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The poems describing the mother are: Whoever writes by the wanderer is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs; miserable Chaimen wind and snow month, at this time it is better to have a son than nothing; There is a grandmother who has not gone, and there is no end to the skirt in and out.
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Write the mother's verses ancient poems as follows:1。Wanderer's Groan.
Don Mengjiao. 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。Wanderer. Don Mengjiao.
Daylilies give birth to the hall steps, and the wanderer travels to the end of the world; The loving mother leaned against the door of the hall, but there were no daylily flowers.
3。Sent my mother back to her hometown.
Tang Li Shangyin stopped and looked blank, trapping me as a prisoner. 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!
4。Arriving home at dusk.
Qing Jiang Shiquan.
The love of the son is endless, and he is happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely sewn, and the ink marks of the family letter are new. When he met Pian Qingqing, Hu'er asked about the hardships. He was ashamed of the son of man, and he didn't dare to sigh for the dust.
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For mothers, we must start from "filial piety", in the ancient literati, mothers are kind, reflecting the greatness of mothers. The image of the loving mother in the great poet Meng Jiao's "The Wanderer's Yin" is depicted in detail, deeply pouring out the innocent love of the wanderer for his mother, and the famous sentence that has been passed down through the ages - "The line in the hand of the loving mother, the robe of the wanderer" Everyone knows, and the image of the mother he portrayed is too classic.
Her love for the wanderer is so selfless, so profound, and she expresses the sincerity and reasonableness of "worrying about her own mother", and the depth of her feelings makes people cry.
Bai Juyi, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty, wrote many poems about his mother, and the emotions reflected in the poems are different, but the image of the mother is still the image of love that we are familiar with, among which the long poem "Mother and Son" is the most representative one. The theme of this poem is about the heartache of a mother and her child when they part.
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1, "The Wanderer's Yin Welcomes the Mother and Drifts Up" - 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, "Don't Get Old" - Qing) Huang Jingren.
The wall curtain worships the mother river beam, and the white hair is sad and the tears are dry. The miserable snowy night in Chaimen, at this time, it is better to have a son than nothing.
3, "Simu" - Song) and Gong.
The frost killed the reeds and tears wet the clothes, and the white head had no more leaning on the firewood. In May last year, when it rained in the yellow plum season, he returned from picking rice in a robe.
4, "Mother's Love" - Yuan) Yang Weizhen.
Motherly love, love young chicks, Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince. The dragon and tiger are changing day by day, and the dog tends to be eagle and the trend is getting worse.
There is no six-foot loneliness under the knees, Ah Zhao and Ah Mei are not quack. The night is dull and the lights are blurred, and the heavy snow leaks more than four drums.
Hundreds of officials don't hold Dong Fox's pen, what do orphans and widows and sisters-in-law call? So, poking the silver pillar axe in front of the bed, the disaster is in the King of Han's golden cabinet book.
Whoever says an inch is careless, and the three Chunhui who report it.
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