Poems, novels, essays and other works describing maternal love.

1, The Wandering Sons

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

2, "Don't be an old mother" Huang Qing Zhongze

The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.

3. Wang Anshi of Song Dynasty in the Tenth Five-Year Plan

Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.

4. "Arriving home at the end of the year" Qingjiang Shiquan

I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains. If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.

5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Bai Juyi

Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying. General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year. Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan. New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side. It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home. At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes. With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated. It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females. It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl. I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you.

6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen

A loving mother loves her young, and Zhao is the Crown Prince. The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle. There is no six-foot orphan under the knee, and a Zhao is not born in May. At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks more than four drums. A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout? What's more, Han Wangjin stabbed a silver axe in front of the bed, which was a disaster.

7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan noodles

Brilliant day lily flowers, Luosheng North Hall. The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit? A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk. May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.

8. "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu

Who is not crazy, who is not crazy, who will go to the palace to call the Taoist priest? The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city. Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang. It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position. Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood. Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty? Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end. It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies. Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts?

9, "Short Songs" Tang

When a person is born, he rises at dawn. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill. Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better. There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today. People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. Short songs, no music.

10, Tang's answer to the elderly in Daibei House

The old man with a negative salary went to Zhou Bei. He looked at Wang Bei's hometown. He said that the old man had three sons, all of whom had died in Huangsha. Now that the child has just grown up, he will confess next year. Knowing this, we will fall apart and cannot live and die together. Borrow a farm house from Wu next door, and then go to the countryside alone. It's even harder to have more children. Recently, it is said that the Emperor advocates martial arts and vegetables, and Qiang Bing wants to be quiet. Ensuring border security is a long-term policy, so there is no need to expel China people.

1 1, "night shift" Tang

The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad. Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.

12, Buxu Tang Sikong Map

A mother failed to teach, and three yuan was sent to the kettle. Shao Yunyun vulgar stop Yao color, Luan River low flying brush treasure furnace.

13, Tang, send Zhang to Jingzhou to learn from the scriptures.

In the colorful fifteenth year, before trying to be a loving mother. Lian Xiao paid tribute at the age of 20, and Huai Ju went to Qinchuan. Four tweets, Zhong. Don't row on the river, who doesn't look to the gods.

A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return. Liu An [Korea]

In October, the baby is heavy and the reward is light. Song of exhorting filial piety

One-foot-three baby, ten years and eight years' work. Song of exhorting filial piety

The mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet. Song of exhorting filial piety

The mother's bitter son has not seen it yet, and the child's mother is uneasy. Song of exhorting filial piety

My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. Song of exhorting filial piety

With a loving mother, the prodigal son does not feel cold. Song of exhorting filial piety

I didn't know my parents when I loved them. Children's language

The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. Han Yu

When the mother instrument hangs down, it is bright and the night platform is silent. Motto collection

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? [Tang] Meng Jiao

Yesterday, Meng Mu chose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. Three Character Classic

Mother, the first relative in the world; Motherly love is the first love in the world. Strict words

The only unpolluted love in the world is maternal love. Strict words

When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is the partner of failure. zheng zhenduo

Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. The Book of Songs

What's wrong with having no father? What's wrong with not having a mother? The Book of Songs

A father's virtue is a son's legacy. Strict words

Parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. Motto couplets

Don't be happy with children, and don't sigh without children. Han Yu

Everyone knows that it is good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women will make people old. Wang Jian

All parents in the world; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi

Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. Motto Lian Bi

My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nurtured me,

Take care of me and answer me. The Book of Songs

Father is not kind, son is not filial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; Husband is unfair.

This woman is not smooth. Yan Zhitui [Southern and Northern Dynasties]

There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, no strict teachers and friends outside, and few people can succeed. [Song] Lv Gongzhu

Parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents. Motto Lian Bi

In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over. Fei Xiaotong

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A ray of moonlight slanted into the room,

In a quiet workshop,

The kind mother is packing for her son.

Want to stop ...

Sunlight swallowed the darkness.

At the gate of the station,

A thousand words are all in silence.

Tears are all in the words.

Tears seeped into Bemu's eyes,

My son's tears are like a downpour.

The loving mother snuggled up at the door,

I haven't been back for a long time.

Son and figure,

Disappeared in the vast alley.

Sometimes I take out my photos and look at them again and again.

Tears fell on the photo.

After electrifying, I learned that my son had excellent grades.

I'm proud of it.

Tears flow through the eyes again,

These are tears of happiness,

These are tears of excitement ...

Happiness is always accompanied by tears.

Don't be a loving mother

Don't be nice to your mother.

People cried when the moon entered the clouds.

Everyone left, and mom stayed alone.

Ask mom why she stayed.

Mother said it was hard to let go and continued to be told.

Nodding one by one, my heart is full of disappointment.

Don't be nice to your mother.

The candlelight flickered, making people speechless.

Hearing my mother crying, I looked up quickly.

Ask mom why she is crying.

It is too difficult for a mother to say goodbye to her son.

Open your mouth, my mother is very helpless.

Don't be nice to your mother.

Mother's heart widened and tears flowed down.

Mother stopped crying and comforted her son.

Ask mother why?

Mother said she was sad and didn't want to see her son cry.

I'm at a loss, but my mother has left.

On the eve of parting

In the shadow of the light, I packed my bags,

Mother is busy in the sunset.

Mother's background is still the same,

She tried to put me in her eyes before dark.

As the sun sets, a crescent moon hangs in the sky.

I recall the past,

It seems that my mother has read my mind,

Immerse yourself in memories by intuition.

I remember her taking pains to take care of me,

I remember the food my mother cooked for me.

She quietly helped me pack,

She told me with mixed eyes,

Go well, just think about this home.

