Poems in praise of mothers, the more touching the better

Updated on culture 2024-06-13
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  1. Anonymous users2024-02-11

    Poems in Praise of Mother:

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

    In October, the fetus is heavy, and the three lives are light. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

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

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

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

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

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

    Thousands of loves, thousands of graces, love me, who know my parents? "Children's Language".

    The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, pulling up the sleeves of her shirt and leaving it behind. Tang Han Yu Mu Yi Hui Tong tube, Wu Su Shen Mang Silent Night Terrace. "Collection of Aphorisms".

    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.

  2. Anonymous users2024-02-10

    The wanderer is on the line in the mother's hand, and the wanderer is on the top. Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

  3. Anonymous users2024-02-09

    The poem in praise of the mother is as follows:

    1, "The Wanderer's Yin" Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao's mother's hand is on the line, and the wanderer's shirt is topped. 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, "Farewell Mother" Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren went to worship his mother Heliang, and his white hair was sad and his eyes were dry. The miserable snowy night in Chaimen, at this time, it is better to have a son than nothing.

    3, "Mother and Son" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's mother and son, son and mother, crying bitterly without light during the day. The general of the Kansai Hussars, went to defeat the new strategy of the year.

    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. Welcoming the new and abandoning the old is not observed, and the old is full of sorrow, and the sorrow is left 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.

    4, "Fifteen" Tang Dynasty: Wang Anshi put his mother on the ditch and left his family in Bai Hanyin. When the moon heard Du Yu, the north and the south always cared.

    5, "Thinking of Mother" Yu Gong frost fell reed flowers and tears wet clothes, and the white head was not leaning on the firewood. In the Huangmei rain in May last year, Zeng pawned the robe and returned to the rice.

  4. Anonymous users2024-02-08

    The poems in praise of the mother are as follows:1. The loving mother is worried about the rash, and the family thinks of Qilai. ——Liu Changqing, "Traveling to the North to Reward Meng Yunqing to See Mail".

    2. The triumphant wind blows from the south. The thorny heart is dying, and the mother's spine is struggling. —The Book of Songs

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

    4. No one sees the bamboo shoots, and the mother sleeps on the sand. - Du Fu's "Nine Quatrains".

    5. The mother gives birth to many children, and the mother has mercy. There is no mother's pity, and the son would rather not be sad. ——Han Yu's "Ten Songs of Piano Exercises, Walking on Frost Exercises".

    6. The love of the son is endless, and he is happy to return home. ——Jiang Shiquan, "Coming Home at the Twilight".

    7. Is there a cold spring? Under the dredging. There were seven sons, and the mother worked hard. —The Book of Songs

    8. People only rely on breastfeeding, and mothers don't know how to be kind. - Meng Jiao's "Ziqing Poems and Cherry Blossoms".

    9. A loving mother is afraid of entering the table with her children, and she is more protective of the chickens and chicks. ——Han Yu's "Shooting and Training Bridge and Transporting Fox".

    10, the sour geese lost the night, and cut off Hu'er's love for the mother's voice. ——Li Ji, "Listening to Dong Da's Playing Hu Ji and Sending Messages to Make a Room for Things".

    11, go to the mother river beam, and look at the tears in the white hair. - Huang Jingren, "Farewell Mother".

    12. Abandon the kindness of parents and swallow your voice. - Du Fu's "Nine Songs of the Former Stopper".

    13. Chirping birds and dire eagles rise, and the displaced people return to their parents. ——Jia Island, "Song of Virtue and Jia Changshi".

    14, the two are mothers, not weak and ancient. ——Cen Shen "Liangzhou to Yu Huai Koji Erxiucai, then presented Yu Xin poems to the great judge of Koji".

    15. Persuade the gentleman not to hit the branch birds, and the son will return to his mother in the nest. - Bai Juyi, "Bird".

  5. Anonymous users2024-02-07

    The poems in praise of the mother are as follows:1.Being a parent is the best in the world; As a child, the world is filial piety. - Aphorisms

    2.Male and female chirped in the air, and the sound was not returned. ——Bai Juyi, "Yan Poems Show Liu Suo".

    3.When he met Pian Qingqing, Hu'er asked about the hardships. ——Jiang Shiquan, "Coming Home at the Twilight".

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

    5.The Ming Dynasty was empty, and the mother and son cried with each other. - Lu You's "October 28th Wind and Rain".

    6.Parents are hard, especially mothers. - Xu Xi's "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

    7.The mother is hanging and Huitong is in charge, and Wusu is silent and silent. "Collection of Aphorisms".

    8.Sir is the day of the chick, and when he flies high and carries his mother. ——Bai Juyi, "Yan Poems Show Liu Suo".

    9.The hakama anvil is moving, and the parents are singing. - Guan Xiu's "Shangsun Envoy".

    10.There is a grandmother who has not been defeated, and there is no end to the skirt. - Du Fu, "Stone Entrenchment".

    11.Parents read it at that time, and you should know it today. ——Bai Juyi, "Yan Poems Show Liu Suo".

    12.Thousands of loves, thousands of graces, love me, who know my parents? - Children's Rent Trembling".

    13.Bow to the mother river beam, white hair and tears dry. - Huang Lu Yu Jingren "Farewell Mother".

