Poems about mothers in the New Moon Collection
Please find a poem about mother's love in the New Moon Collection
Paper Boats - Bing Xin I never want to throw away a piece of paper, but always keep it, keep it, fold it into a very small boat, and throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some of them were blown by the wind into the windows of the boat, and some of them were wet by the waves and stained on the bow. I was still not discouraged to fold every day, always hoping that one can flow to the place where I want him to go.
Mother, if you see a very small boat in your dream, don't be surprised if it comes into your dream for no reason, it's your favorite daughter folding it with tears in her eyes, begging it to carry her love and sorrow back to her home. Sunshine old clothes ---- (Qing Dynasty) Zhou Shouchang thirty years coarse robe check still exist, although the lapel is broken but the remaining warmth.
Heavy sewing can not bear to lightly remove the demolition, on the mother's old thread marks Author: Bing Xin mother, for a long time since I wanted to write a poem for you, but wrote many times, but still did not write a good mother, for you to write this poem, I do not know how to start, do not know how to end, and I do not know what to write about it, just like in the face of your childhood harsh slap, I do not know if I should be brave to accept it, or choose to run away from the mother, I think of you again this night. I've decided to write a poem for you, even if it's not very good, and even if you're far away from home and will never read it. ...... Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dreams, don't be surprised if it comes into your dreams for no reason. This is your favorite daughter with tears folded, thousands of mountains, begging him to carry her love and sadness to return.
2. Poems about mothers
1, "The Song of the Wandering Son"
Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao
The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of the wandering son. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a traveling son. The first time I saw a mother, I was in the middle of a journey, and I was in the middle of a journey, and I was in the middle of a journey.
Translation:
A loving mother uses the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her son who is traveling far away. Before the trip, a needle and thread sewed closely, for fear that her son would come back late and his clothes would be torn. Who dares to say that the children like grass as weak filial piety, can repay like the spring sunshine Puze of the mother's kindness?
2, "Farewell to Mother"
Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren
Drifting the curtains to pay homage to his mother, he went to the river Liang, white hair and sadness to see the tears withered.
The song was written in the same vein as the song Mother's Farewell, in which he says, "I'm sorry to see you go.
Translation:
Because he had to go to Heliang to earn a living, he lifted up the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to his aged mother, but he could not help seeing his gray-haired mother's eyes drying up with tears. In this windy and snowy night, can not do filial piety in the side of the mother but to cover the wood door miserably far away, can not help but make people sigh: adopt a son and what is the use of it? I'd rather not have one," he said.
3, "Mother Farewell Son"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Mother Farewell Son, Son Farewell Mother, the sun is not light crying bitter. The Hussar General of Guansi, who broke the captives last year, has made a new policy. He was given two million dollars by imperial decree, and was welcomed in Luoyang like a flower. The new man welcomes the old man and abandons him, the lotus in his palm is a thorn in his eye. It is not enough to welcome the new and abandon the old, but to leave two children in your family. The first one is the first to sit, and the second one is the first to sit, and the second one is the first to cry, and the third one is the first to cry.
The first time I saw you was when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night. The first thing I want to do is to get the best out of my wife and her husband. The newcomer and the newcomer listen to my words, and there are infinite women in red buildings in Luoyang. I hope that the general will be more successful than you, and there will be more new people than you.
Translation:
The mother parted with her son, and the son parted with his mother, and the sunlight of the day seemed to lose its luster because of grief, and the weeping was infinitely mournful. The family lives in Chang'an, Guanxi, where the husband is in the high position of a great general, and has been given additional titles and lands for his war service last year. He also received a reward of two million dollars in money, and so he married a new wife like a flower in Luoyang.
The new woman came not satisfied, want the husband to throw the old woman; she is his palm of the lotus flower, I am a nail in their eyes. The old and the new is the common sense of the world, this would not be sad, I have to pack up, helpless to leave. But the sad thing is, left in the husband's home, there are two biological children. The first one is only just able to hold the edge of the bed to walk, and the other is only just able to sit up.
The sitting child cried, and the walking child held my clothes. You and your wife were so happy, but you let us part with our mother and son, never to see each other again. At this moment, my heart has to tell the bitter, human thin ah, not as bad as the forest magpies, the mother bird does not leave the chick, the male bird is always beside them to care for.
