A kind mother loves her son, not to repay him. Liu An
The grace of birth in October is heavy, but the repayment in three lifetimes is light. Song of Exhortation to Filial Piety
A one-foot-three-inch baby, ten and eight years of work.
The mother calls the child dry, the child shits on the mother and sleeps wet.
The mother is in pain before her child is seen, the child is in anxiety before her mother is tired.
The mother is a hundred years old, but she always remembers her eighty-year-old son. The Song of Exhortation to Filial Piety
With a loving mother in front of him, the prodigal son will not feel the cold.
The mother's love is a thousand kindnesses and a hundred pains, but who knows that my parents are in love with me? 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, and the wu is sinking, and the night stage is silent. Aphorisms
2. What is the poem of a daughter repaying her motherWho says that an inch of grass is heartfelt, and that the three springs of sunshine are repaid.
2 Hollow eye sockets, concave now
Dead fish belly like pale beads
You drag a bunch of
Bottles and cans threaded with wire
This alley In a string of
Tinking and banging
More and more silent
You who traveled through the city at night.
I
peeked at you, your midget-like
3 Paper Boat
- Sent to my mother Ice Heart
I never want to give up a piece of paper
I always keep it - keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it.
I have always kept it,
folded it into a very small boat,
and thrown 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 flow to the place where I wanted it to go.
Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
do not be surprised that it has come into your dream for no reason.
It was folded with tears by your beloved daughter,
begging him to carry her love and sorrow home.
4 As long as the lights are on
Look, the festival lies there
Pillowed in the dream of spring's first awakening
As soon as I rise, the white flowers on the end of the world
Wave me goodbye
In the new green and wilting decline
Attached to the heel of the soil
Spring's buds
Folded their wings and went away
The smell of rot.
A paroxysm of rotting smells wrapped in crumbs of earth
I don't know where the prayers begin
There's no scripture I know
A giant black lily
A stamen that kisses the lips
Nerve trembles that burrow from one direction to the next
Wave after wave
Mom, your festival
Broken out of the March
And my uncontrollable trembling
went to your grave
and the flowers bloomed
with your smell
Mom, the body that bloomed next to your
and the house surrounded by the black butterflies
was the year
you gave birth to a baby, a 5'5" boy. gave birth to a man of one meter and seven and a half meters
who later became my father
but who are you
I have always been so strangely and yet
devoutly
grateful to the one-meter-tall you
5 Mother,
Today is the day of my dear mother
and the day of my daughter's gratitude for her mother's nurturing and support. I'm not going to be able to do that.
Mother!
You are the composer of the music of my life.
You are the one who brought me immense joy,
You are the one who brought me a wonderful childhood,
You are the one who brought me the joys and sorrows of life.
Mother, mother!
You are the patron saint of my life.
When I was a baby,
you always took care of me,
so that I could grow up healthily.
When I was sick,
you were always like ants on a hot pan,
you took me to the hospital to see the doctor, get medicine, boil medicine ......
When I encountered problems in life, in learning,
always you stood behind me with that kind gaze to encourage me,
I was a little bit worried about the future of the world,
but I was not sure about the future of the world.
I can help you share your sorrows,
I can help you reduce the burden of household chores.
Mother,
Today is your day,
I want to offer you a bouquet of carnations.
I would like to say "thank you" to you. ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
3. Ancient Poems for Children to Repay Their Mother's LoveMeng Jiao's "The Song of the Traveling Son"
The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a traveling son.
The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are on the body of a wandering son.
Who says an inch of grass has a heart, but it repays three springs of sunshine
"My father's book is full of empty baskets, and my mother's thread haunts me."
The grace of the October birth is heavy, and the repayment of the three lifetimes is light.
The green sky cries out tears, calling out for a strict father; the blue water complains of blood, crying for a loving mother.
Don't teach your parents to suffer, don't teach them to worry.
The Crow Cries at Night (Bai Juyi)
The Crow has lost its mother and is mute.
