What are some poems that praise mothers?

Poetry Maternal Love

Motherly Love

Author Fu Tianlin

I am your dark-skinned mother

White skin Mother's poems about mother 2007-05-25 19:42 Poems to mother

Author: Bing Xin

Mother, for a long time

I have wanted to You write a poem

But you have written it many times

You still haven’t finished it

Mother, I wrote this poem for you

I don’t know how to begin

I don’t know how to end

I don’t know what to write

It’s like a harsh slap from you when I was a child

I don’t know whether I should accept it bravely

or choose to escape

Mother, I think of you again tonight

I decided to I want to write a poem for you

Even if it is not well written

Even if you are far away from home

You will never be able to read it...

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

Don't be surprised if it falls into the dream for no reason.

This is written by your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes,

Thousands of rivers and mountains, begging him to carry her love and sorrow back home.

■Mother

Author: Shu Ting

Your pale fingertips caress my temples

I can’t help but feel like I was a child

Tightly hold on to your skirt

Oh, mother

In order to keep your disappearing figure

Although the morning light has already Cut the dream into wisps of smoke

I still dare not open my eyes for a long time

I still treasure the bright red scarf

For fear of washing it

Losing your unique warmth

Oh, mother

The passage of time is also ruthless

I am afraid that the memory will fade in the same way

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How dare I open its screen so easily

I once cried to you for a thorn

Now that I am wearing a crown of thorns, I dare not

Don’t dare to moan

Oh, mother

I often look up at your photo sadly

Even if the call can penetrate the loess

How dare I disturb your sleep

I dare not display the sacrifices of love like this

Although I have written many songs

For Flowers , to the sea, to the dawn

Oh, mother

My sweet and deep yearning

Not a torrent, not a waterfall

It is a dry well hidden by flowers and trees that cannot sing

■Mother

Author: Love

Mother is as humble as moss,

solemn Like the dawn,

soft as the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River,

hard as a thousand-year-old cold jade,

when I raise my eyes,

she is The bright moon,

when you lower your head,

is the vast earth.

■Mother's Poems

(1)

Your greatness condenses my flesh and blood

Your greatness shapes my soul

Your life is a voyage of love

You use beautiful annual rings

to compile a calendar that exudes the fragrance of ink

I spend every year in your affection

Playing on your shoulders and knees

(2)

You are a big tree

Spring relies on you to dream

Summer relies on you to prosper

Autumn relies on you to mature.

Winter relies on you to meditate

Your tall and broad canopy~

Making the wilderness never wild

Mother, you gave me life

You nurtured me to grow The land

(3)

You are the comfort when I am sad

You are the hope when I am depressed

You are the hope when I am weak Strength

Take shelter from the wind and rain in your little bay

You have broadened my horizons

You are my forever best friend and the driving force of life

(4)

You carefully lean over to protect with love and compassion

You show your bright mind to your heart

Your energetic smile is strong

Your boiling blood flows endlessly

(5)

Let me immerse myself in your joy

Let me enjoy your warmth

Let me be intoxicated in your arms

Let me nestle in your arms

(6)

Yuyou There is a faint poetry in the clouds

There is a lingering love in the faint poetry

There is a deep feeling in the lingering love

There is a deep feeling in it There is a strong meaning

(7)

If mother is the rain, then I will be the rainbow after the rain

If mother is the moon, then I will hold the moon Star

My mother is the root of my growth

I am the ideal fruit of my mother

(8)

I have grown up as my mother’s The black hair is like the leaves on the maple leaves

The frost is dotted with silver light

I deeply kiss the traces of those years j)`

Peng I dedicate my heart to you

(9)

May the fragrant and mellow sweetness linger in your life_

May my laughter be like a silver bell Fill your brows

May all my blessings rub into your heart

A green leaf is full of friendship to its roots

An ode condenses me My love for you"

Let the flowers in your heart bloom like clouds

Let the fragrance accompany you through the long years

■Share old clothes

Author: (Qing Dynasty) Zhou Shouchang

The thirty-year-old silk robe still exists, although the collar is torn but still warm.

It is heavily sewn and cannot be removed lightly, and there are old thread marks on it.

■Mom Clock

Author: Xiaomin

When you come back disappointed,

Children,

No matter how tall you are, your mother’s heart can still surround you.

I would like to be your "Mother Clock" until the day when Zhong Laolian never stops.

■Mother’s Bible

Author: Xiaomin

Every time I open this Bible, I can’t help but hug it On my chest,

like hugging my dear mother,

I can still smell the faint fragrance of my mother,

see my mother’s beautiful and elegant appearance .

