In the face of such great maternal love, what do you want to say as a child Please express it in app

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.

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

In October, the fetus is heavy, and the three lives are repaid.

1. Mourn your parents, give birth to me, and work hard. The Book of Songs

2. What is it to be without a father, and what is it to be without a mother? The Book of Songs

3. 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

4. The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, and the sleeves of her shirt were not stopped. (Han Yu's "Who's Son").

6, the hometown is thinking for thousands of miles tonight, and the frost sideburns are another year in the Ming Dynasty. (Gao Shi's "Except for the Night").

7. The line in the mother's hand, and the wanderer's shirt. Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. (Meng Jiao's "Wanderer's Yin").

8. A loving mother loves her son, not for retribution. Han Liu An.

9. The fetus is heavy in October, and the reward for three lives is light. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

10, one foot three inches baby, ten and eight years of work. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

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

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

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

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

15, Xi Mengmu, choose a neighbor. If you don't learn, you will be cut off. "Three Character Classic".

16, thousands of loves, thousands of hardships, who know my parents? "Children's Language".

17, the white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, and the sleeves of her shirt were not stopped. Tang Hanyu.

18, the mother is hanging and Huitong is in charge, and Wusu is silent and silent. "Collection of Aphorisms".

19, 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 Mengjiao.

20, frost and reed tears wet clothes, white heads without leaning on firewood. In the Huangmei rain in May last year, Zeng pawned the robe and returned to the rice. Yu Gong "Thinking of Mother".

21. Put the mother on the ditch and leave the family white and yin. When the moon heard Du Yu, the north and the south always cared. Wang Anshi, "Fifteen".

22, go to 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. Huang Jingren "Farewell Mother".

23, 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. Jiang Shiquan's "Twilight Home".

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

Whoever says an inch is careless, and the three Chunhui who report it. (Meng Jiao's "Wanderer's Yin").

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt. Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. I've heard this poem, it is about a child who is going out, and the mother is not at ease, sewing clothes for him, etc., for fear that the child will suffer outside. The name of the poem is 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. Tang Dynasty. (Meng Jiao's "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.

1. The love of the son is endless, and he is happy to return home. - Qing Dynasty Jiang Shiquan "Arriving Home at Dusk".

Translation: A mother's love for her children is endless, and when I arrived home during the Chinese New Year, my mother was so happy!

2. The loving mother leans on the door, and the wanderer travels hard. ——Yuan Dynasty Wang Mian "Mo Xuan Tu I".

Translation: The kind mother leans against the door and looks forward to the child, and the wanderer who travels far away is the bitterness of Hengfeng!

3. The needlework of the winter clothes is dense, and the ink marks of the family letter are new. - Qing Jiang Shiquan, "Home at the End of the Year".

Translation: The stitches of the sewing winter coat are densely packed, and the handwriting and ink marks in the family letter are as if they were new.

4. Sleepless thinking woman, Qi Yinghe, a few anvil pestles. ——Song Dynasty He Zhu "Heavenly Fragrance and Smoke in the Henglin".

Translation: Those poor women who can't sleep send anvils and pestles in the wind and insects.

5. The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt. Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. ——Tang Dynasty Meng Jiao's "The Wanderer's Yin".

Translation: A loving mother uses the needle and thread in her hand to make the garments of her son, who has traveled far away. Before leaving, a stitch was tightly sewn, afraid that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

6. 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. - Qing Dynasty poet Jiang Shiquan "Arriving Home at the Twilight".

Translation: There is no end to the love of the son, and the happiest thing is the timely return of the wanderer. The stitches of the sewing winter clothes are densely packed, and the handwriting and ink marks in the family letter are as if new.

Seeing that her son had lost weight, my mother was distressed and called me to ask me about the difficulties of the journey. Mother, my son is already ashamed of you, and he can't bear to tell you about the dust he has suffered while wandering abroad.

7, don't have a son, don't have a mother, cry bitterly without light during the day. ——Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi's "Mother and Son".

