Poems about love for mother in montese

Deep love is in the sheepish love

Deep love is in the strong meaning

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If my mother is the rain, then I am the rainbow after the rain

If my mother is the moon, then I am the star that holds the moon

My mother is the root from which I grow

I am the fruit of my mother's ideals

The Song of a Wanderer

By Meng Jiao

The Song of a Wanderer

The song is written by Meng Jiao, who was born in the late Qing Dynasty, in the late Qing Dynasty.

By Meng Jiao

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.

Ah, mother,

in order to keep your fading figure,

although the morning sun has cut the dream into wisps of smoke,

I still do not dare to open my eyes for a long time.

I still treasure the red scarf,

fearing that washing it will make it

lose your unique warmth.

Ah, Mother,

is not the water of ages equally merciless?

For fear that the memory will fade,

How dare I open its screen so easily?

For a thorn I cried to thee,

And now with a crown of thorns I dare not,

Nor moan a single word.

Ah, Mother,

I used to look up at your picture in sorrow,

even though the call could penetrate the yellow earth,

how could I dare to disturb your sleep?

I have not dared to display the gift of love in this way,

though I have written many songs,

to the flowers, to the sea, to the dawn.

Ah, Mother,

my sweet, deep, quiet remembrance,

is not a torrent, not a waterfall,

it is an ancient well that sings no song in the midst of flowers and trees.

Paper boat

- send mother Ice heart

I never want to abandon a piece of paper,

always keep - keep,

folded into a one by one very small boat,

I have a lot of money to spend, but I don't know what I'm going to do, I don't know what I'm going to do.

I always kept it, kept it,

and folded it into a very small boat,

and threw it down from the boat into the sea.

Some of them were blown by the wind into the windows of the boat,

and some of them were wetted by the waves and stained on the bow of the boat.

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.

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. Song of Exhortation to Filial Piety

The mother calls the child dry, the child shits and 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. Song of Exhortation to Filial Piety

With a loving mother in front of him, the prodigal son will not feel the cold.

Who knows how much love, kindness, and suffering my parents have given me? Little Children's Words

The white-headed old mother cries over the door, and her sleeves are broken, but she does not stop.

The mother's honor is hanging down to glow the pipe, and the wu is sinking into the silent night stage. 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. Who says that an inch of grass has a heart, but it repays the three spring suns. Meng Jiao (Tang Dynasty)

In the past, Mencius' 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 uncontaminated love in the world is mother's love.

When you are successful, anyone is a friend. But only a mother - she is a companion in times of failure. Zheng Zhenduo

Woe to my parents, who have paid for my birth. The Book of Songs

Without a father, what father is there, and without a mother, what mother is there? 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 old. Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty

There are no parents in the world; brothers are the rarest thing in the world.

My father gave birth to me, my mother gave birth to me, caressed me, raised me, brought me up, nurtured me,

cared for me, and restored me. The Book of Songs

If the father is not kind, then the son is not filial; if the brother is not friendly, then the brother is not respectful; if the husband is not righteous, then

the woman is not obedient. Yan Zhiwei (晏之推)

If we do not have a good father and brother within us, and a strict teacher and friend outside us, there are fewer people who can be successful. Song Lu Gongzhi

What my parents want to do, I will follow; what my parents miss, I will be kind to them.

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. Fei Xiaotong

The Song of the Traveling Child

(Tang) Meng Jiao

The thread in the hands of a loving mother,

the clothes on the body of the traveling son.

The line in the hand of a loving mother is a thread,

the clothes on the body of a wandering son are on his back.

Who says an inch of grass is in the heart,

rewarding the three spring suns.

Exhortation to filial piety

Confucius wrote the book of filial piety, filial piety is the genus of virtue.

All the parents are hard, especially the mother.

A baby is born in October, before it reaches adulthood.

Thirst drinks his mother's blood, and hunger eats her flesh.

The child is about to be born, and the mother is in prison.

