Meng Jiao's "The Song of the Traveling Son"
The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of the traveler's son.
The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son.
Whoever says the heart of an inch of grass, repays the three spring suns.
Some lines from the Song of Exhortation to Filial Piety:
October's birth is heavy, but three lifetimes' reward is light.
One foot and three inches of baby, ten and eight years of work.
The mother said that the child is dry and sleeps dry, while the child is wet and sleeps wet.
Mothers suffer before their children see them, and children work hard to make their mothers restless.
Mother is a hundred years old, but she always remembers her eighty sons.
The prodigal son does not feel the cold when his mother is with him.
Bing Xin's "Paper Boat"
I have never been willing to give up a piece of paper,
I have always kept ----- it,
stacked it into small boats,
and thrown them into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown by the wind into the windows of the boats,
and some were wetted by the waves and stained on the bow.
I was still undaunted, stacking them up every day,
always hoping that one of them would make it to where I wanted to go.
Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dreams,
don't be surprised if it comes in for no reason.
It is folded with tears by your beloved daughter, and over all the waters,
beg him to carry her love and sorrow to her home.
And if you see in your dream a very small white boat,
don't be surprised if it comes into your dream.
Autumn, we thank our mothers together
The air is fresh, the sky is blue, the clouds are clean, the wind is cool, and it is autumn
The mood is bright and cheerful, and the harvest is coming in
Heavy fruit, fragrant fruit
The sky is full of fruits
We feel the weight in our hands, and the satisfaction in our hearts
The storehouse honestly gathers the seasons together in our arms
Grain by grain, grain by grain, grain by grain, grain by grain, grain by grain, grain by grain, grain by grain, and grain by grain, the season is over.
Grains, grains, grains, grains
Harvest days should be poetic
There's a need for flags, there's a need for dancing, and there's a need for singing
I sing of the ground beneath my feet and the things that I see in my eyes
Talking with a grateful heart to the birds that fly
The fishes that dive and the fish that march
I don't sing my praises without being presumptuous. I speak simply
Speak the plain, simple words of my own heart
Like all simple people do
Speak with my own words and see with my own eyes
Salute the season in my own way
Give thanks for the rich earth beneath my feet
Applaud all the labor and the harvest
Autumn. Most of all, let us thank our mother
Mother of the land, let us give thanks together
From you we came and to you we will go again
You brought us into spring, summer, autumn and winter
Your teachings have taught us love and affection
You let go of us, so that we can stumble and fall and get up and walk
and continue to run towards the direction of your gaze
We will not forget to give thanks to the land, but we will give thanks to you.
In the fall, we must thank our mother
as we thank the sky
for giving us space to fly
and for the softness of our landing
Mother has lifted the clouds that rolled across the sky
and our desire to fly higher
has been seen by the eyes of the earth.
Mother's color is blue love
Autumn, we thank mother together
Thanks to the motherland as the motherland
Motherland needs no praise, it's already heavy
Splendid colors are leaking down from the sky's heights
We just need to accept it, just need to hold on to it
Looking at the sky's heights, letting the clouds roll in
We just need to accept it, just need to hold on to it.