■Learn to be a good mother

Author: Xiaomin

"The hand that moves the cradle is the hand that changes society"

" "Mother"

is a privilege given to women by God.

A mother's sacrifice for her children is priceless, and her dedication is unconditional.

■『Mom』

Author: Hao Hong

When I met you,

I was ten years old/you were thirty-five.

You are a mother with a round face/

Your love is a basin full of bath water/

Warm,

Almost floats me.

■Mother

Author: Gao Mingcheng

The earth keeps rotating

Accidentally fell into a ditch when I was young

You lifted me from the earth in a pool of blood

Suddenly picked me up

You are the almighty strongman!

A thousand raindrops fell from the edge of the umbrella

The droplets poured into your back

I am not touched by the rain in my arms

The hospital is actually the end of the marathon

It is your brave ambulance!

The morning star is constantly born and dying

I also know that it ages and partes

Remorse will always be deeply rooted in the heart after farewell

One inch of grass and endless rivers can never be enough to complain

The spring is bright and the sea is bright and the sky is endless

This is your incarnation of Guanyin!

■

Author: Xu Yilan

Modern parents use respect, understanding and care to

accept their children’s strengths and weaknesses,

Encourage instead of blame,

praise instead of blame,

give them sufficient spiritual food,

instill that new books are better than new clothes concept.

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Author: Zhang Mo

Love is a small ribbon,

Mother ties it gently with wrinkles.

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Author: Li Qiao

People come from the earth,

There is an innate nostalgia for returning to nature,

And mother is the embodiment of the earth.

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Source: Bing Xin's "Stars"

Mother!

The storm in the sky is coming,

The bird hides in his nest;

The storm in the heart is coming,

I Just hide in your arms.

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Source: Bing Xin's "The Seventh Past"

Mother!

You are the lotus leaf and I am the red lotus.

The raindrops in my heart are coming.

Besides you,

Who is my shelter under the unobstructed sky?

■Ode to Mother

Author: Zheng Guozhu

Although the mother is still poor

The love of children for their mother is never ambiguous

We just shout "Long live mother"

A deeper love surges in our hearts like a volcano

Although the mother is ordinary and useless

She is in the hearts of her children He is a real hero

Who can achieve more achievements by princes, generals and ministers?

The children can keep their mother's kindness in their hearts

Although the mother is soft-spoken

She is more important than Mount Tai in the hearts of the children

She did not have any earth-shattering achievements

But she used her mother to nurture the success of her children

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■An Ordinary Life

Author: Du Jinghua Source: Mother's kindness is unforgettable

Your little feet

How many roads have you traveled?

And on your frail shoulders

you are still carrying a heavy burden

This road is long and long

It Covered with your blood, your sweat, your tears

And endless humiliation

Your brown cheek

It says You have been working hard for many years

However

You never seem to know what to complain about

You are always tenacious and keep walking

It is always a long road under your feet

I never asked you why you walked

You never thought of telling anyone

You are always like that Silently

Go silently, go. ． ． ． ． ．

Your little feet,

walk a long road

with no end in sight

■Dedicated to Xianci Hymn

Author: Wen Wen

The breeze blows and the sun stirs, and the mother's kindness is endlessly expressed with deep affection

The nature of raising a daughter and caring for her child makes the tears of pregnancy and childbirth remain

Being frightened and frightened, my heart turns into a phoenix and becomes a dragon, and my soul is in my dreams

The most beautiful poem by Meng Jiao is "The Spring Glows on an Inch of Grass" and "Eternal Life"

■Mother is so great

Mother Like the moon, shining on the doors and windows of my house, it is holy and kind, emitting the light of love.

For the sake of my children, I am not afraid of the dark clouds blocking me. Give me warmth and encourage me to make progress.

Mother, I love you, I love you, you are so great

Mother is like a star, shining on the doors and windows of my house, so holy and kind, emitting the light of love.