Mom didn't say anything to me,

As long as you communicate with me with your heart,

On the eve of parting.

We don't say anything about missing each other.

Based on my relationship with my mother over the years,

A vision, a familiar action.

Mother didn't sit there,

But walking quietly,

Bring a warmth.

Will leave.

Will leave,

Time is not long, the journey is not far,

A loving mother cries a thousand times.

Pack your luggage carefully,

There are mountains of supplies.

Holding hands and telling a thousand words,

Taotao River is continuous.

Pain and sadness,

Stick to the heart.

The child is in my heart.

Looking back,

Still in front of the hall.

We won't know until we hit the road,

The bag on the shoulder is heavy. ...

Bo Gongying

Wandering, wandering to far away places.

You won the weak body,

It seems to vibrate gently in the wind.

Lips are moving slightly,

Whispering to each other for children far away from home.

Reluctant to leave.

Your strong heart,

Inspire us to float in different places;

Tears poured out silently,

Don't you send nectar to the children?

Face the sun and move forward bravely.

Your wish has finally come true,

We, descendants of Bo Gongying,

Finally took root and blossomed in the distance.

And you,

It will always be our home.

leave

Late autumn leaves

Leave the trees that raised them,

The leaves have not forgotten the nutrition of the tree.

The tree reluctantly released its leaves,

The leaves drifted far away in the wind.

Ripe fruit

Into the embrace of the earth,

If you don't forget the cultivation of vines,

Branches and vines gently loosen their hands,

Let the fruit roll into the distance.

People who have grown up have left home to join the social tide.

The mother was worried when the child traveled thousands of miles.

But adults will remember their mother's love.

The mother sent her son away in tears,

The children are swinging in the wind and waves.

Paper boat author: Bing Xin

I never throw away a piece of paper,

Save it forever.-save it.

Fold into a boat,

Throw it into the sea from the boat.

Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,

Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.

I still don't give up and fold every day.

I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.

Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,

Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.

This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.

Wan Shui Qian Shan, please carry her love.

And sadness.

Praise mother.

Liu Yong, a well-known scholar and writer in Taiwan Province Province, told the story of three mothers in an article "Long Life", and pushed the integration of maternal love to his nephew.

One is about a mother and daughter who were buried in the ruins for eight days and miraculously rescued in the Armenian earthquake. People are surprised how a three-year-old girl survived eight days of cold, no water and no food. It turned out that her mother bit her finger to keep the child from dying by sucking her own blood.

Secondly, it is a tragic story that happened in the ancient city of Pompeii 100 years ago: when hot and suffocating lava attacked the residents who could not escape, a mother bent down in despair and hugged her young son tightly with her back, head and limbs. The burning lava made the scene of mother and son embracing each other become eternal in history.

Thirdly, it tells the story of a group of civilians fleeing for their lives during the Vietnam War. A bullet hit a young mother. She didn't commit suicide by jumping off a building like others, but slowly squatted down and ended her life. The American reporter who shot this group of shots told liuyong with tears: She was afraid of holding down the child she was holding, so she squatted down without dying. .....

What a stupid "immortality"!

The mother in the ruins endured immortality and continued the life of a three-year-old girl with her own blood; The mother under the burning magma endured immortality and guarded her youngest son with flesh and blood; And the young mother who refused to jump off a building and died.

I believe that anyone who has enjoyed the favor of maternal love will shed tears in front of such a mother.

Tears, because we have been bathed in maternal love since birth, Xin Fu's tears. Love can wither, survival can be full of twists and turns, and "maternal love is endless", which is so precious in a person's life.

Tears are the kindness of maternal love that children feel, so that children often feel that even if they spend their lives together, they can't repay them. This is why we have the feeling of "giving back" and "kneeling and sucking milk"

Tears are more or less mixed with envy and jealousy-this girl who survived by her mother's blood should be said to have gained a huge fortune in the spiritual world of mankind; How quiet and regretless the souls of those two little sons lying in their mother's arms should be. Even when they accompanied their mother into the gate of heaven at a young age, their stories were as vivid and beautiful as living.

For the feeling of maternal love, it is a miracle in the emotional world of human beings and an eternal beauty god. It is indeed because of its inheritance that there is a way of "being good at the beginning of life"; Love is the eternal theme of this world.

Poetry: Ode to a Wanderer by Meng Jiao and Paper Boat by Bing Xin.

Novel: Gorky's mother

Prose: Lao She's My Mother, romain rolland's My Mother, and Zhu De's Memories of My Mother.

Tao Runzhi's Motherly Love Poems

I'm leaving, mom.

When I left,

With tears

No turning back

Dare not look back.

I know that casual looking back

Will make your casual eyes

A bitter smile will keep me.

I know

There must be a smile on your face.

But your heart is crying, mom.

I know in my heart.

You just said: Go ahead, son.

Mother will wait for you when the tired child comes back.

I'm leaving, mom.

When I left,

With tears

Dare not look back.

When I turned the maple grove in front of the door,

You can't see me.

When the wet tears of Fenglin flow from my heart.

You can't see me.

It's just, mom

I can't hold it any longer, and my tears are as hard to stop as a thread.

I turned around, mom.

I dare to turn back.

I'd better turn around.

Although tears can't see loess

But I know

Mom, you still hold the door and watch your son.

For a long time, I don't want to look back.

How many times have I cried and cried in my dreams?

Mom, I want to go home.

How many times have I seen it in my dream, mom?

You gently use your warm hands

Touch my crying wound

Oiy mom

I know, you are always behind me.

With an encouraging expression

There is hope in her eyes.

With a waiting smile ...

I know, mom.

You've been standing behind me.

Every midnight dream.

There is always a voice: go, son.

Mother will wait for you when the tired child comes back.

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