Mother's Day: Twelve Poems, Twelve Stories!

Of the 365 days a year, she spends 364 days "cutting through thorns."

In addition to the title "mother", what kind of person is she?

For her, the important thing about the festival is not the one-day song, but what mothers need more is that every day, they can feel your love.

The following poems, today, read to mothers, have a different meaning...

"Poetry Classic, Shao Feng, Kaifeng"

Pre-Qin: Anon

The triumphant wind blows from the south, blowing the thorny heart.

Thorn heart death, mother's labor.

The kaifeng blows from the south, blowing the thorn salary,

Mother's holy goodness, I have no man.

There is a cold spring, under the dredging,

There are seven sons, and the mother is laborious.

Yellow bird, carry its sound,

There are seven sons, and mo comforts the mother's heart.

More than 2500 years ago, it was also a day in early summer, the gentle south wind blew on the sour date tree, and the red tender thorns on the tree looked like "dying", just like "peach death", containing infinite luster of life. However, the sour date tree grows very slowly, and it needs the south wind to blow day and night to grow into a tree little by little.

When the poet's heart moved, he thought of his mother. Because when the baby is first born, it is like this death and thorn heart, and it is also under the care of the mother's love that it gradually grows into an adult.

This is the earliest poem in the history of Chinese literature to write maternal love. Today, we may rarely hear "Kaifeng", but we must all hear "Song of the Seven Sons". This song was sung all over the country in the year of Macao's return to the motherland. And it was inspired by this poem.

"Wandering Son"

Tang Dynasty: Mengjiao

The mother's hand is threaded, and the wanderer's body is clothed.

The seams are tightly sewn, and I am afraid that I will be late.

Whoever says anything will repay the three Chunhui!

The mother's love for her child is more or less the same, and every little thing you do is a big thing in her life.

When it's cold and you haven't worn thick clothes, she's anxious for you first; she's too lazy to get up for breakfast and doesn't eat, scolding you but silently bringing the meal to the bed for you; leaving home, constantly stuffing food in your suitcase... From the day you were born, you became the most important part of her life.

This poem, which is not the parting work of the young wanderer, but a reward that has been late for many years, is a poet's poem, in the year of destiny, ending his wanderings and reuniting with his mother.

This poem is more of a welcome ceremony to make up for life's regrets. Fifty-year-old Meng Jiao, seeing that his mother can finally raise his mother, remembers the scene of the young parting.

"Don't Be Old Mother"

Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren

Bow to the beams of the mother river,

The white hair looked at the tears and withered eyes.

Tragic firewood gate snowy night,

At this time, it is better to have children than nothing.

Huang Jingren repeatedly failed to succeed, had to leave his hometown, when he left, he saw his mother with white hair scattered and her tearful eyes dry, and her heart was sad and unbearable, and she wrote this tear-inducing "Don't Old Mother".

How many roads you have traveled, your mother will accompany you through how many roads, it turns out that your mother is the person who keeps plain with you, and the original companionship is the most beautiful appearance of happiness.

《Ink Xuan Tu》

Yuan Dynasty: Wang Tian

Brilliant grass flowers, under the North Hall of Luo Sheng.

The south wind blows its heart, shaking for whom to vomit?

The loving mother relies on the door, and the wanderer walks bitterly.

The day of gan is sparse, and the day of sound is obstructed.

Look up at the cloud forest, ashamed to listen to the birds.

In the West, there are carnations for mothers, and in China, there are grass flowers.

The grass flowers grow under the North Hall, so the North Hall represents the mother. Before each wanderer travels, he must plant grass in the north hall, hoping to alleviate his mother's thoughts and forget his troubles.

The grass flowers grow in the north hall, the south wind blows, the heart is tormented, when will the child be able to go home? The birds chirped and chirped, and the wanderer felt guilty in his heart and could not bear it in his heart.

"Sending My Mother Home"

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

Parking in a daze, trapping me into a Prisoner.

Sentimentality began, and tears of sorrow choked in the throat.

Mother Fang is seriously ill and wants to cast a famous doctor.

The car is in a hurry, and the sky is not left!

Mother's love is unrequited, and life is even more demanding!

His mother fell ill, and Li Shangyin sought medical treatment, but just after being delivered to the car, his mother died. The car stopped on the side of the road, and the poet's heart was at a loss. Sleepy heartache, sorrow and sadness rose from it, and sad tears were like fish in the throat.

"Mother's love has nothing to repay, and what is more to ask for in life!" Repaying the mother's love is a natural thing, as the Son of Man, if you can cure your mother's illness and repay your mother's kindness a little, there will be no regrets in life.

But Heaven was unforgiving and took away my mother!

Mother's love is boundless, nothing to repay, so what else can be pursued in life!

"The Tomb of the Mother of the West"

Tang Dynasty: Chen went to disease

High Cover Mountain Head Sun Shadow Micro,

At dusk, the birds are rare.

Weeping in the woods,

I didn't see Ding Ning asking me to return early.

The sun tilted to the west, the shadow of the sun gradually disappeared, and the birds and beasts all returned to their nests to sleep. The poet drank alone, paying homage to his mother, and the tears wet his face.