■Grateful heart

I come from accident, like a piece of dust, who can see my fragility

Where do I come from, where do I go? , who will call me at the next moment

Although the world is wide, this road is difficult to walk. I have seen all the ups and downs in this world

How much love do I still have, how many tears do I still have, I want God to know that I will not admit defeat

A grateful heart, thank you for being with me throughout my life, giving me the courage to be myself

A grateful heart, thank you for the flowers that bloom and fall I will cherish it as well

■Mother, I love you

Mother! Mother! I love you. You taught us to endure hardship and you taught us to strive for success

Childhood The scene is always in the dream. Mother's love will never be forgotten. Mother's kindness will never be forgotten

Even if it is stormy seas, even wind, frost, snow and rain

With your mother, everyone is willing to struggle. Cheng Daqi

■Poem dedicated to mother

"M-more": That is how much my mother has given me;

"O -old": But my mother is slowly getting older;

"T-tear": It is the string of tears that my mother wiped away for me;

"H-heart ": This is the mother's heart as pure as gold;

"E-eye": She is the mother's loving eyes;

"R-right": Yes My wish for my mother - health and happiness forever!

——After you put them together, you will understand why we call affectionately: mother——mother!

■Make mom happier

Mother’s love makes us warm;

Mother’s selflessness makes us moved;

Mother The broadness of the story shocked us;

And making our mother happy is our common wish!

Yellow-skinned mother

My love is as black as charcoal

White as snow

Yellow as dirt

My love has no boundaries

There are no boundaries, no boundaries. My love for you

You are a seed covered with snow

You are grown from loess tree

You are the fire lit by coal

You are life, you are strength, you are hope, you are me

My child, you are My Child

Mother's Song

(Russian) Rasul Gamzatov

Mother and mother resemble each other,

Like the oceans between the mountains

The mountains are similar to each other,

I stare at the mountains from the blue sky.

The mountains are surrounded by thunderstorms,

The closer you get to the top of the mountain, the steeper the rock walls become.

There are thousands of mountains in the world,

No one is as noble as Mother!

Whether I am happy or sad,

You are my reliable mountain.

The stars at night and the glow of dawn,

Mom, they are all included in your heart.

Now, I gaze in all directions,

Your image appears everywhere:

You are in the land where flowers are blooming,

You are here The sparkling ocean!

The earth cannot tolerate your kindness,

The sky cannot tolerate your nobility,

Mom, I really feel strange,

you How could you, how could you walk into that low and narrow wooden house? ! Poetry Maternal Love

Motherly Love

Author Fu Tianlin

I am your dark-skinned mother

White-skinned mother

Yellow-skinned mother

My love is as black as charcoal

White as snow

Yellow as dirt

I My love has no boundaries

There are no boundaries, no boundaries. My love for you

You are the seed covered with snow

You are the tree growing from the loess

You are the fire lit by coal

You are life, you are strength, you are hope, you are me

Child, my child, you are my child

Mother's Song

(Russian) Rasul Gamzatov

Mother and mother resemble each other,

Like mountains The oceans in between

The mountains are similar to each other,

I stare at the mountains from the blue sky.

The mountains are surrounded by thunderstorms,

The closer you get to the top of the mountain, the steeper the rock walls become.

There are thousands of mountains in the world,

No one is as noble as Mother!

Whether I am happy or sad,

You are my reliable mountain.

The stars at night and the glow of dawn,

Mom, they are all included in your heart.

Now, I gaze in all directions,

Your image appears everywhere:

You are in the land where flowers are blooming,

You are here The sparkling ocean!

The earth cannot tolerate your kindness,

The sky cannot tolerate your nobility,

Mom, I really feel strange,

you How could it be possible, how could it be possible to walk in?

1. Meng Jiao's "The Wandering Son's Song"

The thread in the hands of the loving mother, and the clothes on the wandering boy's body.

Before leaving, I am worried that I will return later.

Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.

2. Selections from Bai Juyi's "Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"

Si'er was a young child, flying high and carrying his mother on his back.

My parents read it at that time, but you should know it today.

3. Selections from Han Yu's "Whose Son"

The old mother with white head covered the door and cried, and rolled up the broken sleeves of her shirt.

4. Wang Anshi's "Fifteenth Anniversary"

Put his mother up the ditch in Han, leaving Bai Hanyin at home.

When I heard about Du Yu in the bright moon, the north and the south were always concerned.

5. "Farewell Old Mother" by Huang Jingren

I bow to my mother by the river and go to the river beam, and I will be worried for a long time and my eyes will dry up with tears.

It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have children than not to have children at this time.

6. "Arriving Home at the End of the Year" by Jiang Shiquan

My love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home.

The needlework on the cold clothes is dense, and the ink marks on the letters home are new.

When we meet, we pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships.

I am ashamed of the Son of Man, and dare not sigh in the dust.

7. Song Lingyun's "Remembering My Father"

Wu Shuyanyun broke the ruler's book, how can we hate each other when we are so far apart?