I am afraid that at the time of the birth, I will be a ghost.

Once the child meets, the mother's life is renewed.

They love the child as a precious treasure, and they are always at their beck and call.

The mother sleeps on a wet mat, the child on a dry bed.

The child sleeps peacefully, and the mother does not dare to stretch her legs.

The mother does not mind the smell of her child's filth, and she is willing to pay for her child's sickness.

I want my child to be able to walk, and I want him to behave in an upright manner.

Three years of breastfeeding, and a thousand tons of sweat and blood.

A child should be able to eat and drink as much as he desires.

The price of the child's labor is so high that the child is now fifteen or sixteen years old.

The first thing that I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what is happening in the world.

The first thing you should do is to praise your children for their good deeds, and then educate them for their faults.

The first thing I did was to praise my son for his good deeds, and to teach him if he had done anything wrong.

When a child travels thousands of kilometers, the heart of his parents goes out to him.

The filial piety is a matter of course, but if you are not filial, you are not as good as an animal.

No Mongolian, but Chinese?

My Mother Lyrics

My Mother

Singer: Jieyang Zhuoma

On the cloudy earth

I came to the earth from your arms

In my young mind

You sown me hope for my life

When I raise my eyes to look at the hometown

Far away, your figure flashes.

When I see geese flying far away

I want to call out to you

Calling out to you, my mother

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(Grassland song floats in the sky and earth, vast and deep)!

The song is from the original pure land!

The music of the sky comes from the call of the homeland!

The most beautiful mezzo-soprano in the world, mesmerized by you!)

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In the sun-drenched wilderness

You have made me your ideal

On my journey through life

I have borne the hardships and sorrows of the world

When I raise my eyes to look at my hometown

I see in my tears that the music of heaven comes from the call of the homeland.

When I see the geese flying far away

I want to call out to you

5. Poetry about mother's love

A loving mother loves her son, but not for reward. Liu An (漢〗刘安) The grace of birth in October is heavy, but the repayment in three lifetimes is light. The Song of Exhortation to Filial Piety

A foot and three inches of baby, ten and eight years of work. Song of Counseling Filial Piety A mother claims that her son is dry and sleeps dry, while her son shits and mother sleeps wet. Song of Exhortation to Filial Piety Mother suffers before her son sees her, while her son works hard to make her mother restless. A mother is a hundred years old, but she always remembers her eighty-year-old son. The mother is a hundred years old and always remembers her eighty-year-old son. Aphorisms Collection Threads in the hands of a loving mother, clothes on the body of a wandering son. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a traveling son. Who says that an inch of grass is heartful, but rewards the three spring suns. Meng Jiao (孟郊) in the Tang Dynasty (唐〗唐〗孟郊) In the past, Meng's mother chose her neighbor's place. When the son did not learn, the loom was cut off. The Three Character Classic

Paper Boat (To My Mother) Ice Heart I have never been willing to discard a single piece of paper, but have always kept it - kept it, folded it up into a very small boat, and thrown it down from the boat into the sea. Some of them were swept by the wind into the windows of the boat. Some were wetted by the waves and stained on the bow. Still I folded them every day, hoping that one would go where I wanted it to go. 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 it to carry her love and sadness to return.

The Song of the Traveling Son Meng Jiao

The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of the traveling son.

The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are on the body of her son.

Who says the heart of an inch of grass is the reward for three spring suns.

Meng Jiao, a famous poet of the Tang Dynasty, lost his father at a very early age, and lived with his mother. He studied hard since childhood, and took the imperial examinations many times, but he failed many times, and only became a magistrate at the age of forty. This poem was written by Meng Jiao after he became a magistrate, recalling the past and thinking about it.