Translation: Mother and son, son and mother, the daytime sun seems to have lost its luster because of sadness, and there is infinite misery in the cry.

8. When you meet, you are thin and thin, and you ask about the hardships. - Qing Dynasty poet Jiang Shiquan "Arriving Home at the Twilight".

Translation: When I saw my son lose weight, my mother was distressed and called me to ask about the difficulties of the journey.

9. Relatives leaned on the door of the hall, and daylily flowers were not seen. ——From the Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao's "Wanderer".

Translation: The mother leaned against the door, but did not see her son return, when the daylilies bloomed.

10. The love of the son is endless, and he is happy to return home. - Qing Jiang Shiquan's trouser sedan "Arriving Home at the End of the Year".

Translation: A mother's love for her children is endless, and when I arrived home during the Chinese New Year, my mother was so happy!

Stars (159).

Mother! The storm in heaven came cautiously, and the bird hid in its nest branches; The storm in my heart came, and I only hid in your arms.

Your children are not yours."

Gibran. Your children are not your children.

They are the children born of life's desire for itself.

They came into the world through you, but they didn't come because of you.

They are beside you, but they are not yours.

What you can give them is your love, but not your thoughts, because they have their own minds.

You can take refuge in their bodies, but not in their souls;

Because their souls belong to tomorrow, to tomorrow that you never dreamed of, and you can do your best to become like them, but don't let them become like you;

Because life does not go backwards, nor does it stay in the past.

Thou art the bow, and the sons and daughters are arrows from thee.

The archer looks at the target on the road ahead, and he pulls you away with all his might, making his arrows shoot fast and far.

Bend it in the hands of the archer with a happy heart, for he loves the arrows that fly all the way, and the bow that is incomparably stable.

Your children are not your children.

They are the children born of life's desire for itself.

They came into the world through you, but they did not come because of you, they are beside you, but they do not belong to you.

What you can give them is your love, but it is not your thoughts, because they have their own thoughts.

You can shelter their bodies, but not their souls, because their souls belong to tomorrow, to tomorrow that you can't dream of, and you can do your best to become like them, but don't let them become like you, because life doesn't retreat and doesn't stay in the past.

Thou art the bow, and the sons and daughters are arrows from thee.

The archer looks at the target on the road ahead, and he pulls you away with all his might, making his arrows shoot fast and far.

Bend it in the hands of the archer, with a happy heart, for he loves the arrows that fly all the way, and the bow that is stable without a hall.

Mother's love is a great flame – Romain Rolland.

Mother's love is the greatest force in the world – Mir.

Women are fragile, but mothers are strong – France.

In the child's mouth and heart, the mother is God - England.

All the glory and pride in the world comes from the mother, Gorky.

Mom, where you are, the happiest place is in the UK.

There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the call of the mother

A mother's arm is made of love, and how can a child sleep in it without sweetness (Hugo).

How strong, selfish, fanatical is the feeling that motherly love occupies our whole heart - Duncan.

When you are successful, everyone is a friend. But only her mother --- she was her partner when she failed - Zheng Zhenduo.

Without the help of selfless, self-sacrificing maternal love, the child's heart would be a desert – England.

Motherly love is the most beautiful of human emotions, because it is not mixed with the heart of profit - France.

One of the most beautiful things in life is maternal love, which is selfless love, and morality is dwarfed by Japan – Japan.

O mother of memory! O dear lover, you are all my joys, all my friendships – France.

Everything else in the world is false, empty, and only the Mother is real, eternal, immortal – India.

The sweetest word that can be uttered by the lips is Mother, and the most beautiful call is "Mother" - Gibran.

1. Mother's love is a great flame. One by one Roman. Rowland.

2A mother's arms are made of lovingkindness, and how can a child sleep in them without sweetness? One by one Hugo.

The sweetest word that the lips of the three people can utter is "mother", and the most beautiful call is "mother".

Mother's love is like a mountain, and father's love is like the sea.

Mother's love is a great flame – Romain Rolland.

Motherly love is a divine force.