Urgent! What are some poems in praise of mothers?

All the stars in the sky are her children, and the stars are like many brothers and sisters, who love each other in one big family.

When I grew up, I traveled far away for the first time, and without saying a word, I put the clothes I had sewn with my own hands, and put all your love into my bag with a selfless heart like the moon.

In that star-twinkling dream, how many times have you covered me with the quilt that fell to the side, and the tears of my concern beat on the road under my feet, and every tear is a poem in praise of my mother.

Mother, I saw the smiling face of the sun again.

I see it again, your sunny eyes.

Mother, I know.

As long as there is a sun shining on the earth.

Your smile will always be there.

Mother in contact with the land.

Oh mother kissing the crops.

The smell of sunlight on your body.

Forge your metal character.

Record your strength and perseverance.

Mother, I know.

Your sunny smile.

Stay on the land where you work.

Grow a green piece of hope.

Grow up with the joy of growing up as children.

Grow a story of not bowing to poverty.

Grow out of your mature expectations.

Mother, I know.

Your sunny smile.

Stay in the small courtyard of the farmhouse.

Lit up the fire in the stove room.

A symphony that lights up pots and pans.

Lighting up the strong voice of your life.

It lit up the boiling blood of the children.

Mother, I know.

Your sunny smile.

It strengthened the majesty of the children out of the mountains.

Open your hands to the outside world.

Confidence to meet the storm.

Mother, I know.

Your sunny smile.

Doomed to your hands.

Never give up words related to labor.

A verb that needs no annotation in a lifetime.

It seems to you just a simple repetition.

Mother, I know.

It doesn't matter where I'm going.

Direction** No matter how far the road lies ahead.

There will be your smile with you every step of the way.

Warms my trip and atrium.

Mother, I know.

Your smile shines in the sun.

The sun shines brightly on your smile.

Wanderer Yin [Tang] Meng Jiao Mother's hand is on the line, 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! Thank you.

Mother, you are a lotus leaf, I am a red lotus, the raindrops in my heart are coming, except for you, who is my shade under the unobstructed sky!

Mother, you are a big tree, you are a flower.

Kangqiao's poem "Absolute Love" in praise of his mother

Poems in praise of the mother:

1, "The Wanderer's Yin" - Mengjiao in the Tang Dynasty.

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!

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?

2, "Coming Home at the Twilight" - Jiang Shiquan of the 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.

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.

3, "Farewell Mother" - Huang Jingren of the Qing Dynasty.

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.

4, "General Mother" - Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty.

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

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

Translation: I took my mother to Hangou, but my family was still in Baixun. On the night of the full moon, the mother suddenly heard the voice of the cuckoo and remembered her son who was away from home. Although the south and the north are thousands of miles apart, there is still a deep concern in my heart.

5, "Mo Xuan Tu I" - the crown of the Yuan Dynasty.

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.

Translation: The brilliant daylily flower is born under the north hall. The south wind blows the daylilies, swaying for whom is the fragrance?

The kind mother leaned against the door and looked forward to the child, and the wanderer who traveled far away was so miserable! The devotion to the parents is estranged every day, and the news of the children cannot be transmitted every day. Looking up at the high woods, I was ashamed to hear the call of the wise birds.

The poems in praise of the mother are as follows:1. The fetus in October is heavy, and the reward for three lives is light. "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. The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, and the sleeves of her shirt were not stopped. Han yu;

5. The four sons are scattered, and the mother's voice is still there. Li Qunyu.

6. Sier is the day of the chick, and when he flies high and carries his mother. Bai Juyi;

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

8. How many tears have always been stained by hand sewing clothes. PENG Gui;

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

10. The sericulture can be a little, and the clothes are always new. Bao Rong;

11. Farewell to the old mother and son, calling the sky and the wild grass. White horses surround the flag, screaming and chasing each other. Li bai;

12. If the father is not kind, the son is not filial; If the brother is not a friend, the brother is disrespectful; If the husband is unjust, the woman will not be obedient. Yan Zhitui.

1. Poems in praise of mothers:

Mother, like the winter sun, encourages me, comforts me, and warms my heart when I encounter setbacks.

Mother, Mother is like a light in the night, when I am lost, she will guide me, illuminate me, and walk towards the light.

Mother, mother is like the bright moon in the autumn night, when I am lonely and helpless, she will accompany me, support me, and give me confidence.

Mother, she is busy for me all day long, tirelessly, without regrets.

So, on this annual Mother's Day, 2, poems in praise of mom:

Mother Jian is as humble as moss, solemn as the morning light, soft as the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River, as hard as a thousand years of cold jade, when she raises her eyes, she is the bright moon, when she lowers her head, she is reckless earth.

A mother's care and love for her children is selfless and great, and it is also a common subject in literature.

For example, Bingxin is known for singing the praises of maternal love, and there are many poems in ancient times that praise maternal love, such as the Tang Dynasty poet Meng Jiao's "The Wanderer's Yin", which shows the mother's meticulous care for her children. Here's a poem in praise of Mother:

Poems for Mother

It's your flesh and blood.

Condensed my petite body.

It's your sweet milk.

Watered my soul.

My little happiness.

It's all spent in your affection.

My fond memories.

It's about playing on your shoulders and knees.

Wait until I grow up.

Mother, the black hair that used to float on the tip of your nose.

but like the autumn leaves.

Slowly falling apart. Your hand brushing your chubby smiling face.

but like the dead bark of the late autumn.

Deep wrinkles crawl up your face.

Witness the vicissitudes of your parenting.

It also tells of your miracles.

I would like to write a poem for you.

only to find that the sea of words was exhausted.

But I can't find a word that represents your merits.

I want to sing a song for you.

only to find that there was no melody.

It can express the miracle of your life.

Dear Mother.

Your ordinariness and greatness.

There is no one to comment.

Because there is no one.

It is possible to desecrate your friendship.

You are like the sea. Embrace everything for the Son.

You are like the land. Xiyi, who holds up the growth of children.

Great love is speechless. True love has no regrets.

You've spent your life interpreting.

Mother! You are the moon, in the dark, I am no longer afraid, with you in winter, I no longer feel cold, Mother! You warm me like the sun, I will not be cold again, my mother is humble as moss, solemn as the morning light, when the moon is raised, she is the bright moon, when she bows her head, she is the reckless earth.

Write words that praise your mother like a dear, thank you.

Mother's love is like a mountain.

A mother's love is like a tree.

To the mountains, we are the brook in the mountains.

To the big tree, we are the leaves on the tree.

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