We can't turn a blind eye to our motherland, which needs no praise
We must know our place and time
Each of us must follow our own track, at our own speed
According to our mother's call, silently running on time
No need for a horn, no need to start, or even force
Running along the winds, along the river, and along the mountain range
Like a child in its mother's embrace. Like a child in its mother's arms
To the place where it belongs and to the place where it belongs
Mothers like the land, mothers like the sky, mothers like the fatherland
I can't tell which of you is which, in the fall, I call you by one great name: mother
The wheels of fall rumble, the gongs of fall clang, and the drums of autumn clang, clang. Clanging
The winds of joy are swirling and the smiles are endless
My eyes see only an eternal red in the crowd of revelers
I lose my bearings as I march
Only the feeling of moving forward and upward washes over me
Making me restless with impulses and passionate about sleep
The rainy fall night, the insects chirping
The cool breeze, the air is crisp and clean
The cool breeze, the air is crisp and clean
The cool breeze, the air is crisp and clean
And who's who? The cool breeze, the fresh air
I follow my excitement, I follow my heart
I hit the keyboard and pour out my love for my mother
I'm the clumsiest of all your children
But don't doubt his sincerity
Mother, my thanks to you start with a blade of grass
Spring is hard at work, summer blossoms a pale orchid
And in the summer, a flower of the orchid is born. In the fall, it keeps its silence in the wind
In the winter
While everyone thinks you're dead
In fact, your roots are connected to the warmth of the earth
Mother, I'm thankful to you for a sparrow that flits by the window
It stops and hops in the wide square, enjoying the sunshine and the tranquility. It's searching for its own food. The square is free of earthquakes, tsunamis, obscenities, and violence, and bloodshed. Forgiving, kind, good
Thanks to you, Mother, I'll be one with a coal
A coal awakened deep in the earth, a dormant sun
lifted by sturdy miners, rises up to the earth
Shysterically silent, black in the boiling furnace
Participating in the chorus of light once in a lifetime
That's the electricity, that's the light, that's the heat
Wherever it goes, flowers bloom and grow. >Wherever I go, flowers bloom and flourish
The glory and dreams that Houyi chased are blossoming today
Mother like the land, mother like the sky, mother like the fatherland
In the fall, I use only one great title: mother
This is my blunt, shallow way of expressing myself, so that you may know how much I love, how much I love the mother's giving
Love, the eye that sees, the eye that sees, the eye that sees, the eye that sees. p>
Love everything that my eyes have seen and my ears have heard
Whether rich or poor, happy or sad
I love you, Mother, with tears in my eyes and gratitude in my heart
Oh! Mother, you are so tolerant, kind, and good
You are not beautiful
You are gentle and beautiful
I am in your arms
Like a baby, I have no worries
Wherever I go
Your smile is always in my mind
You are always there for me
Remember how you once said. The ordinary can be sublime
Oh, mom
You taught me to be bold and courageous
You inspired my intellect and imagination
You opened your arms for me to grow up
Let me fly free in the sky
No matter how hard and long the road may be
As long as I have you to give me an encouraging glance
I feel as if I am plugged in to the world
I will always be there for you.
I felt as if I had wings
I had the strength to continue to face the difficulties
You worked so hard for me
I can't forget your teaching
From the first time I picked up my backpack
I was no longer a naughty boy
In winter, you sewed me a cotton jacket
The cold was chased away
Wrinkles appeared on your forehead
Wrinkles appeared on your forehead
Wrinkles appeared on your forehead
Wrinkles appeared in your eyes
You smile and say it's a sign of happiness
Sending you a carnation
My gratitude to you
I can't forget you
Wishing you eternal youth
Thanksgiving to my mother
Poem for my mother
Author: Bing Xin
Mother
I have wanted to write a poem for you for a long time
But I have written it many times
But I still haven't written it well
Mother, I don't know how to start
I don't know how to end
I don't know what to write
It's like when I was a child and faced with your harsh slap
I don't know how to start, I don't know how to end
It's like when I was a child and faced with your strict slap
I don't know how to end.
I don't know if I should be brave enough to accept it
or if I should choose to run away from it
Mother, I thought of you again tonight
I decided to write a poem for you
even if it's not good enough
even if you
far away from home
will never be able to read it... ...
Mother, if you see a very small white boat in your dreams,
don't be surprised that it comes into your dreams for no reason.
It was folded with tears by your beloved daughter,
and begged him to carry her love and sorrow home.
Mother
Author: Shu Ting
Your pale fingertips are tending to my temples
I can't help but pull on your lapel as I did when I was a child
However, mother
In order to keep your fading figure
Although the sun in the morning has already cut the dream into wisps of smoke
I still don't dare to open my eyes for a long time
I'm not sure if I'll ever see you again, I'd rather not be with you. I still dare not open my eyes
I still cherish that bright red scarf
I fear that washing it will make it
lose the warmth that was so characteristic of you
Mother
Isn't the water of age just as relentless
Fearful that the memories will also fade
How could I dare to open the screen of it
For a thorn I cried out to you. A thorn I once cried out to you
Now with a crown of thorns, I dare not
dare not moan a single word
Oh, Mother
I have often looked up at your picture in sorrow
Even though the call can penetrate the yellow earth
How dare I disturb your sleep
I have not dared to display love's offerings in this manner
Although I have written many songs
To the flowers, to the sea, to the dawn
Here, Mother
My sweet and deep remembrance
is not a torrent, not a waterfall
It is a dry well that sings no song in the midst of the flowers and the trees
■Mother
Written by Lov
Mother is as humble as moss
Serious as the dawn
There is a mother that is as humble as moss
Mother is as solemn as the morning sun.