The dream soul is not afraid of the distance of Chang'an, and I have taken advantage of the wind several times to ask about my daily life.

8. "Thinking of Mother" by Yu Gong

My clothes are wet with tears from the reed flowers in the frost, and my white head no longer leans on the wood door.

During the yellow plum rain in May last year, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice.

9. "Remembering the Mother" by Ni Ruixuan

The river is difficult to navigate and I cannot cross it. I don’t know whether it is safe or not.

I shed tears of longing for my relatives every now and then, I’m afraid I will shed more tears for my children!

10. A selection from Peng Gui’s "Brother Jianchu came to the capital to visit his relatives and he was so happy"

How many tears have stained my hands while sewing.

11. "Back View" by Zhu Ziqing

12. M-O-T-H-E-R-----Howard Johnson (c. 1915)

M is for the million things she gave me,

O means only that she's growing old,

T is for the tears she shed to save me,

H is for her heart of purest gold ;

E is for her eyes, with love-light shining,

R means right, and right she'll always be,

Put them all together , they spell MOTHER,

A word that means the world to me.

Mother Farewell Son

Tang Bai Juyi

Mother Farewell Son , Son farewell to mother,

The sound of crying is painful in the absence of light during the day.

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Welcoming the new and abandoning the old is not enough to be sad.

It is sad to leave two children in the Jun family.

At first he was helping to walk and then to sit down.

Sitting and crying while walking and holding people's clothes.

Because of your wife Xin Yanwan,

My mother and son have been separated for a long time.

Not as good as the crows and magpies in the forest.

The mother does not lose her young, the male and the female.

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That low and narrow wooden house? ! Ancient poems praising maternal love

1. "The Wandering Son's Song" Meng Jiao, Tang Dynasty

The thread in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes on the body of a wandering son. Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.

Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light.

2. "Farewell to My Mother" by Huang Zhongze of the Qing Dynasty

Pull the curtains to worship my mother and go to the river beam. I will worry in vain as my eyes dry up with tears.

It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and having children at this time was worse than having none.

3. In the "Fifteenth Year", King Anshi of the Song Dynasty

He left his mother in Han ditch and left Bai Hanyin at home. When the moon comes out and Du Yu is heard, the north and the south are always concerned.

4. "Arrived Home at the End of the Year" by Jiang Shiquan of the Qing Dynasty

My love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are freshly inked.

When we meet, we pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships. I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust.

5. "Mother Farewell Son" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

Mother bids farewell to son, son bids farewell to mother, and the sound of crying is painful when there is no light in the day.

The general of the Kansai Hussars, Xin Ce Xun was captured last year.

With the imperial decree of two million yuan, Luoyang welcomed people like flowers.

The new man welcomes the old man and abandons him, the lotus in the palm is a thorn in the eye.

It is not enough to be sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, but it is sad to leave two children in your family.

In the beginning, he helped to walk, and in the beginning, he sat down. He cried while sitting and held people's clothes while he was walking.

The new Yanwan of your wife has separated my mother and my son.

It is not as good as the crows and magpies in the forest. The mother does not lose her young, the male and the female.

It should be like the peach and plum trees in the garden, the flowers falling on the branches with the wind.

Newcomers, newcomers, listen to my words, Luoyang Unlimited Red Mansion Girl.

I hope that the general will be able to perform meritorious service again, and that there will be new people better than you.

6. "Motherly Love" by Yang Weizhen of the Yuan Dynasty

Motherly love, love for the young, Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince.

The steps of the dragon and the tiger change with each passing day, and the dog follows the hawk and follows the trend.

Isn’t there a solitary child six feet below the knee? Ah Zhao and Amei are not crotches.

The ghost lights are dim at night, and the heavy snow is falling.

If hundreds of officials don’t hold Dong Hu’s pen, what will happen to an orphan and a widower?

Suddenly, a silver pillar ax was pierced on the ground in front of the bed, causing trouble for the books in the golden cabinet of King Han.

7. "Mo Xuan Picture" Yuan Wangmian

The bright day lily flowers grow under the North Hall.

The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom?

A loving mother leans on her door with love, but a wanderer’s journey is painful.

Every day the sweet message is sparse, and the sound is blocked every day.

Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise bird.

8. "Whose Son" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty

Whose son was neither crazy nor crazy, and he went to the king's house to praise the Taoist priest.

The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, and rolled up the broken sleeves of her shirt.

The bride with green eyebrows was twenty years old. She was driven home and cried through the city.

