and I will not stop working until the clock breaks down.

■ Mother's Bible Author: Every time I open this Bible, Wang Can can't help holding it to her chest, just like hugging my dear mother. I can still smell her faint fragrance and see her beautiful and elegant face. ■ Learn to be a good mother Author: Wang "The hand that pushes the cradle is the hand that changes the society", and "mother" is the privilege given to women by God. A mother's sacrifice for her children is priceless, and her contribution is unconditional.

■ "Mom" Author: Hong Yan When I met you, I was ten years old/you were thirty-five. You are a round-faced mother/your love is a basin full of bath water/warm, which almost floats me.

■ Mother Author: Gao Mingcheng The earth keeps spinning. When I was a child, I accidentally fell in a pool of blood in a ditch. You suddenly picked me up from the hands of the earth. It is your omnipotent Hercules! A thousand raindrops slipped from the umbrella and poured into your back, but I didn't touch the rain. The hospital is actually the end of the marathon and your brave ambulance! Starry mornings are constantly being born and dying. I also know that it has the regret of aging and parting. It must have been deeply rooted in my heart since farewell. Endless spring, warm sky and endless horizon are your avatar Guanyin Bodhisattva! ■ Author: Xu Yilan Modern parents accept their children's advantages and disadvantages with respect and understanding, encourage rather than blame, praise rather than complain, give their children full spiritual food, and instill the idea that new books are better than new clothes. ■ Author: Zhang Mo Love is a small ribbon, which mother gently ties with wrinkles.

■ Author: Li Qiaoren comes from the earth, and naturally he will feel homesick and return to nature, and his mother is the embodiment of the earth. ■ Source: Bing Xin's mother of stars! The wind and rain came, and the birds hid in the nest; The storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms.

■ Source: Bing Xin's "Past Seven" mother! You are a lotus leaf, and I am a red lotus. The raindrops in my heart are coming. Except you, who is my shadow under the empty sky? ■ Ode to Mother Author: Although Zheng's mother is still poor, the children's love for her is unambiguous. We just shout "Long live mother". Deeper love gushes in our hearts like a volcano. Although the mother is ordinary and useless, she is the real hero in the child's heart. Who can live and how much? Children can keep their mother's kindness in mind. Although her mother speaks softly, she is heavier than Mount Tai in their hearts. She used her mother to water her children's success without earth-shattering achievements (excerpt) ■ Ordinary life Author: Du Jinghua Source: Mother's kindness will never forget how many roads your little feet have traveled.

9. Ancient poems about grateful mothers

1, the world is in chaos, the canal is small, and the family is poor and the mother is kind. I can't rely on my family, and I don't know when to exchange news. -Du Fu's "Xing Xing" in Tang Dynasty

The world is not peaceful. Poor Ji Zi is still a child and comes from a poor family. She depends on your mother to take care of her. I can't rely on my family, and I don't know when I can exchange messages.

2. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother 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. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? -Don Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons

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?

I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to be 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. -Qing: 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. 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.

4. Frosted reed flowers shed tears and wet clothes, and their heads are helpless. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock. -Song: Yu Gong's "Thinking of Mother"

How many times have I sat under the flowers and sucked? The red wall of the Milky Way is so far away to me. The star in front of me is not the star of last night. Who did I stand in the wind for all night? The lingering feelings are like silkworms, and the wandering heart is like a peeled banana. Recalling the scene of a full moon night when she was fifteen, it's a pity that this cup of wine in my hand can't eliminate the sadness in my heart.

5, bow down to the mother river beam, tears flow. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. -Qing Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"

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.