Serious as the morning sun,
Soft as the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River,
Strong as the cold jade of a thousand years,
When she raises her eyes,
She is the bright moon,
When she lowers her eyes,
She is the mangled earth.
■Mother's Poem
(1)
Your greatness has condensed my flesh and blood
Your greatness has shaped my soul
Your life is a voyage of love
You have used your graceful wheel of life
to weave a calendar with the fresh smell of ink
Year after year, I have spent time in your affection
Year after year, I have spent time in your affection
Year after year, I have spent time in your affection
You are the only person in the world who has ever been in love.
Playing on your shoulders and knees
(2)
You are a big tree
Leaning on you in spring to fantasize
Leaning on you in summer to flourish
Leaning on you in autumn to mature.
In winter, I lean on you for contemplation
Your tall and wide canopy ~
Makes the fields never wild
Mother, you gave me life
You are the ground on which I grew up
(3)
In sadness, you are comfort
In depression, you are hope
In weakness, you are strength
There is no doubt that you are the tree of the world, the tree of the world, the tree of the world. Strength
Sheltered from the storm in your little cove
You open my eyes
You are my everlasting friend, the driving force of my life
(d)
You bend over me cautiously and with love and compassion
You bare your bright heart
Your energetic smile is strong
Your boiling Your blood runs on
(5)
Let me be immersed in your joy
Let me enjoy your warmth
Let me be enchanted by your arms
Let me be snuggled up in your embrace
(6)
There is a faint poem in the long cloud
There is love in the faint poem
There is love in the faint poem
There is love in the faint cloud
Love in the faint cloud
Love in the faint cloud
Love in the faint cloud
Love in the faint cloud
Love in the faint poem
There is a deep love in a deep love
There is a strong meaning in a deep love
(7)
If my mother is the rain, then I'm the rainbow after the rain
If my mother is the moon, then I'm the star that holds the moon
Mother is the root from which I grew up
I'm the fruit of my mother's ideal
(8)
I grew up, my mother's black hair was dark. >As I grow up, my mother's black hair looks like the frost on a maple leaf, and the stars are shining with silver light
I kissed those traces of years y j)`
I offer you a heart of my own
(IX)
May the sweetness of the aroma and richness of the fragrance linger on in your life
May the sound of my laughter like silver bells fill up your brow
May all my blessings be mixed into the sweetness of your heart, and my heart be full of love, and I wish that you will be happy.
May all my blessings be rubbed into your heart
A green leaf full of its love for the root
A hymn condensing my love for you"
Let the flowers in your heart bloom like a cloud
Let the fragrance accompany you through the years
■Sunshine on the old clothes
Written by: (Qing Dynasty) Zhou Shouchang
Thirty years of coarse robes to check the still exist. The lapel is torn but still warm.
The heavy sewing does not bear to be removed, and there are traces of my mother's old threads on it.
■Mom's Clock
Author: Xiaomin
When you come back from disappointment,
children,
no matter how high you are,
Mom's bosom will still be able to encircle you.
I would like to be your "mommy clock" until the day the clock ages and refines without stopping.
■Mother's Bible
Author: Xiaomin
Whenever I open this Bible,
I can't help but hold it to my chest,
like embracing my dear mother,
I can still smell the faint fragrance emanating from my mother's body,
and see my mother's beautiful and elegant appearance.
■Learning to be a good mother
Author: Xiaomin
"The hand that pushes the cradle is the hand that changes the society"
"Motherhood"
is a privilege given by God to women,
Sacrificing for a child by being a mother is invaluable, and
giving is also unconditional.
■『Mom』
Author: 藑 Hong
When I met you,
I was ten years old/you were thirty-five.
You were a doughy-faced mom/
Your love was a tub full of bathwater/
Warm,
Almost floating me.
■Mother
Author: Gao Mingcheng
The earth keeps on spinning
At a young age, I accidentally fell into a ditch
In a pool of blood You picked me up violently from the earth's hand
It was you, the almighty Hercules!
A thousand grains of rain slid down the side of the umbrella
Grains poured into your back
And yet in my arms I didn't get an inch of rain
The hospital turned out to be the finish line of the marathon
It was you The brave ambulance!
Starry mornings are born and die
I also know that they age and part
Regret is always planted in the heart after parting
Inch by inch, the river is inexhaustible
Spring is warm, the sea and sky are endless
It's you, incarnation of the Goddess of Mercy!
