Poems about daughters honoring their mothers, poems praising mothers and sons

"Kaifeng" - the pre-Qin "Book of Songs".

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.

Mother and Son" - Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty.

Mother and son, son and mother, crying bitterly without light during the day. The general of the Kansai Hussars, last year he broke the new Ce Xun. Given 2 million in money, Luoyang welcomed like a flower man.

The new person ushers in the old man abandoned, and the lotus flower in the palm of his hand is a thorn in his eye. It is not sad enough to welcome the new and abandon the old, and the sadness is to leave two children in the Jun family. At the beginning, he sat at the beginning, sat and cried, and led people's clothes.

With your husband and wife's new Yanwan, my mother and son were separated. It is not as good as the black and magpie in the forest, and the mother does not lose the chick male and female. It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, and the flowers fall with the wind in the branches.

Newcomers and newcomers listen to me, Luoyang Infinite Red Mansion Girl. I hope that the general will regain his meritorious service, and there will be more newcomers than you.

Ciwu Night Cry" - Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty.

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.

1."Mother and Son".

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi.

Mother and son, son and mother, crying bitterly without light during the day.

The general of the Kansai Hussars, last year he broke the new Ce Xun.

Given 2 million in money, Luoyang welcomed like a flower man.

The new person ushers in the old man abandoned, and the lotus flower in the palm of his hand is a thorn in his eye.

It is not sad enough to welcome the new and abandon the old, and the sadness is to leave two children in the Jun family.

At the beginning, he sat at the beginning, sat and cried, and led people's clothes.

With your husband and wife's new Yanwan, my mother and son were separated.

It is not as good as the black and magpie in the forest, and the mother does not lose the chick male and female.

It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, and the flowers fall with the wind in the branches.

Newcomers and newcomers listen to me, Luoyang Infinite Red Mansion Girl.

I hope that the general will regain his meritorious service, and there will be more newcomers than you.

2."Triumph Wind".

Xianqin: Anonymous.

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."Thinking of Mother".

Song Dynasty: With Gong.

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.

4."Ciwu Night Cry".

Tang Dynasty: 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."Mo Xuan Tu I".

Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian.

Brilliant daylily flowers, under the North Hall of Rasheng.

The south wind blows its heart, and who does it shake and vomit for?

The loving mother leans on the door, and the wanderer travels hard.

The willingness is sparse day by day, and the sound is blocked by the day.

Raise your head to look at the cloud forest, and be ashamed to listen to the words of the wise bird.

Verses in praise of the filial piety of the mother and the son: the line in the hand of the loving mother, the shirt of the wandering son. Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

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

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. - Meng Jiao's "The Wanderer's Yin".

1. The fetus is heavy in January, and the reward for three lives is light. --Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety

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

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

4. Don't be happy if you have a child, don't sigh if you don't have a child. Bending Rent Pei - Don Han Yu.

5. 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, "Arriving Home at the Twilight of the Year".

6. In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are the only way for their ideal self to come again. Fei Xiaotong's former mother was there, and the prodigal son did not feel cold. --Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety

7, bow to the mother river beam, white hair, skin sorrow and tears withered. The miserable snowy night in Chaimen, at this time, it is better to have a son than nothing. --Huang Jingren, "Farewell Mother".

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