What are the poems in praise of the mother What are the poems in praise of the mother

Updated on culture 2024-03-24
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  1. Anonymous users2024-02-07

    Paper Boat - Send Mother.

    I never gave up a piece of paper, I always kept it—kept it, folded it into a tiny boat, and threw it out of the boat and into the sea!

    Some were swept into the windows of the boat by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck on the bow of the boat.

    I still don't lose heart, stacking it every day, always hoping that one can flow to where I want it to go.

    Mother, if you see a very small white boat in your dreams, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.

    This is the beloved daughter with tears in her eyes, thousands of rivers and mountains, begging it to carry her love and sorrow back.

    Oh Mother! The storm in heaven came, and the birds hid in his nest;

    The storm in my heart came, and I only hid in your arms.

  2. Anonymous users2024-02-06

    Poems in praise of mothers are:1, frost fall reed flower tears wet clothes - Yu Gong "Thinking of Mother".

    2. A loving mother loves her son, not for retribution. - Liu An.

    3. My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me. Pick me up and raise me, grow me up, take care of me and restore me - the Book of Poetry "Xiao Ya Luo Luo".

    4. Male and female chirp in the air, and the sound is not returned. ——Bai Juyi, "Yan Poems Show Liu Suo".

    5. Mumble ,—— brush sweaters. ——Bai Juyi, "Yan Poems Show Liu Suo".

    6. After 30 days of hard work, the mother is getting fatter. ——Bai Juyi, "Yan Poems Show Liu Suo".

    7. Parents read it at that time, and you should know it today. ——Bai Juyi, "Yan Poems Show Liu Suo".

    8. There is a grandmother who has not gone, and there is no end to the skirt. - Du Fu, "Stone Entrenchment".

    9. People see that men and women are good, but they don't know that men and women urge people to grow old. - Wang Jian's "Tanka Xing".

  3. Anonymous users2024-02-05

    1, "The Wanderer's Yin" [Tang] Meng Jiao.

    The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt. Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

    2, "Tanka Xing" [Tang] Wang Jian.

    The first man is born, and the sun is first rising. Late to go up the mountain, sick to go down the mountain.

    36,000 dynasties in a hundred years, and the night will be strong for half a day.

    There are songs and dances that must be done early, and yesterday is better than today.

    People see that men and women are good, but they don't know that men and women urge people to grow old.

    Tanka line, no music.

    3, "Step Void" [Tang] Sikong Diagram.

    A's mother taught the steps, and the three-yuan chief sent down the pengju.

    Yun Shaoyun is customary, and the crane flies low and blows the treasure furnace.

    4, Wang Anshi's "Fifteen".

    The mother will be on the ditch and leave the family white and yin.

    When the moon heard Du Yu, the north and the south always cared.

    5, Yu Gong "Thinking of Mother".

    The frost fell and the tears were wet, and the white head was not leaning on the firewood.

    In the Huangmei rain in May last year, Zeng pawned the robe and returned to the rice.

    6, "Tianxiang Yong Ambergris".

    Lonely pan smoke, layers of waves and moons, Ligong night lead water. Xun Yuancha wind, dream deep Wei Dew, turned into a soul-breaking heart word. Red porcelain waiting for the fire, but also at first glance, ice ring jade fingers. A wisp of lingering green shadows, vaguely the sea and sky clouds.

    Several times she was half drunk. Spring lanterns, cold night flowers. It is better to fly snow in the old stream, and the small window is deeply closed. Xun Ling is now old, and he always forgets the old flavor before the bottle. Regret the remaining smoke, empty bonnet quilt.

  4. Anonymous users2024-02-04

    Mother, I saw the smiling face of the sun again.

    I see it again, your sunny eyes.

    Mother, I know.

    As long as there is a sun shining on the earth.

    Your smile will always be there.

    Mother in contact with the land.

    Oh mother kissing the crops.

    The smell of sunlight on your body.

    Forge your metal character.

    Record your strength and perseverance.

    Mother, I know.

    Your sunny smile.

    Stay on the land where you work.

    Grow a green piece of hope.

    Grow up with the joy of growing up as children.

    Grow a story of not bowing to poverty.

    Grow out of your mature expectations.

    Mother, I know.

    Your sunny smile.

    Stay in the small courtyard of the farmhouse.

    Lit up the fire in the stove room.

    A symphony that lights up pots and pans.

    Lighting up the strong voice of your life.

    It lit up the boiling blood of the children.

    Mother, I know.

    Your sunny smile.

    It strengthened the majesty of the children out of the mountains.

    Open your hands to the outside world.

    Confidence to meet the storm.

    Mother, I know.

    Your sunny smile.

    Doomed to your hands.

    Never give up words related to labor.

    A verb that needs no annotation in a lifetime.

    It seems to you just a simple repetition.

    Mother, I know.

    It doesn't matter where I'm going.

    Trend**. It doesn't matter how far the road lies ahead.

    There will be your smile with you every step of the way.

    Warms my trip and atrium.

    Mother, I know.

    Your smile shines in the sun.

    The sun shines brightly on your smile.

    The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt. Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs. Tang Dynasty. Meng Jiao's "The Wanderer's Yin".

    The five-word ancient poem "Sending My Mother Back to My Hometown" "Parking is blank, and I am trapped and become a prisoner of Chu." Sentimentality starts from it, and tears of sorrow choke in the throat. The loving mother is seriously ill and wants to vote for a famous doctor. The car is in a hurry, and the sky is not left! Mother's love is nothing to repay, and life is even more wanted! ”

    Farewell Old Mother" hugged the curtain and said goodbye to the mother river beam, and the white hair was sad and the tears were dry. The miserable snowy night in Chaimen, at this time, it is better to have a son than nothing.

  5. Anonymous users2024-02-03

    The lyrics of the song "Mother" sung by Jianyang Zhuoma are also very good. Haizi's poem "To Mother" is also very good. Modern poetry cannot be ignored.

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