This is like the peach tree in the backyard, where the petals that used to cover the flower room have fallen with the wind, and the young fruits are still hanging on the tip of the tree experiencing frost, snow, rain and dew. Newcomer newcomer you listen to me, Luoyang has countless beautiful women in red buildings. Hopefully, the general will make some kind of merit in the future, and then marry a new wife who is more delicate than you.
4, "ink daylily figure - one"
Yuan Dynasty: Wang Coronation
Can Can daylily flowers, Luo Sheng under the North Hall. The south wind is blowing its heart, shaking for whom to vomit?
The mother of love is leaning on the door, the traveler's road is bitter. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The first thing I want to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this.
Translation:
The daylilies were born under the north hall. The south wind blows the daylily, swaying for whom it is spitting out its fragrance? A kind mother leans on the door and looks forward to her child, the traveler who is far away from home is so bitter! The support of his parents is becoming more and more distant every day, and the news of his children cannot reach him every day. Looking up at a cloudy forest, I heard the call of the bird of wisdom thinking up to this very shame.
5, "State Wind - Name Wind - Kai Feng"
Pre-Qin: anonymous
Kai Feng from the south, blowing his spiny heart. The mother's price is high. The wind is blowing from the south. The mother's goodness, I have no one to be ashamed of.
I have a cold spring. The first is in the middle of the city, and the second is in the lower part of the city. The mother's labor is very laborious. The yellow bird is a goggle-eyed bird, and its voice is good. I have seven sons, and there is no comfort for the mother.
Translation:
The wind is warm from the south, blowing on the buds of the jujube tree. The mother is busy raising her children. The wind is blowing from the south, and the jujube tree has become firewood. The mother is sensible and kind, and the son does not blame his mother for being bad. The water of the cold spring is cool to the bone, and its source is next to Joon Eup. A mother raises seven children, but her son grows up and tires her out. The yellow finch is singing, so loud and clear. I'm not sure if I'm a good mother, but I'm sure I'm not a good mother, and I'm sure I'm not a good mother.
3. Poems about mothers
"Thinking of my mother" Miyagi Kung The frost fell on the reed flowers and the tears wet clothes, the white head is no longer leaning on the wooden door.
The poem "Thinking of My Mother" is about my mother, who has been buying up rice in her robe during the rain of May last year.
Last year, in the month of May, when the rain was yellow, I bought up rice in my robe.
In the dark, I cry for my mother, but I fear that I will cry even more for my son! Praise for my mother Mother is a big ship that carries me to the sea to pursue the mystery of life and explore the magic of the world Mother is a mountain that contains all things and nurtures me to grow up and strengthen my body and mind Mother is a moving song that carries me to travel all over the world and sings about the history of my country with her beautiful tune Mother is a spring breeze that blows everything in the world and brings vitality to the world with her graceful steps Mother is a gentle spring rain that nourishes the earth Mother, I love you, you are my heart! Mother, I love you. You are my heart. "The Song of the Traveling Son" Meng Jiao The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a traveling son. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a traveling son.
Who says that the heart of the grass is the favorite of the three spring sunshine forever.
4. Poems about mothers (ten lines)
Poems in praise of mothers:
A loving mother loves her son, not for reward. Liu An
The grace of birth in October is heavy, but the repayment in three lifetimes is light. The Song of Exhortation to Filial Piety
One foot and three inches of baby, ten and eight years of work.
The mother calls the child dry, the child shits on the mother, the mother sleeps wet.
The mother's suffering is not seen by the child, and the child's labor makes the mother uneasy. The mother is a hundred years old, but she always remembers her eighty sons. The mother is a hundred years old, and she always remembers her eighty-year-old son.
The song of filial piety
The song of love, kindness and suffering. The Language of Little Children
The white-headed mother cries over the door, and her sleeves are broken, so she can't stop crying.
The mother's honor is hanging down, and the pipe is shining; the wu is sinking, and the night stage is silent. A Collection of Aphorisms
The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are on the body of a wandering son. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. Who says that an inch of grass has a heart, but it repays three spring suns. In the Tang Dynasty, Meng Jiao
In the past, Meng's mother chose her neighbor. When the son did not learn, the loom was cut off. Three Character Classic
Mother is the first relative on earth; mother's love is the first love on earth. The only love in the world that is not polluted is the love of a mother. The only uncontaminated love in the world is a mother's love.
