The poems of mother s love were written by ancient poets

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! ”

Ciwu cries at night, Bai Juyi.

Ciwu lost his mother, dumb and mournful.

Day and night do not fly, and keep the old forest all year round.

Crying in the middle of the night, those who smell it are dipped.

If you tell in the voice, you don't feed back your heart.

Hundreds of birds have no mother, and they are alone and complaining.

It should be the mother's kindness, so that you are not responsible.

In the past, there was a person who rose from Wu, and his mother was mourned.

The heart of the disciples is not as good as that of a bird.

Ciwu Fu Ciwu, the former ginseng among the birds.

The Book of Poetry, the Wind and the Triumph

The triumphant wind blows from the south, blowing his thorny heart. The heart is thorny, and the mother's family is hard.

The triumphant wind comes from the south, blowing the thorny salary. Mother's holiness, I have nothing to do.

Is there a cold spring? Under the dredging. There were seven sons, and the mother worked hard.

Look at the yellow bird, carry its sound. There are seven sons, and I don't comfort my mother's heart.

Translation: The fluttering and windy wind comes from the south, blowing the heart of the sour jujube tree.

The heart of the tree is still too delicate and delicate, and my mother is really hardworking.

The fluttering and gentle wind came from the south, blowing the thick branches of the sour jujubes.

My mother is reasonable and virtuous, and it is difficult for me to repay it if I don't make it.

The cold spring cold spring water is cool, and the source is in the muddy soil.

Even though there were seven sons, the mother was still very laborious.

The little yellow finch is like a song, and the voice is melodious and beautiful.

Even though there were seven sons, they could not comfort a mother.

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.

Bow to the mother river beam, white hair and tears withered.

The miserable snowy night in Chaimen, at this time, it is better to have a son than nothing.

The robe is still there, and the collar is torn but warm.

The heavy seams can't bear to be moved lightly, and there are old thread marks on the mother.

Bow to the mother river beam, white hair and tears withered.

The miserable snowy night in Chaimen, at this time, it is better to have a son than nothing.

The robe is still there, and the collar is torn but warm.

The heavy seams can't bear to be moved lightly, and there are old thread marks on the mother.

The line in the mother's hand is worn by the wanderer. Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late, who is worried about every inch, and I will report the three springs.

Although it's **, it's pretty good, I hope it helps you.

1.Thousands of loves, thousands of graces, love me, who know my parents? "Children's Language".

2.The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, pulling up the sleeves of her shirt and leaving it behind. Tang Hanyu 3The 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 Mengjiao.

4.In October, the fetus is heavy, and the three lives are light. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

5.The mother is called the child lying dry, and the mother is sleeping wet. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

6.The mother and the child have not been seen, and the child is uneasy. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

7.The old mother is 100 years old and often misses her 80 sons. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

8.My father gave birth to me, my mother bowed to me, caressed me, raised me, grew me, nurtured me, cared for me, and restored me. The Book of Songs

9.The former mother is here, and the prodigal son does not feel cold. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

10.The mother is hanging and Huitong is in charge, and Wusu is silent and silent. "Collection of Aphorisms".

11.In the eyes of parents, children are often part of themselves, and children are their ideal self again.

12.Mourn my parents, give birth to me, and work hard. The Book of Songs

13.What is it like to have no father, and what is it necessary to be without a mother? The Book of Songs

14.The only unpolluted love in the world is motherly love. The word is strict 15When you are successful, everyone is a friend. But only the mother - she is the partner when she fails. Zheng Zhenduo.

Meng Jiao, "The Wanderer's Yin".

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.

I believe that many people have watched the movie "Hello, Li Huanying", and I believe that many people have heard its ending song "Daylily Flower", which has such lyrics: "On the high green mountain, the daylily flowers are blooming, pick one and give it to my little girl." Pin it in your hair, hold it in my heart, grow up with you, and see you as a bride.

The poem-like simple lyrics and gripping melody interpret the mother's infinite thoughts and concerns for her children. We know that daylily flowers are synonymous with maternal love, and throughout the ages, "maternal love" has always been an eternal topic and has been praised by people. So, what kind of poetry works about motherhood come to mind?

The language of the poem is easy to understand and understandable, but it is such unpretentious language that makes us feel the deep love of a mother for her children, and as children, we cannot fully repay it even if we spend our lives.

There are many works that write about maternal love, such as "The Book of Poetry, National Style, Shao (bèi) Wind, Kaifeng", poems:

It is said that father's love is like a mountain, mother's love is like the sea, and our parents have given us life and infinite love, so that we can grow up healthy and happy. I think that we should not only feel the mother's love from the ancient poems, but more importantly, we can be grateful and cherish in real life.

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