Poems praising mother s love, is there a metaphor for chopsticks

Don't be an old mother" Qing Huang Jingren.

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

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

Drying old clothes" Qing Zhou Shouchang.

The robe is still there, and the collar is torn but warm.

The heavy seams can't bear to be moved lightly, and there are old thread marks on the mother.

Sending my mother back to her hometown" Tang 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!

The Wanderer's Yin" Tang Mengjiao.

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

Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.

Who is careless and repays Sanchunhui?

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".

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

Mother, the first parent in the world; Mother's love, the first love in the world. The word is strict.

The only unpolluted love in the world is motherly love. When Ziyan succeeds, everyone is a friend. But only the mother - she is the partner when she fails. Zheng Zhenduo mourns his parents and gives birth to me. The Book of Songs

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

The virtue of the father, the inheritance of the son. The word is strict.

Parents Degao; Good education for children. Aphoristic Couplet

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

People see that it is good to give birth to boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women urge people to grow old. Tang Wang built the world's all-in-one parents; The rarest brother in the world. "Aphorisms".

Being a parent is the best in the world; As a child, the world is filial piety. "Aphorisms".

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

If the father is not kind, the son is not filial; If the brother is not a friend, the brother is disrespectful; The husband is unjust.

The woman is not going well. The North and the South are pushing Yan.

There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, there are no strict teachers and friends outside, and there are few successful people. Song Lu Gong wrote what his parents wanted, and I will continue to describe it; What my parents recount, I love. "Aphorisms".

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise but does not wait. "The Biography of Han Poems".

Haizi is a genius poet and a pure poet.

He describes love and motherly love: "The cabin of my hometown, the chopsticks, the jar of clean water, and the many days to come, the many farewells, are illuminated by you" (The Bride, 1984);

It is not a metaphor, but can be borrowed to express lyricism.

Mother is like a bright sun, which warms my heart.

Mother is like a gentle sunshine that fills me with hope.

My mother is like a towering tree, which makes me feel cool.

My mother puffed up the sails and let me reach the other side smoothly.

My mother is like a lit candle that allows me to see the light.

Mother is the earth, and I am the grass.

Mother is a green leaf, and I am a flower.

Mother is a golden beacon that shows me the way forward.

My mother is a paper umbrella that protects my young life.

My mother is a winter coat that keeps me warm at all times.

Mother is the driving force for revival, the source of strength, and the sail for progress.

Mother is a star in the world, always getting up early to get busy.

My mother is my alarm clock, waking me up on time every day.

My mother is a haven from the wind, so that I will no longer drift when I return home.

My mother is an old wine partner, and I deeply feel the strong sweetness.

My mother was a majestic teacher who taught me how to behave.

Mother is a silent old scalper, who endures humiliation and never complains.

Mother is a messenger of peace and brings peace to neighbors.

Mother is an unextinguished bonfire that has always warmed our Duan Jian's home.

The verses in praise of motherly love are as follows:

1, "The Wanderer's Yin" [Tang Dynasty] Meng Jiao.

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

Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.

Who is careless and repays Sanchunhui?

2, "Farewell Mother" [Qing] Huang Jingren.

Bow to the mother river beam, white hair and sorrow to see and tears in the eyes withered.

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

3, "Oak Staring Home at the End of the Year" [Qing] Jiang Shiquan.

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.

4, "Step Void" [Tang] Sikong Diagram.

A's mother taught the steps, and the three-yuan chief sent down the pengju.

Yun Shaoyun is customary, and the crane flies low and blows the treasure furnace.

5, "The Book of Poetry: Kaifeng" [Pre-Qin] 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.

Cold? Under the dredging. There were seven sons, and the mother worked hard.

Look at the yellow bird, carry its mountain sound. There are seven sons, and I don't comfort my mother's heart.

6, "Wanderer" [Tang] Meng Jiao.

Daylilies give birth to the hall steps, and the wanderer travels to the end of the world.

Relatives leaned against the door of the hall, and there were no daylily flowers.

Mother's love is like a big umbrella, holding up a warm harbor for her children in the storm; Mother's love is like a fan, fanning a cool breeze for her children under the scorching sun; A mother's love is like a lighthouse, shining a guiding light for her children in the sea of life.

Mother is a cup of dragon well in exhaustion. When you're weak, just a few bites can refresh you.

Mother is a guzheng in her troubles. When you are depressed, the elegant melody wafts and your eyes are immediately verdant.

Mother is a quilt on a winter night. When you shiver, the intimate care and warmth will make you sleep peacefully.

Mother is a breeze in frustration. When you are hesitant and sad, wipe away the sweat of anxiety for you and sort out your scattered thoughts.

Mother is a crutch in the midst of difficulties. When you falter, help you find a good center of gravity and support a field of hope.

Mother is a clear spring in the desert. When you are thirsty and sick, just a drop, and the rolling ocean of life will spread in your heart.

Mother is a flower in the midst of desolation. When you are lonely and melancholy, take a look at the eyes full of brilliance, smell the fragrance of the heart and spleen, and the soul will not be lonely.

Mother is a star in the night. When you don't know the direction, a soft light guides you to take a firm step.

Mother is a harbor on the voyage. When you bump and hurt, put your head on her arm, lick the wound, replenish your energy, and sail high again ......

Who is careless and repays Sanchunhui?

Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

Who is careless and repays Sanchunhui? (*Hee-hee.)

Whoever is careless will be rewarded with three springs.

All the glory and pride in the world comes from Mother. (Gorky).

Mother's love is a great flame. (Romain Rolland).

There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the call of the mother (Dante).

Mom, where you are, it's the happiest place (UK).

A mother's arms are made of loving-kindness, and how can a child not be sweet when she sleeps in them? (Hugo).

The sweetest word that a person's lips can utter is mother, and the most beautiful call is "mother" (Gibran).

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

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

How strongly, selfishly, fanatically motherly love occupies the feelings of our whole hearts. (Duncan).

In the child's mouth and heart, the mother is God. (UK).

How similar mothers all over the world! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has an extremely innocent heart. (Whitman).

Women are vulnerable, but mothers are strong (France).

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

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! ”

Wanderer's Groan. Mengjiao.

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt, the temporary dense seam, the fear of returning late, who is careless, and the three looks.

Mother's hand on the line. Wanderer's top. Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.