The word strict
When you are successful, everyone is a friend. But only a mother - she is a companion in times of failure. Zheng Zhenduo
Woe to my parents, who paid for my birth. The Book of Psalms
Without a father, what father, what mother? The Book of Songs
The virtues of the father are the heritage of the child. The character Yan
Parents' virtue is high; children's good teaching. Aphorisms and Couplets
Don't be happy if you have a son, and don't sigh if you don't have a son. Tang Han Yu
People see that it is good to have a boy or a girl, but they don't know that men and women make people grow old. Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty
There are no parents in the world who are not parents, and brothers are the rarest thing in the world.
The parents are the best in the world; the children are the most filial in the world.
A father gives birth to me, a mother bows to me, caresses me, keeps me, grows me, nurtures me, cares for me, and restores me. The Classic of Poetry
If the father is not kind, the son is not filial; if the brother is not friendly, the brother is not respectful; if the husband is not righteous, the woman is not obedient. Yan Zhiwei (晏之推), a writer from the North and South Dynasties
If you do not have a good father and brother within you, and a strict teacher and friend outside you, you will have fewer successes in life. Song Lu Gongzhi
What my parents want to do, I will follow; what my parents miss, I will be kind and generous.
In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of the self, and children are the chance for his ideal self to come back again.
The parking lot is a vast area, and I'm trapped in it. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty! If my mother's love is unrequited, what more can I ask for in life?
The first time I saw you was when I was a child, when I was flying high and carrying my mother on my back. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do with this. The first time I saw my mother was when I was a child, when I was flying high and carrying my mother on my back. The old man's mother is crying over the door, and he can't stop his sleeve from pulling down his shirt. The moon is bright, and I am always concerned about the north and the south. Wang Anshi's "Fifteen"
When he drew up the curtain to pay homage to his mother, he went to Hanliang, and his gray hair was saddened by the dryness of his eyes. The night of snow and wind at the door of the wood, it is better to have a son than to have none at this time.
I love my son so much that I am happy to return home. I'm so happy to be back home. I'm so happy to be back home. The first time I saw you, I was so sorry for your skinny face, and I called my son to ask him about his suffering. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in the future.
The frost fell on the reed flowers and tears wet clothes, white head no longer leaning on the wood door. Last year, in May, I bought up rice in my robe. The first time I saw him, I was so happy to see him, and he was so happy to see me. In the darkness, I cry for my mother, but I am afraid that I will cry even more for my son! Ni Rui Suan "Remembering Mother"
5. Poems about mothers
The south wind is blowing in her heart, for whom is she shaking and spitting? The mother is leaning on the door, and the traveler is in pain.
The mother has been working hard for 30 days, and the baby is getting fat. -- Bai Juyi, "Poem on Swallows" (燕詩示劉叟)
思尔为雏日，高飞背母時。 -- Bai Juyi, "Poems on Swallowing" (燕詩示劉叟)
Drifting down the curtain to pay homage to my mother, I went to Heliang, and my gray hair and eyes withered with tears. -- Huang Jingren, "Farewell to My Mother"
At that time, my parents were thinking of me, but today you should know. -- Bai Juyi, "Swallow Poem for Liu Chaosuo"
In the fifteenth year of my life, I was happy in front of my loving mother. -- Meng Haoran, "Sending Zhang Senming to the Imperial Examination and to Jingzhou for an Audience"
I was so thin when I saw him that I called my son to ask him about his sufferings. -- Chiang Shih-chuen, "Arrival at Home at the End of the Year"
6. Poetry about Mother's Love Rabindranath Tagore
Aphorisms and sayings in praise of motherhood: Mother's love is a great flame.
--Roman. Roland (France) Mother's love is never exhausted. --Goncharov (Su) Mother's love is something simple, natural, fruitful and never failing in a woman's heart, like a great element of life.
--Balzac (French) Women are weak, but mothers are strong. --Tagore (India) Mother's love is not only the love of the mother for the child, but also includes the love of the child for the mother.
