Happy Mother's Day! 10 exquisite poems for the Great Mother

All the love in the world points to being together, only the love of parents, to parting.

Long Yingtai said: Slowly and slowly, I have come to understand that the so-called father-daughter mother-son relationship only means that your fate with him is that you are constantly watching his back in this life and this life. You stand at this end of the path, watching him fade away into the bend of the path, and he silently tells you with his back: no need to chase.

Today is Mother's Day, the love of mothers is deep and selfless, and we feel the mother's love in the poems through ten poems.

"Wandering Son"

Don 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 be rewarded with three Chunhui.

The poem is titled Meng Jiao's self-annotated: "Yingmu Li shangzuo." ”

Mengjiao was a wanderer in his early years, and his life was poor and destitute, until he was fifty years old, he received a humble position as a lieutenant of Liyang County, ended his long years of wandering and displacement, and took his mother to live with him.

The mother's love is always so deep, the filial piety of the children is as weak as the grass, and the mother's grace is as deep as the light of the sun. How does the heart of the grass repay the light of the sun?

"Twilight Home"

Qing 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.

Every time she comes home, when the mother sees the child, she will say: How is it thin, is it particularly hard outside?

Whenever this happens, we are ashamed, and we feel ashamed whenever we look at our mother's concern and think back to the limited amount we have done for our mother.

"Mother and Son"

Don Bai Juyi

Mother and son, children and mothers, day and day without light and crying bitterness.

Kansai Hussar Grand General, who broke the new strategy last year.

With two million dollars, Luoyang welcomed him like a flower man.

The new people usher in the old people abandoned, and the lotus in the palm of the hand has a thorn in the eye.

Welcoming the new and abandoning the old is not enough sorrow, and sorrow is left in the king's family for two children.

At the beginning of the line, I sat down and sat down and cried and led people's clothes.

Mr. and Mrs. Ru's new Yanwan separated my mother and son.

Not as good as the forest crow and magpie, the mother does not lose the chick male and female.

It should resemble 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 Chamber Woman.

I hope that the general will make a great contribution, and there will be more newcomers than Ru.

The forced separation of mothers and children is the most heart-wrenching.

The general abandoned his wife, and mother and son were separated. The only thing the mother could not rest assured of was her two young children. A child who has lost his mother is not as good as a bird in the forest.

When every mother encounters the tragedy of her life, the most worried thing is not herself, but her child. And that's the greatness of motherhood.

《Ink Xuan Tu》

[Yuan] 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.

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

Brilliant grass flowers, born under the north hall. The south wind blows the grass, swaying for whom to spit out the fragrance? The kind mother leaned on the door and looked forward to the child, and the wanderer who traveled far away was 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 a forest of clouds, I was ashamed to hear the call of the birds.

The Book of Verses

Tateshina, Artemisia spp.;

Mourn your parents, give birth to me.

Tateshina, Bandit Yiwei;

Mourn your parents, give birth to me.

The bottle is exhausted, the shame of Wei Wei.

The life of a fresh person is not as long as the death!

What's wrong with fatherlessness? Why be motherless?

Out is the tyrant, in is the same.

The Father gave birth to me, and the Mother bowed to me.

Pick me up and feed me, grow me and nurture me,

Take care of me and repeat me, in and out of the belly me.

The virtue of wanting to repay. Hao Tian yi ji!

The South Mountain is fierce, and the wind is blowing.

The people are not in the valley, what harm do I do alone?

The Law of the Southern Mountains, the Wind And The Wind.

The people are not alone, I am not alone!

"Mourn my parents, give birth to me", my poor parents, I have worked hard to raise me!

When we fall to the ground, we begin to bathe in the sunshine and rain of motherhood. Because of the mother's loving care, we little seedlings thrive.

Wind and rain are coming, setbacks are coming, suffering is coming, don't be afraid, because there will be a mother to support us on a sunny day.

"Guofeng Shaofeng Kaifeng"

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

Thorn heart death, mother's labor.

The triumphant wind blows from the south, blowing the thorns.

Mother's holy goodness, I have no man.

Is there a cold spring? Under the dredging.

There are seven sons, and the mother is laborious.

Yellow bird with a good eye, carry its sound.

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

The mother is like the warm south wind, and the child is like the bud of the jujube tree, with the mother's hard work, the children grow up one by one, and the mother's kindness cannot be repaid.

Youth will pass away; love will wither; the green leaves of friendship will wither. But the love of the mother is eternal.

"Si Mu"

Song Yuangong

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

Last May, Huang Meiyu was once dressed in rice.

Not long after he left home with Gong, his father saw his back, leaving the old mother poor and alone. Although he also lived a poor and indifferent life, he still helped his old mother from time to time. Now my mother is gone, and all that is left is nostalgia.

When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only the mother – she is the partner when she fails.

"CiWu Night Cry"

Don 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 had lost its mother, and had been crying hoarsely in sorrow, guarding the old woods morning and night, refusing to fly away all year round. Every day in the middle of the night, they mourn and cry, and the people who hear it can't help but wet their clothes with tears, and Ciwu's crying seems to be lamenting that he has not fulfilled his filial piety in time.

"The son wants to be raised and the relatives are not there" is the saddest thing in the world. The loss of a loving mother is like a flower in a bottle, although it is still fragrant, but it has lost its roots.

"Sending My Mother Home"

Don Lee Shang-yin

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 was seriously ill, which made Li Shangyin grief-stricken.

Everything else in the world is false and empty, and only the Mother is true, eternal, and immortal.

"Don't Be Old Mother"

Qing Huang Jingren

Pray to the mother river beam, white hair sad to see tears withered eyes.

On the night of the tragic firewood, it is better to have a son than nothing.

Huang Jingren went out to run errands for the government, and on a stormy night, he bid farewell to his wife and daughter and farewell to his old mother, and wrote this poem to express his sad feelings.

On the night of the snow and wind, saying goodbye to the mother, looking at the mother's old face, I can't help but sigh: What is the use of adopted sons? It's better not to have one.

The mother's heart is an abyss, and in its deepest recess you will always be forgiven.

Ji Xianlin said: No matter what reputation, what status, what happiness, and what honor in the world, it is not as good as staying by her mother's side, even if she does not know a word, even if she eats sorghum cakes all day.

Today is Mother's Day.

If you are around your mother, then you are extremely lucky, please cherish the days around your mother. Please cherish your mother's love. (This article comes from the network)