Perhaps Yun wants to learn how to play Feng Sheng, and admires Lingfei as much as Xiao Shi.

It is also said that the customs of the times ignore the commonplace, and strive to obtain noble positions through dangerous and strange practices.

Although there are legends about gods, those who know them will know that they are delusional.

The sage, the virtuous, and the virtuous can be deceived, but why should they die in the poor mountains?

Oh my dear brother, I am willing to teach you.

It’s not too late to punish him if he doesn’t punish him.

Whoever has sympathy for his friends and relatives can write this poem to me as a gift.

9. "Dan Ge Xing" by Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty

When a person is born, the sun begins to rise. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain quickly.

Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, and the general will be strong for half a day at night.

Singing and dancing must be done early. Yesterday is better than today.

People think that men and women are good at birth, but they don’t know that men and women make people grow old.

Short song line, no music.

10. "Reply on behalf of the old man from Beizhou" Zhang said in Tang Dynasty

The old man went to Beizhou with a salary, and looked north to his hometown and was worried about the visitors.

He said that the old man had three sons, and two of them died in the yellow sand.

Now that the children have grown up, they will be recruited again next year after hearing the news.

I know for sure that this parting will be scattered, not as good as being together in death and life.

Lend all your fields and houses to your neighbors, and return to your hometown alone.

Asking for many descendants in this life, who knows how much harder it is.

It is said that the emperor respects martial arts and vegetables, and strengthens his troops to calm Hu Chen.

There is a long-term strategy to establish peace and harmony in the border areas, so why bother displacing the Chinese people.

11. "The Great Night Work" by Tang Gaoshi

The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest's heart becomes desolate.

My hometown is far away tonight, and I am worried about another new year on my temples.

12. Selections from Bai Juyi's "Poems of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"

Si'er was a young child, flying high and carrying his mother on his back.

My parents read it at that time, but you should know it today.

13. Song Lingyun's "Remembering My Father"

Wu Shuyanyun broke the ruler's book, how can we hate each other when we are so far apart?

The dream soul is not afraid of the distance of Chang'an, and I have taken advantage of the wind several times to ask about my daily life.

14. "Thinking of Mother" by Yu Gong

My clothes are wet with the tears of reed flowers in the frost, and my white head no longer leans on the wood door.

During the yellow plum rain in May last year, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice.

15. "Remembering the Mother" by Ni Ruixuan

It is difficult for me to cross the river, and I don't know whether it is safe or not. Hongya Experimental Middle School was completed and opened in September 2001. It is a new urban junior high school invested and built by the County People's Government and directly under the County Education and Science and Technology Bureau. It has grown proudly by the Qingyi River in the southwest of the county. The school covers an area of ??60 acres and is divided into three areas: sports area, teaching area and living area, with a reasonable layout. In order to build a high-quality junior high school education brand, the school takes "future-oriented, experimental and innovative" as its school motto, adheres to the guiding ideology of "people-oriented, running the school according to the law, educating talents with morals, and standardizing management", and strives to build a semi-closed management model and embark on a entrepreneurial journey with passion The road to revitalizing the school. After three rounds of teacher recruitment and student recruitment, as of September 2004, the school had 24 teaching classes in three grades, more than 1,500 students, 65 teachers, and the average age of teachers was 36.1 years old. In June 2004, the school’s first graduates took the Meishan City High School Entrance Examination and achieved a great start: ***115 people were admitted within the compulsory plan of Hongya Middle School, breaking the 100-person mark for the first time in a single school and setting a new high for Hongya Junior High School education; Shu Yuxue won the first place in the city and became the first Meishan high school entrance examination champion in our county; the overall evaluation scores of the six unified examination subjects of Chinese, mathematics, English, politics, history, and physical education ranked first in the county, and physics and chemistry ranked second in the county. , the school won the first prize in the 2004 Education and Teaching Quality Assessment of the County Education Science and Technology Bureau.

After three years of ups and downs, the school has successively won the titles of "Sichuan Province Model Parent School", "Meishan City Model School for School Management according to Law", "Meishan City School Style Qualified School", "Hongya County Civilized Unit", "Hongya County One-Star School" "and more than ten honorary titles. After three years of development, the Experimental Middle School emerged from the crisis and emerged strongly, becoming the leading school in junior high school education in the county. Under the guidance of loyalty and dedication, Shizhong people are releasing the hope of tomorrow for a beautiful ecological home.

I shed tears of missing my loved ones in the dark, I’m afraid I will shed more tears for my children!