-Munir Nasuf (Kuwait) Mother, the only force that can bring death to its knees - Gorky All the glory and pride in the world comes from mothers. --Gorky There is a most beautiful sound in the world, and that is the call of a mother.
- Dante "Paper Boats" by Bing Xin I never want to throw away a piece of paper, always keep - keep folded into a very small boat, from the boat thrown down in the sea. Some were blown by the wind into the windows of the boat, and some were wetted by the waves and stained on the bow.
I am still not discouraged from stacking them every day, always hoping that one of them will flow to where I want it to go.
If you see a small white boat in your dream, do not be surprised to see it come into your dream for no reason.
It was folded with tears by your beloved daughter, who begged it to carry her love and sorrow home. Eternal mother, when you first opened your newborn eyes, the first thing you saw was the immense holiness of a human mother, her loving gaze and tears of joy-- eyes unblinking, staring at you carefully, your hazy, ignorant heart instinctively rhythmic, but it was unable to express affection, only a burst of limbs fluttering, so anxious that you-- couldn't help crying out loud. -After many days and nights of nurturing, you finally sat up straight and adjusted your emotional and intellectual intelligence, and without waiting, you cried out the most precious first sound in your life, "Mama", which is the most touching and primitive sound of all, no matter how many languages the world may speak, only this cry is absolutely the same. There is no music, no poetry, that is more moving than this cry, the song of the wandering son, the mountains do not want to send the sun to set, and the mercurial sailor does not want to sail away.
Hope beckons. The world outside is my paradise, and my free heart is flying.
Mother, are you worried about me? I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Mother, do you want me to have a better life? I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Listen to the sound of the train gas, whistle ...... across the window clasping a hand. Mother's love We love our mothers too. Half brilliant, half glorious, but not the same as our mother loves us, that is where the spring winds go, we love the streams, our mother loves the ocean, our happiness is the smile on our mother's face, the dewdrops on the hyacinth grass, our pain, round and bright, is the deep sorrow in our mother's eyes, that's the light given by the sun, we may have gone far and wide, but we can't get out of the square of our mother's heart, the April day, the sun is old, the old clothes, the coarsely coated robes of the thirtieth century, the check is still alive, the lapel is broken, but the remaining warmth. The lapel is still warm, even though it is torn.
The heavy sewing does not bear to be removed lightly, and there are traces of my mother's old threads on it. Author: Zhou Shouchang (qing) mother ah! The storm in the sky, the birds hide in his nest; the storm in my heart, I only hide in your arms.
7. The Star in the Spring Water on the mother's poem and appreciation
Mother,
The storm in the sky is coming;
The bird hides in its nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I hid in my mother's arms
2 Mother, if you see a very small white boat in your dream,
don't be surprised that it came into your dream for no reason at all. > Don't be surprised if it comes into your dream for no reason.
It was folded with tears by your beloved daughter,
and begged him to carry her love and sorrow home.
3 The Western Mountains! Don't pull! I cannot bear to leave thee, but I bitterly remember my mother
4 Mother ho! My hair, which is on your lap, is the ten thousand silken strands that you have paid to me.5 O mother!
Leave aside your sorrows,
and let me sink into your arms,
you alone are the resting place of my soul.
The tiny flower,
also wants to raise its head,
and thank the spring for its love---
but the deep kindness,
on the contrary, makes it silent at last.
Mother, are you that spring light?
Appreciation didn't, sorry
8. Poems about mothers
Poem dedicated to mothers
That night on Mother's Day,
I let the flying airwaves,
send distant sympathy,
my mother's bright smile,
a smile that made my heart as sweet as honey.
My memories are all of my mother's young face,
She plowed in the blue sky and white clouds,
the green waves of the fields covered the athletic figure.
She plows by the roaring bed of the car,
The eyes of concentration are so beautiful and peaceful.
Yes, everyone has their own mother,
Sweet milk,
filled with my young blood,
in the snuggle of my mother's embrace,
my happiness, slowly growing.
The first time I left my mother's side,
I saw that my mother's tears were flowing silently,
Between the eyes, I suddenly realized,
It turned out that my mother is the heaven of that home.
Whether the end of the world, regardless of spring, summer, fall and winter,
mother's attachment is always swinging in the heart,
the warmth of the home is always in the heart of the recollection.