The Son wants to raise and does not wait. Since then, his hometown is no longer his hometown, no one will tell him to go home early, and no one will wait for his return at Chaimen.

"Si Mu"

Song Dynasty: With Gong

Frost meteorite reed tear wet suit,

The white head has no return to the firewood.

Last May Huangmeiyu,

Zeng Dian 袈裟籴米 returned.

The frost hit the reeds, the poet wet his clothes with tears, and his heart was desolate, and he would never see his mother leaning on the firewood again in this life waiting for his return.

Last year's rainy season, the situation of returning from pawning and negative rice is vividly remembered, but now it is only full of nostalgia. Although things are, people are no longer human, and yin and yang are eternally separated.

There are too many regrets in life, only companionship is the longest confession of affection!

"Twilight Home"

Qing Dynasty: Jiang Shiquan

The heart of the beloved son is endless, and the return home is happy and tasty.

The needle and thread of the cold clothes are dense, and the ink marks of the home letter are new.

Meet pity thin, Hu'er asked bitterly.

Humble and ashamed of the son of man, do not dare to sigh the wind and dust.

The son traveled home, and the mother was happy. My mother was sewing a warm cotton coat, with fine stitches, lest it wasn't strong enough; the ink marks on the family letter were still new, and the thoughts that had not been sent out were written in time.

The mother began to see her son's thin face, and her heart was very pity, so she quickly called her son to herself, carefully inquired about the wind and dust along the way, asked long and short questions, repeatedly, and tirelessly.

The son was already guilty because he had not fulfilled his responsibility to serve his mother, so he did not dare to talk about the difficulties of wandering outside, and let his mother worry in vain.

"Step Void"

Tang Dynasty: Sikong Tu

A mother teaches step by step,

The three-yuan long dispatched the pot.

Yunshao rhymes and stops Yaoser,

The crane flies low to whisk the treasure furnace.

Teach children to walk and teach children to learn etiquette. Mother was our first teacher.

If there is no mother's dedication, mother's sacrifice, mother's great selfless love, will the world still have warmth and sunshine?

"CiWu Night Cry"

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Ci Wu lost his mother and spat out a hoarse voice.

Day and night do not fly away, through the years to guard the old forest.

Midnight and midnight, smeller for the placket.

As told in the voice, the heart is not fully fed.

The birds are motherless, and they mourn deeply.

It should be the mother's kindness, so that Er will not be responsible.

In the past, there were Wu Qi people, and the mother was not killed.

The hearts of the disciples are not as good as the birds.

Ciwu Fu Ciwu, the bird of the former ginseng.

Ciwu is a smaller kind of crow, which has the virtue of motherly kindness and filial piety, so it is called Ciwu.

Ciwu lost his mother, has been wandering, staying in the woods, dumb and crying, after people hear it, it is difficult to hide their inner sorrow, reflecting on whether they have fulfilled their filial piety. Birds are still like this, how can people be embarrassed.

The mother is here, and there is still a place in life. As long as there is a mother, you can be a little childish, as long as there is a mother, there is the last tolerance and dependence.

"Fifteen"

Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi

Put the mother han ditch on the ditch, leave the family white Yin.

Yue Ming smelled Du Yu, and the north and south were always concerned.

On the night of the full moon, the mother heard the cries of the cuckoo and remembered her son who was wandering outside, although the north and south were separated, but still deeply concerned.

A few words portrayed the moving scene of the mother worrying about her son thousands of miles away on the night of the full moon.

From childhood, adolescence, to standing, in the eyes of our mother, we are always a child, and we are concerned by her. She is like a bright moon, sheltering us all her life.

"Yan Shi Shi Liu Shuo"

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

There are double swallows on the beams, males and females.

Between the two rafters, one nest gives birth to four children.

The four children are long day and night, and the sound of food is diligent.

Green insects are not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no full age.

Although the claws are eager, their hearts are tireless.

Ten to come and go, fearing hunger in the nest.

After thirty days of hard work, the mother's thin chicks gradually became fat.

Murmuring words, brushing sweaters one by one.

Once the wings are formed, lead to the branches of the court.

Raise your wings without looking back, and fly with the wind.

The male and female chirped in the air, and the sound did not return.

But he went into an empty nest and chirped all night long.

Yan Yan'er should not be sad, and Erdang should return to his own thoughts.

Si'er is the day of the chick, and goofy carries his mother.'

Parents read it at the time, and today they should know.

Taking the swallow as a metaphor for people, the poet tirelessly used a lot of space to tell how swallows raise children. They come out early and return late, build nests, hunt as much as they can, feed their children, groom their feathers, and teach them to catch insects and fly.

When the swallows grew up, they flew away, leaving two old swallows, shouting in the nest with exhaustion. Old Yan, didn't you leave your parents like that? Your parents missed you that way, and you should know by now.

If you want your children to be filial to themselves, they should first take the lead in filial piety to their parents. When we grow up and start a family, we will miss these times more and more. When the number of meetings with my mother is getting less and less, I realize that life is really not too long, some companions can't wait, don't be too late.