For days and nights, it does not fly away, but guards the old forest for years.
It cries in the middle of the night, and it stains the hearts of those who hear it.
The sound is like a tell-tale, but it is not enough to feed one's child.
The birds have no mothers.
It is the mother's kindness that has made it possible for you to be sad.
In the past, there was a man named Wu Qi, who was not present at his mother's death.
The people of the world are not as good as the fowls.
The poet, Ciwu, is a Zengseng among birds.
The Kai Feng is from the south, blowing the heart of the thorns. The heart of the thorns is young, and the mother is charging for her labor.
The Kai Feng is from the south, blowing their spines. The mother's goodness is not to be missed.
I have a cold spring. The first is the one in the center of the city, and the second is the one in the center of the city. The mother's labor is hard.
Goggle-eyed and yellow, the yellow bird is a good voice. The mother's heart is not comforted by her seven sons.
4. Write a poem that expresses how difficult it is for children to repay their parents for the kindness of their upbringingPoetry in the countryside 1.
You should know about your hometown. I'm not sure if I'll be able to find a way to get to my hometown, but I'm sure I'll be able to find a way to get there.
Children do not know each other when they see each other, and they laugh and ask where the guests come from. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'll be able to.
Song Zhiwen, "Crossing the Han River") 4. The tide is flat on both sides of the river, and the wind is blowing.
The sea sun is still alive, the river spring into the old year. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I had ever seen a kid.
(Wang Wan, "Under the Mountain of the Second Beigu") 5. The first time I saw the movie was when I was a kid, and the second time I saw the movie was when I was a teenager.
(Xue Daohang, "The Day I Thought of Going Home") 6. The light of the moon in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. The moonlight in front of the bed is the light of the moon, which is suspected to be the frost on the ground.
(Li Bai's "Silent Night Thoughts") 7. Whose jade flute flew in the dark, scattering spring winds all over Luo Cheng. The song of this night was heard in the broken willow, who is not sorry for the love of the old country.
(Li Bai's "Hearing the flute in the city of Luocheng on a spring night") 8. The guest house is already ten frosts in the state, and the returning heart remembers Xianyang day and night. The first time I saw the movie was when I was in the city of Sanggan, and the second time I saw it was when I was in my hometown.
(Liu Soap's "Journey to Shuo Fang") 9. The garrison drums break the people's line, and the sound of geese on the edge of the fall. The moon is bright in my hometown.
All my brothers are scattered, and I have no home to ask about my life and death. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I had ever seen a kid.
Three Poems of Bai Juyi on Homesickness: Looking at the Stagecoach, the willow in the Jing'an Residence, and the flowers in front of the Stagecoach. The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
Handan's winter solstice night thinking of home Handan's winter solstice in the post office, holding his knees in front of the lamp with the shadow of his body. I thought of sitting deep in the night at home and talking about the people who traveled far away. The first time I saw it, my heart was broken, so I didn't turn back.
5. The ancient poem, () expressed the children do not forget to repay their parents for their upbringing, () expressed their ownexpressed the children do not forget to repay their parents for their upbringing: October birth grace heavy, three lifetimes to repay the light. The baby is one foot and three inches long, but it has been ten years and eight years of work. The mother claims that the child is dry and sleeps dry, while the child is wet and sleeps wet. The mother suffers before the child is seen, the child works hard and the mother is restless. My mother is a hundred years old, but she always remembers her eighty-year-old son. The prodigal son doesn't feel the cold when his mother is with him. Who knows the love and suffering of my parents? My gray-haired mother cries at the door, and her sleeves are cut off, so I can't stop crying. My mother's honor is in her eyes, but my mother's heart is in her hands, and my son's heart is in his hands. The thread in my mother's hand, the clothes on my son's body. I am afraid that I will be late to return. Who says the heart of a blade of grass can repay the three spring suns. In the past, Mencius' mother chose her neighbor. The loom is cut off when the child does not learn. A mother is the first person on earth; a mother's love is the first love on earth. The only love in the world that is not polluted is a mother's love. The only untainted love in the world is a mother's love. But only a mother is a companion in times of failure. Zheng Zhenduo The words "I am sorry for my parents, who have paid so much for my birth" express my deepest thoughts about my hometown: I still pity the water of my hometown, and I send my boat on the way. The sun is setting in the west and the broken hearted people are at the end of the world. I am alone in a foreign land, and I miss my family twice as much at festivals. Looking up at the moon, thinking of my hometown. The dew is white tonight, the moon is bright in my hometown. Where is my hometown at sunset? On the smoky river, one is sad. The red bean is born in the south of the country, and it grows several times in the spring. I wish you'd pick more confetti, it's the most lovesick thing. Tonight, the moon is bright, I don't know who's home the autumn thoughts fall on.
