Are there any ancient poems about maternal love and homesickness

Mother's love: the line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt.

Who knows that the heart of the grass will be rewarded with three springs.

Homesickness: Miss your relatives every seam festival.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

What is the connection between sunset and twilight? The Yanbo River makes people sad.

The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 gold (Du Fu's "Spring Hope").

When I was a child, nostalgia was a small stamp.

I'm on this side, and my mother is on the other side.

Growing up, nostalgia is a narrow ticket.

I'm on this end and the bride is on that end.

Later, nostalgia is a low grave.

I'm outside, my mother is inside.

And now nostalgia is a shallow strait.

I'm on this side, and the continent is on the other side.

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt.

The moon is the hometown of Ming.

There are many poems about this kind of thing in the afterglow.

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt. Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is erected at this time.

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

Raise the Yu Tangerine Cup to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio.

A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date.

If the festival is like a reward, but the Qingzun will be cut off in autumn.

Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is full of relatives. The remote knowledge brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood.

Everything is a dream in the end, rest and rest, and tomorrow the yellow butterfly is also.

The ancient poems that describe mother's love are as follows:1, "The Wanderer's Song".

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, "The Book of Poetry, Shao Feng, Kaifeng".

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.

3, "Sending My Mother Back to My Hometown".

Don Li Shangyin.

Parking is blank, trapped me and become 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, "Ciwu Night Cry".

Don 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.

5, "Yu Zhangxing".

Don Lee Bai. Hu wind blows on behalf of the horse, and the north embraces Luyang Pass.

Wu Bing shines on the sea and snow, and asks when to return it in the west.

Halfway through Liaojin, Huang Yun was miserable.

The old mother and the son say goodbye, calling the sky and the grass.

White horses surround the flag, screaming and chasing each other.

The poplar autumn moon is bitter, and it falls early in Yuzhang Mountain.

This is a Xiu Ming person, and he is not idle.

It is a pity to die in battle, and sweep away the fierceness for the king.

The essence of the stone has no feathers, and it is difficult to be dangerous.

If the building ship flies like a whale, the waves fall in Star Bay.

This song cannot be played, and the temples of the three armies are spotted.

6, "Don't Old Mother".

Qing Huang Jingren.

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

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