    14.Mother and son, son and mother, crying bitterly without light during the day. - Bai Juyi's "Mother and Son".

    15.Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs. ——Meng Jiao, "The Wanderer's Yin, Welcoming the Mother's Drift".

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

    17.Don't be happy if you have a child, don't sigh if you don't have a child. - Tang Hanyu.

    18.What is it like to have no father, and what is it necessary to be without a mother? —The Book of Songs

  6. Anonymous users2024-02-06

    Poems in Praise of Mother:1. "The Book of Songs".

    The knotweed, the artemisia. Mourn my parents, give birth to me, and work hard.

    The knotweed, the bandit Yiwei. Mourn my parents, give birth to me and work hard.

    The bottle is gone, and the shame is maintained. The life of the fresh people is not as long as death.

    What's wrong with being fatherless? What's the point of being motherless? If you go out, you will be a shirt, and if you enter, you will be in the middle.

    My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me.

    Pick me up and feed me, grow me and raise me, take care of me and restore me, and go in and out of my belly.

    If you want to repay the virtue, Haotian is reckless!

    The South Mountain is fierce, and the wind is blowing. The people are not in the valley, I am alone!

    The law of the South Mountain, the wind of the Ferver. The people are not in the valley, I am alone!

    2, "National Style, Sao 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, "Repatriation".

    Don Du Fu. Ji Zi is a good man, when he learned to speak the year before last.

    Ask the surname of the person who knows the guest, and recite the old man's poem.

    The world is chaotic and pitiful, and the family is poor and depends on the mother's kindness.

    The deer gate is not successful, and the goose foot is difficult.

    The army of heaven and earth is full, and the mountains and rivers are sad.

    Avoid losing each other, and dare to resign late when you see the day.

    4, "Will Return to the Old Mountain and Leave Mengjiao".

    Don Bao Rong. There is no sharp blade in the selection of wood, and there is no ingenuity in the envy of fish.

    How not to measure the strength and take the middle of the poor.

    The former is not tired of farming and does not leave his relatives for a day.

    Thousands of miles away, my mind is not in my body.

    A mother's heart, only wishes are like people.

    Sericulture can be a little, and clothes are always new.

    A meal of spitting ruler silk, who sees this courtesy.

    Don't go back to the plough and burn the wheels with fire.

    5. "Send Zhang Shenming to Jingzhou and Jingzhou Province".

    Don Meng Haoran.

    Fifteen years of colorful clothes, before the mother of Chenghuan.

    Filial piety because of the year of tribute, Huai orange to Qinchuan.

    Four tweets, Zhonglang Xu Zhongxuan.

    Don't go boating on the river, who doesn't look up to the gods.

    6, "Fifteen".

    Song Wang Anshi.

    Put the mother on the ditch and leave the family white.

    When the moon heard Du Yu, the north and the south always cared.

    7, "Meng Dongye Lost His Son".

    - Tang Hanyu. If you lose your son, you will go to you, and I will go to Youtian.

    The female real master is the subordinate, and what is the bias with the seizure.

    What is he in the woman, it is to make the fan and extend.

    What a sin this is innocent, life and death.

    I can't hear it from time to time, and I cry to the spring.

    The earth was saddened and shrunk for a long time.

    It is called the big spirit turtle and rides the cloud gate of heaven.

    Ask God's subordinates, thin and uneven.

    Heaven and earth are said to be unrelated.

    I hang the sun and the moon, I am the stars and the stars.

    The sun and the moon are devouring, and the stars are turning upside down.

    I don't have a woman's sin, I know that it is not a woman's cause.

    And each has its own part, who can make it so.

    There are children and no children, and there are blessings and misfortunes.

    The roe is full of the mother's belly, and they want to pity whoever they want.

    The thin waist is not self-breastfeeding, and the family is often lonely and widowed.

    The owl pecks at the mother's brain, and the mother dies and the child begins to turn.

    When a pit viper gives birth to a child, it cracks its intestines and liver.

    Although the good son is good, he has not repaid his kindness and diligence.

    The wicked man shall not speak, but the owl and the pit viper shall be.

    Don't be happy if you have a child, don't sigh if you don't have a child.

    The saints do not wait to be taught, and the virtuous people move when they hear the words.

    The next foolish words are confused, although there is no reason to teach.

    Da Lington's head was accepted, and he returned his life on the same day.

    The earth is called a great spirit, and the woman goes to tell him.

    Dongye dreams at night, and has a husband's clothes.

    Breaking into his house, three words of heaven.

    Goodbye to Xie Xuanfu again, and rejoice in sorrow.

  7. Anonymous users2024-02-05

    Hymns in praise of mothers are:

    Wandering Ziyin Author] Meng Jiao [Dynasty] Tang.

    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."Tanka Xing?

    Author] Wang Jian [Dynasty] Tang.

    The first man is born, and the sun is first rising. Late to go up the mountain, sick to go down the mountain. Thirty-six thousand dynasties in one hundred years, laughing and digging at night will be strong for half a day. There are songs and dances, and there is no need to do it early, yesterday is better than today.

    People see that men and women are good, but they don't know that men and women urge people to grow old. Tanka line, no music.

    3."Coming Home at Twilight".

    Author] Jiang Shiquan 【Dynasty】Qing Dynasty.

    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.

    Maternal love. Maternal love.

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