Mother's Love (Poem)

Source: Holy Mother's Love

Mother's Love, not picking a child's face

Mother's Love, not distinguishing between spring, summer, autumn and winter

Mother's Love, sublime and great

Mother's Love, infinite loyalty

No matter if you're calm and agitated

No matter if you're failing or succeeding

Mother's Love, you're failing or succeeding

Mother's Love. You fail, you succeed

Mother's love is everywhere

She is the one who accompanies you through life

She is the one who releases the phoenix and the dragon on earth

She is the one who lifts up the rainbow in the sky

If you don't know about mother's love

You lose the true meaning of life

If you forget about mother's love

A mother who falls in love with a poor woman

A mother in poverty

How can we be at peace with one another's thoughts?

With our hands to dye the color of the melting splendor

With a heart of love to zoom in on the overall prosperity

Caring for our mothers is also a sublimation of the purification of you and me

For the mother to try to dry the tears *** to enjoy the splendor of the grandeur!

Poems about mother's love are as follows:

1. Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty's The Song of the Traveling Son

The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of the traveling son. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son. The first is that the mother's heart is in the hands of the child, and the child's clothes are in the hands of the mother.

Translation:

A kind mother holds a needle and thread in her hand, making new clothes for her child who is about to travel far away. Before the trip, she sewed a needle closely, fearing that her son would come back late and his clothes would be torn. Who says like grass as weak filial piety, can repay like the spring sunshine Puze mother's kindness?

Background:

The Song of the Traveling Son was written by Meng Jiao in Liyang. The author was a wanderer in his early years, and it was only at the age of fifty that he got a lieutenant in Liyang County, ending his long years of wandering and displacement, and then he brought his mother to live with him. The poet had tasted the coldness of the world, and realized that family love is precious, so he wrote this touching poem in praise of his mother.

2. Yuan Dynasty Wang Guan's "Ink and Daylily Picture - One of Its Parts"

Splendid daylily flowers, Luo Sheng under the North Hall.

The purpose of the meal is to be sparse, the sound of the day to block. The first thing I want to do is to get the money to pay for it.

Translation:

The daylilies were born under the north hall. The south wind is blowing the daylilies, swaying for whom they are spitting out their fragrance? The kind mother leans on the door and looks forward to the child, the traveler who is far away from home is that bitter ah! 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.

Wang Coronation

Yuan Dynasty poet, literati, calligrapher, painter Wang Coronation, the word Yuan Zhang, the number of boiled stone Shannong, Zhuji, Zhejiang Province. He was born in a farming family. Widowed father at an early age, in the Qin family cattle, every day using the cattle time to paint the lotus, evening to the temple under the long light reading, profound knowledge, can poetry, green group ink plum. He lived in seclusion in Jiu Li Mountain and sold paintings for a living. Painting plum blossoms with rouge for plum blossom bone body, or flower dense branches, unique style, also good at writing bamboo and stone. He was also good at writing bamboo and stone. He was also good at engraving, and it was rumored that he started to use flower milk stone as the material for printing. He is the author of "Bamboo Zhai Collection", "Ink and Plum Figure Inscription Poem" and so on.

1. "Arriving home at the end of the year"

Chiang Shih-chuan

His love for his son was endless, and he was happy to return home.

The cold clothes are closely knitted, and the letters from home are freshly inked.

I am so sorry to see you so thin, and I call you to ask you about your suffering.

I'm not sure how much I'll be able to do with this.

This is the first time I have ever seen a book in a suitcase, and I have never seen a book in a suitcase.

The white clouds and red trees can be used to move the horses, and ten thousand ravines and thousands of peaks can be used to make a hut.

Polygonatum polygonatum is a kind of polygon, and it is a kind of polygon. I am sorry for my parents, for the price they paid to give birth to me.

Polygonatum polygonatum, polygonatum yiwei. We are sorry for the labor of our parents.

The bottle is exhausted, the earthenware jar is disgraced. The life of the people is not as long as the death of the people.

What is a father without a father? The first time I've seen this, I've seen it in my life, and I've seen it in my life. The first thing that you need to do is to get out of the house and into the house.

4. "Poem of Sorrow and Anger"

Cai Wen Ji

I think of my parents and lament endlessly.