Mother wearing a wide apron,
relying on the door of the stove, she smiled at me,
watching me eat, watching my happiness and sorrow.
When in the earthly world fell, the heart like a knife the moment,
is the mother, let me out of the confused clouds,
is the mother, wash away my hurt and vicissitudes.
O my mother!
When the youthful years are gone,
when the wrinkles and white hair overflowed your heart,
the only constant,
is your perseverance and strength.
Every time,
in the softest part of my heart,
I think of you and hold you in my heart,
I like to dream in the quiet of the night,
to see your face full of daisies,
Oh, my mother,
my dear mother!
Now, you are in the north of the Yangtze River,
and I, in the south of the Yangtze River,
The wide river can't block the passage of time and space,
because, your blood is gurgling in my body.
In a vague dream,
Mother is framed as an oil painting,
in which there are white clouds, blue sky and sunshine.
Mother's smile is like the beautiful Mona Lisa.
That is the eternal smile, that is the mother's loving kindness.
9. Poems about mother
Paper Boats
The Starry Night
I never want to give up a piece of paper,
but always keep it,
folded it into a very small boat,
and threw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown by the wind into the windows of the boat,
and some were wetted by the waves and stained on the bow.
I was still not discouraged from stacking them every day,
always hoping that one of them would go where I wanted it to go.
Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
don't be surprised that it comes into your dream for no reason.
It was folded with tears by your beloved daughter, begging him to carry her love and sorrow home.
Paper Boats
The Starry Night
I never want to give up a piece of paper,
but always keep it - keep it,
and fold it into a very small boat,
and throw it down from the boat into the sea.
Some were blown by the wind into the windows of the boat,
and some were wetted by the waves and stained on the bow.
I was still not discouraged from stacking them every day,
always hoping that one of them would go where I wanted it to go.
Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
don't be surprised that it comes into your dream for no reason.
It was folded with tears by your beloved daughter, who begged him to carry her love and sorrow home.
Mother
Mother
The storm in the sky has come
The birds have gone to their nests
The storm in the heart has come
I have only taken refuge in your arms
Mother
The storm in the heart has come
I have only taken refuge in your arms
The storm in the heart has come
I have only taken refuge in your arms
Mother!
This fragmentary piece
Can you take a look at it
These words
Before there was a me
have been hidden in the embrace of your heart
10.Poetry about reciting the Mother's Day
1, "Ink and Daylily Picture," No. 2
Daylily was born in the north hall, the color is fresh and good. The color is fresh and good. I have more than enough to drink to it, but how can I recite it?
The heart of filial piety of the son of a man, is not in honor or in debt? Last night, the sky was rainy and frosty, and the river was empty and old.
The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me to go back to my home.
The daylily was born in front of the old mother's high hall, the color is bright and beautiful. When looking at this ink daylily picture, there are often remnants of wine in the cup, what else can I say when I carry it on my back? The existence of filial piety as a child does not depend on whether you are rich or poor. Yesterday night frost, this morning see is the river empty mist, can sigh people's years old ah! I have not been able to go home, this feeling of emotion is like being hammered by a stick as hard as ah.
2, don't old mother (qing huang jingren)
Drifting the curtains to worship the mother river beam to go, white hair sad to see the tears withered eyes.
It's a miserable night with snow and wind at the door of the wood, and it's better to have a son than none at this time.
Because I have to go to Heliang to earn a living, I lift up the curtain and reluctantly say goodbye to my aged mother, and I can't help but see my gray-haired mother's eyes drying up with tears. In this windy and snowy night, can not do filial piety in the side of the mother but to cover the wood door miserably far away, can not help but make people sigh: adopt a son and what is the use of it? I'd rather not have one," he said.
3, the end of the year to the home (qing Jiang Shi Quan)
love son heart endless, return home happy and the hour. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you.
I was so sorry to see you so thin, and I called my son to ask him about his suffering. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The mother's love for her children is endless, I arrived home on New Year's Eve, my mother was very happy! She is sewing cotton clothes for me, needle and thread sewing dense, I sent a letter just received, the ink is still new. As soon as we met, my mother said with pity that I had lost weight, and asked me repeatedly whether I was suffering outside. I bowed my head in shame, and did not dare to say to her that I was wandering outside the situation.