Five ancient poems in praise of mother s love, five ancient poems about mother s love

1. "Farewell 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.

Translation: I was about to go to Heliang, I lifted the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my mother, my face was sad, sad and sad, and I wanted to cry without tears. On this snowy night, I can't do my filial piety by my mother's side but I have to cover the firewood door and go away miserably, I can't help but sigh:

What is the use of adopting a son? It's better not to have any.

2. "Thinking of Mother".

Yuan and Gong stared at the cave.

The frost killed the reeds and tears wet the clothes, and the white head had no more leaning on the firewood.

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

Translation: Seeing the frost destroying the reed flowers, I couldn't help but shed sad tears; The gray-haired old mother would never come to the door again and lean against the wooden door to look at me and see me. During the rainy season in May last year, the family ran out of food, so they had to go home with a robe and rice to support their mother.

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!

Translation: I stopped the car and looked back blankly around the area, feeling like a prisoner of Chu. Sorrow and sadness suddenly rose from it, and tears of sorrow were like tears in his throat.

My mother had just fallen seriously ill, and I wanted to send her to visit a famous doctor. But just when the car was rushing to pick me up, the heavens ruthlessly took away my loving mother! My mother can't repay her kindness for raising her, can she pursue other things in life?

Fourth, "The Grave of the Mother in the West".

Don Chan went to illness.

The shadow of the sun on the top of the high cover mountain is faint, and the independent birds are scarce at dusk.

The dripping wine in the forest was empty and weeping, and Ding Ning didn't see Ding Ning asking to return early.

Translation: The high cover of the mountain is reflected in the setting sun, and at dusk I am alone in the forest, and only a few birds return to nest. When I paid tribute to a few drops of liquor in front of my mother's grave, I couldn't stop my tears from flowing down, and I could no longer hear my mother's voice telling me to go home early.

5. "The Wanderer's Song".

Tang Mengjiao has a line in his mother's hand, and a 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.

Translation: A kind mother with a needle and thread in her hand, rushing to make new clothes for her children who are about to travel. Before leaving, a stitch was tightly sewn, for fear that his son's clothes would be damaged if he came back late. Who said that a weak filial piety like Xiaocao can repay the kindness of a mother like Chunhui Puze?

The verses praising motherly love are as follows:1. The line in the mother's hand, and 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. - Meng Jiao's "Wanderer's Yin".

2, the miserable Chaimen snowy night, at this time it is better to have a son than nothing. - Huang Jingren, "Farewell Mother".

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

4, Yaochi's mother's window opened, and Huang Zhu's singing voice was moving. - Li Shangyin, "Yao Chi".

5. Four-year-old and lonely, mother Zheng, swears by the festival, and destroys the school by the bend of the teaching. ——Ouyang Xiu, "Painting and Geography Book".

6. Mourn my parents, give birth to me and work hard. - The Book of Poetry "Little Ya Lingor".

7. Parents swallow and cry, and birds also cry. - Meng Jiao's "Yao Song".

8. Put the mother on the ditch and leave the family white and yin. ——Wang Anshi, "Fifteenth".

9. The south wind blows its heart, who will it spit it out for? The loving mother leans on the door, and the wanderer travels hard. - Wang Mian's "Mo Xuan Tu I".

10. When I came, my parents knew that they were in the next life, and they were like dying when they wore their clothes again. ——Wang Jian, "Crossing the Liao River".

11. The child's body is about to give birth, and the mother's body is like being in prison. - Xu Xi's "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

12, bow to the mother river beam, white hair and tears dry. - Huang Jingren, "Farewell Mother".

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

14. What is fatherless? What's the point of being motherless? - The Book of Poetry "Little Ya Lingor".

15, father and mother, the resistance is long, woo and mourn! Worry and sorrow. - Wang Zhaojun, "Complaints".