A guest came from outside, and I was always glad to hear 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.

The encounter is by mere wishing, and the flesh and blood come to meet the self.

5. "Seven Sorrowful Poems"

Wang Ch'ung

There was a starving woman on the road who abandoned her son in the grass.

He heard the sound of weeping and waved his tears and did not return.

The woman was not sure where she was going to die, but how could she finish her life?

There was a hungry woman on the road, who abandoned her son in the grass.

A hungry woman on the road abandoned her son in the grass.

6. 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 is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are on the body of a traveling son.

Who says that the heart of an inch of grass is the same as that of three spring suns.

7, "Spring Day"

Yu Qian

The year last year, the white hair is new, hurriedly and immediately spring.

The river is empty, but it's not empty. The years have been merciless.

One inch of heart to serve the country, two lines of tears to think of relatives.

I have one inch of heart to serve my country and two lines of tears to think of my family.

Who says that the grass has a heart,

to repay the three spring sunshine.

3. A loving mother loves her son, not for reward. Liu An

October is the month of birth, but three lifetimes are not enough to repay. The 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, 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-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. A Collection of Aphorisms

In the past, Mencius' mother chose her neighbor. The son did not learn, and the loom was cut off. Three Character Classic

Poetry

A kind 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. 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, 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-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; the wu is sinking, and the platform 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. Who says that an inch of grass has a heart, but it repays three spring suns. Tang Meng Jiao

Previously, Mencius' mother chose her neighbor. When the son did not learn, the loom was broken. Three Character Classic

Famous Quotes

1 Gonchar's famous quote: A mother's love is never exhausted. This shows that a mother's love is very great and is always with us.

2 Lao She said: the loss of a loving mother is like a flower stuck in a bottle, although there is still color and fragrance, but lost the root. I think this quote shows that a loving mother is very important to a person, just like the root is as important as the flower.

3 All the glory and pride in the world comes from mothers. (Gorky)

4 Mother's love is a great flame. (Romain Rolland)

5 The most beautiful sound in the world is a mother's call. (Dante)

6 The arms of a loving mother are made of love, how can a child not sleep sweetly in them? (Victor Hugo)

7 The sweetest word that the lips of man can utter is mother, and the most beautiful call is "Mama". (Kahlil Gibran)

8 Mother's love is the greatest power on earth. (Mill)

9 When you are successful, everyone is a friend. But only a mother - she is a companion in failure. (Zheng Zhenduo)

10 What a strong, selfish, fanatical feeling mother love is that occupies our whole heart. (Duncan)

11 How alike are mothers all over the world! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a heart of the utmost innocence and purity. (Whitman)

12 All the glory and pride of the world comes from mothers. (Gorky)

13 One of the most beautiful things in life is a mother's love, an unselfish love to which morality is dwarfed. (Japan)

14 Wherever you are, mom, is the happiest place (UK)

15 Mother's love is the greatest power in the world (Mir)

16 Everything else in the world is false and empty, but only the mother is real, eternal and indestructible. (India)

17 O mother of memory! O most beloved lover, you are all my joy, all my affection. (France)

18 How strong, selfish, and fanatical is the affection of a mother's love that occupies our whole heart (Duncan)

19 On the lips and in the heart of a child, the mother is God. (England)

20 Mother's love is the most beautiful of human emotions, because it is not mixed with profit and gain (France)

21 Women are weak, but mothers are strong (France)

22 The child's mind would be a desert without the help of unselfish, self-sacrificing mother's love. (UK)

Paper Boat (to mother) Ice Center I never want to give up a piece of paper, always kept - kept, folded into a very small boat, from the boat thrown down in the sea. Some of them were swept by the wind into the windows of the boat. Some were wetted by the waves and stained on the bow. Still I folded them every day, hoping that one would go where I wanted it to go. Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dreams, don't be surprised if it comes into your dreams for no reason. It was folded by your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes, begging it to carry her love and sorrow home.

Will this do?