Mother's Day is here! These poems, for mother!

"Title Leaf Mother Roll Leaf Born Less Lost Mother and Born to Mother"

Ming Dynasty: Wang Shizhen

Zero night Xuan Frost embroidered maple tree, there are humble weeping autumn rain.

The East Nest is full of Milk and the West Nest is milky, and the beak is bloody and bitter.

The child grows up, the tail is full, and the male flies to the sky and the wind.

Vomiting dumb and dumb to comfort Wu, who said Ru Wu is not Ru Chick.

Parenting is more difficult than procreation, this is not an overnight thing, but a few years or more, and even exhaust a person's life.

"Augmenting the Sages, Part 1"

Only when the family knows that salt and rice are expensive, and the adopted son knows the kindness of his parents.

"The Lotus"

Zhou Dynasty: Anon

Tateshina, Artemisia.

Mourn your parents, give birth to me.

Tateshina, Bandit Yiwei.

Mourn your parents, give birth to me.

Look at the artemisia annua grow tall, but it is not artemisia but it is loose artemisia. Poor my dad and mom, raising me is too hard! Look at the curcuma snuggling up to each other, but it is not curcuma but only wei. Poor my dad and mom, raising me is too tiring!

"Ancient Poems for Yang Zhonghan's Mother Zhonghan's Mother died ten days ago"

Ming Dynasty: Yuan Hongdao

Ten days without knowledge, that knows that there is a loving mother.

Listen to people for a long time, and every word is sour.

Like a young Tang'er, he did not know the countryside.

From the people who asked Lu Lu, the tears of sorrow were like rain.

The grief was heartfelt, and there was no way to know it.

A yellow paper edict, ten miles of poplar wind.

A child with a mother is like a treasure, and a child without a mother is like a grass.

"Mo Xuan Tu · Part 1"

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.

Brilliant grass flowers, born under the north hall. The south wind blows the grass, swaying for whom to spit out the fragrance? The loving mother leans on the door and looks forward to the child, and the wanderer who travels far away is so bitter! The devotion to the parents is alienated every day, and the news of the child cannot be heard every day. Looking up at Gao Lin, I was ashamed to hear the call of the birds.

Xuancao represents the mother.

"Happy Garden"

Ming Dynasty: Zhang Hao

Chiseled cui mao is several acres wide, and the parents are honored to raise this Jun'an.

Laugh at him cool good hill gardener, do not plant Tsubaki Xuan plant peonies.

Leqin Garden, located in Xiguan, Suzhou (present-day Anhui), Fengyang Province in the Ming Dynasty, was built by Zhou Han for his parents during the Reign of Hongzhi.

Zeng Xian's "Records of leqinyuan" contains: set aside the land for the garden, Xue Mao for the Xuan, flowers and vegetables, and the second relative of the day, of which the heart is happy, because of the name of the covenant "Leqin Garden". Happy parents, as the name suggests, is to worship the parents and let the parents enjoy the joy. Tsubaki and Xuan, these two plants, represent father and mother. Happy garden, only plant Tsubaki, filial piety to parents.

Laugh at those dignitaries and nobles, who love to build private gardens, do not plant tsubaki and plant peonies, only for their own fun.

"Accustomed to Long Nights in Spring"

Modern: Lu Xun

Accustomed to long nights in the spring, the woman will have silky sideburns.

In the dream, there were still tears of the mother, and the head of the city changed the banner of the king.

Bear with watching his peers become new ghosts, angrily looking for small poems in the knife bush.

There is no place to write, and the moonlight shines like water on the clothes.

I was used to spending the spring time in the long nights, and my sideburns were gray and I was forced to leave with my wife and children. In my sleep, I seemed to see my kind mother weeping for me, and the various banners of the warlords were still changing at the head of the city.

"Si Mu"

Yuan Dynasty: With Gong

Frosted reeds wet with tears, white heads without reclining firewood.

Last May, Huang Meiyu was once dressed in rice.

The frost destroyed the reeds, and I couldn't help but shed tears of sadness; the white-haired old mother would never come to the door again and lean on the wood door to look forward to me. During the rainy season in May last year, the family's food was cut off, so they had to go home with rice and raise their mothers.

"Blessing Parents Poem"

Qing Dynasty: Cixi

The love of fathers and mothers in the world is the most true, and tears and blood dissolve into the bodies of children.

Exhaustion will eventually be a son, poor parents in the world!

It is hard to imagine that such a classic verse came from cixi's hand.

"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.

The little swallows were full of wings, and they never looked back, and flew away with the wind. Male and female swallows, shouting in the air, hoarse and exhausted, can not be called back. I had to go back to the empty nest and keep screaming all night! Old Yan, don't lament, you should think back to the past: think about the era when you were Milk Swallow, and you also went high, abandoning your parents at that time, how much your parents were worried about, today you should have experience!

"Nian Mu"

Song Dynasty: Hong Hao

There is no reason to blame for the restoration of life, but it can be willing to misbehave with kindness.

Drifting zero is different for three years of eunuchs, and the flesh is known to be hungry.

"To the Meaning of the Word Three Chapters of the Second Recitation of mother"

Ming Dynasty: Zhang Guowei

A wisp of dust does not hang on the chest, but the mourning mother is poor in the twilight.

Renren tin class can be unintentional, and the ancient times have been filial piety.

Zhang Guowei, Zi Yuxuan, a native of Dongyang, Zhejiang. He served as the inspector of the Ten Provinces of Jiangnan in the late Ming Dynasty, and later served as the Shangshu of the Bingbu Department. After the Qing soldiers entered the customs, they preferred to die rather than surrender, and martyred the country with their bodies.

In the first year of Hongguang (1645), he supported the Lu king Zhu Yihai to supervise the country, and the general soldier Fang Guoan rebelled, so he summoned his second son to ask him about his attitude towards life and death, the eldest son Shi Feng said that he would never steal his life, and the second son Shi Peng replied slightly slowly, and Zhang Guowei threw a stone stone and did not hit. Shi Peng wept about "calmly and generously, children and other willing as rapture, but grandmother is eighty years old...". At midnight, Zhang Guowei put on a crown, bid farewell to his mother, calmly gave three chapters of the Book of Death, and wrote: "Loyalty and filial piety cannot be complete, as a minister, friendship will die." The two of them are either loyal or filial, and each of them will do their own deeds, and do not let the great mother die, so that I will hold a grudge against the fountain! "Throw the pen to the ground, pay the suicide note to the second son, throw the garden pool and die, the year fifty has two." Later generations built the Zhang Guowei Ancestral Hall in the Huqiu Mountains of Suzhou as a memorial.

"Winter Solstice Mother" (excerpt)

Song Dynasty: Yu Li

The child travels ten miles, and the mother's heart is thousands of miles.

Once upon a time, I couldn't bear to stay away.