6. What are some of the poems that describe how difficult it is to return the favor of parentsThe famous lines in the ancient poems that describe the return of parents' deep favor are as follows:
1. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son. Who says that the heart of an inch of grass can repay the three spring suns. Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty
4. The grace of being born in October is heavy, but the repayment in three lives is light. Song of Exhortation to Filial Piety
5. The mother calls the child dry and lies down, the child shits and the mother sleeps wet.
6. The Song of Advising Filial Piety
8. My father gave birth to me, my mother bowed to me, caressed me, raised me, nurtured me, cared for me, and restored me. The Song of Songs
9. When a loving mother is present in front of you, the prodigal son does not feel the cold. The Song of Exhortation to Filial Piety
10. The mother's honor hangs down to glow in the pipe, and the wu is silent in the night stage.
11. In the eyes of parents, children are often part of the self, and children are the chance for his ideal self to come back again.
12. Woe to my parents, who have paid for my birth.
13. In the Tang Dynasty, Han Yu
3. The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are on the body of a wandering son. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son. Who says the heart of an inch of grass, but the three spring sunshine. Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty
4. The grace of being born in October is heavy, but the repayment is light in three lifetimes. Song of Exhorting Filial Piety
5. The mother calls her son dry, and the son shits on her mother, and she sleeps wet. The Song of Exhortation to Filial Piety
6. The mother suffers before the child is seen, and the child works hard to make the mother uneasy. The mother is a hundred years old, but she always remembers her eighty-year-old son. The Song of Advising Filial Piety
8. My father gave birth to me, my mother bowed to me, caressed me, raised me, nurtured me, cared for me, and restored me. The Book of Songs
9. The mother is kind before you, and the prodigal son does not feel the cold. The Song of Exhortation to Filial Piety
10. The mother's honor hangs down to glow in the pipe, and the wu is silent in the night stage. A Collection of Aphorisms
11. In the eyes of a parent, a child is often a part of the self, and a child is a chance for his ideal self to come back again. 12. Woe to my parents, who have paid so much for giving birth to me. The Book of Songs
13. What father is there without a father, and what mother is there without a mother?
1. The Song of the Traveling Son (游子吟), by Meng Jiao (孟郊) of the Tang Dynasty. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it. The mother's hand is full of threads, and the son's body is full of clothes.
2. "Farewell to My Mother" by Huang Zhongze, Qing Dynasty. Drifting the curtains to pay homage to my mother, I went to Hailiang, and my white hair was saddened by the dryness of my tears. The night of the wind and snow at the door of the wood, it is better to have a son at this time than to have none.
3. "Fifteen" by Wang Anshi, Song Dynasty, "My mother is on General Gan Gou, and I have left my home in Bai Gan Yin. The moonlight is bright, and I am always concerned about the north and the south.
4. "Home at the end of the year" by Jiang Shiquan in Qing Dynasty, who loves his son endlessly and is happy to return home. The cold clothes are dense, and the letters from home are new. 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.