■
Author: Xu Yi Lan
Modern parents use respect, understanding of the care,
to accept the child's strengths and weaknesses,
encouragement instead of blame,
praise instead of blame,
but also to give them adequate spiritual food,
inculcated the concept that new books are better than new clothes.
■
Written by Zhang Mo
Love is a tiny ribbon,
which a mother gently ties with wrinkles.
■
Author: Li Qiao
People come from the earth,
inherently have the nostalgia of returning to nature,
and the mother is the embodiment of the earth.
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Source: Bing Xin's The Starry Night
Mother!
When the storm in the sky comes,
the bird hides in his nest;
When the storm in my heart comes,
I only hide in your arms.
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Source: Bing Xin's "Seven Past Events"
Mother!
You are the lotus leaf, I am the red lotus.
The rain is coming in my heart,
Besides you,
who is my shade under the shelterless sky?
■Ode to Mother
Written by Zheng Guozhu
Though mothers are still poor
Children's love for their mothers is never ambiguous
We only shouted "Long live mother"
Deeper love in the heart of a volcano
Though the mother is ordinary and unprofitable
There is no doubt that the mother's love for the mother has been a great success. Mother is a real hero in the hearts of her children
Who can live with the achievements of the kings and lords of the world?
Sons and daughters are able to remember their mother's kindness in their hearts
Despite the fact that her mother is a man of few words
She is heavier than Tarzan in the hearts of her sons and daughters
She does not have any earth-shattering greatness
but she pours her mother into her sons and daughters' successes
(Excerpt)
■Ordinary Life
Author: Du Jinghua From: The mother's kindness is unforgettable
The mother is a man of many things.
How many paths have been traveled by your little feet
?
And on your thin shoulders
there is still a heavy burden
This road is long and long
It is full of your blood, your sweat, your tears
and endless humiliation
Your brown cheeks
write of your years of labor
You, however, never seemed to know what it meant to suffer
But you never knew what it meant to suffer. never seemed to know the meaning of suffering
You were always tenacious and kept walking
Always a long road under your feet
No one ever asked you why you were walking
And you never thought to tell anyone about it
You were always that silent
Walking, walking, walking without a word ．．．．．．
Your little feet,
out of a long
can't see the end of the road
■A hymn to our ancestors
Author: Wenwen
The winds of the sun are toon toon toon toon, but not all of the deep love of the mother's grace
Raising a daughter and caressing her son is the natural way to go, and the tears of the pregnancy and delivery are there
To be afraid and afraid of the meat of my heart, and the phoenix will become a dragon.
The most beautiful thing about Meng Jiao's poem is that she is so beautiful that the world will never forget her
Mothers are great
Mothers are like the moon that shines on the windows and doors of my house, and they are so holy and kind that they emit the light of love.
For the sake of her children, she is not afraid of the dark clouds, giving me warmth and encouraging me to go up.
Mother, I love you, I love you, you are great
Mother, like a star, shines on the windows and doors of my house, holy and kind, emitting the light of love.
■Grateful heart
I come from chance, like a piece of dust, who can see my fragility
Where do I come from, where do I return to, who calls me in the next moment
The sky and the earth is wide, but the road is difficult to walk, I have seen all the bumps and bruises on the earth hard work
How much love do I still have? How many more tears do I still have? p>Grateful heart, thanks to you, accompanied by my life, so that I have the courage to do my own
Grateful heart, thanks to you, flowers blossomed and fell I will cherish the same
■Mother I love you
Mother! I love you. I love you, you taught us to suffer, you taught us to strive for success
Childhood scenes are often in my dreams, my mother's love will never be forgotten, my mother's kindness will never be forgotten
Even if it is a shocking wave, even if it is a storm
With your mother, everyone is willing to struggle, and everyone will become a great man
Poem dedicated to my mother
"M-more": that's the way it is, I'd like to thank you for your help. M-more": that's how much my mother has given me;
"O-old": but my mother is getting old;
"T-tear": that's the string of tears she has wiped away for me. "H-heart": this is my mother's pure heart of gold;
"E-eye": she is my mother's loving eyes;
"R-right": it is my wish for my mother - to be healthy and happy forever and ever!
--After putting them together, you'll understand why we call out fondly: mother--mother!
■Make Mom Happier
Mom's love and care keep us warm;
Mother's selflessness, let us touch;
Mother's generosity, let us shock;
And let mother happy, is our **** the same wish
.