5, "Mother Farewell Son" Tang Bai Juyi mother farewell son, son farewell mother, sunlight crying bitter. The Hussar General of Guanxi, last year, broke the new policy of the captives. He was given two million dollars by imperial edict, 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. One of them is helping to walk and the other is sitting, and the other is crying and holding the clothes of others. Your couple's new swallows have caused my mother and son to be parted. It's not as bad as the crow and the magpie in the forest, where the mother doesn't lose her child and the male accompanies the female. I should be like the peach and plum trees in the garden, where the flowers fall with the wind and the children are on the branches. 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 able to make a success of it, and that the newcomer will be better than you.
6, "Mother's Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen, "Mother's Love", "Love", "Love", "Love", "Zhao", "Guangyi", "Crown Prince". The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or a new pair of shoes. I'm not sure if I have a six-foot orphan at my knee, but I'm sure that Azhao Amei is not a crook. The night door is quiet and the lamps are blurred, and the snow leaks down for more than four drums. The officials do not carry the pen of Donghu, orphans and widows, what is the call of the husband? The first time I saw this was when I was in the room, and the second time I saw it was when I was in the room, and the third time I saw it was when I was in the room.
7, "ink daylily figure" Yuan Wang coronal Splendid daylily flowers, Luo Sheng under the North Hall. The south wind blowing its heart, shaking for whom to spit? The mother is leaning on the door, and the traveler is traveling on the road. The sweet will is sparse day by day, and the sound is blocked day by day. I'm sorry to hear that, but I don't want to hear it from you.
8, "who's son" Tang Han Yu non-delusional non-maniac who's son, go into the king's house called Taoist priest. The white-headed old mother cried at the door, and the sleeves of her shirt were cut off, leaving more than enough. The new woman with green eyebrows was twenty years old, and she was sent back to her family to cry through the market. I want to learn how to play the phoenix pianoforte, and I want to be like Xiao Shi, the Princess Ling. The other is that it is not common for people to be so light-hearted that they try to get a high position by practicing dangerous and strange behavior. Although there are legends of the immortals, those who know all know that it is delusional. The sage can be deceived, dry death of poor mountain after how. I would like to go to teach the end and the beginning. Penalize a persuasive hundred political scriptures, not thus executed before it is too late. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
9, "Short Songs" Tang Wang Jian people were born, the first day out. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it. The first half of the year is the first half of the year, and the second half of the year is the first half of the year. There are songs and dances to be done early, yesterday is better than today. People see that it is good to have a man and a woman, but they don't know that men and women make people old. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for it.
10, on behalf of the old man in Beizhou answer" Tang Zhang Pian loaded payroll old man to the northern state, looking north of the countryside to the guest's sadness. He said that the old man had three sons, and two of them had already died in the yellow sand. Now the children have grown up, but next year he will be drafted again. I know for sure that I will be separated from my family, so I will not be able to live and die with them. I will lend my house to my neighbors and go to my hometown again. I had hoped to have more children and grandchildren in my life, but who knows how much harder it is? Recently, it is said that the Son of Heaven honors martial arts and vegetables, and the strong soldiers want to quiet the dust of Hu. The Chinese people have a long way to go to secure their borders, so why should they be displaced?
11, "New Year's Eve" Tang Gao Shi Hotel cold lamp alone do not sleep, the guest heart why turn miserable. The first thing I want to do is to think about my hometown tonight, and I'm going to be worried about my hair tomorrow and another year.
12, "Buhu" Tang Sikongtu A mother teaching Buhu, Sanyuan long sent down the Pengbu. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
13. "Send Zhang Senming to the Jingzhou province by way of a lift" by Meng Haoran, Tang Meng Haoran, fifteen years in colorful clothes, happy in front of his loving mother. The first time I saw him, I was so happy to see him. The four seats of the court have been pushing for the promotion of literature, and the middleman, Xu Zhongxuan, has been sent to the province of Jingzhou. The first time I saw him, I was in the middle of a boat ride on the river.