Poems about parents' love 1. Poetry about the love of parents
A traveler's song
Meng Jiao
The midline of the loving mother's hand,
You get dressed.
Close and close the seam,
I'm afraid I will be late.
Who is careless,
Make three spring scenery.
Bielaomu
To worship the mother river beam,
Worry, watch.
On the tragic snowstorm night in Chai Men,
At this time, having children is better than nothing.
China's Poetry-Qing-Huang Jingren
Always how many tears, all dyed red hand-sewn clothes.
"My father is full of books and the bus is pestering me" (Shi Qisheng's "Writing in My Arms")
In October, the baby is heavy and the reward is light. -"Song of Persuading Filial Piety"
The blue sky wails, calling strict father; Clear water complains of blood every word, and every word cries for mother.
Don't teach your parents to suffer, and don't teach them to worry.
A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return. Liu An [Korea]
In October, the baby is heavy and the reward is light. Song of exhorting filial piety
One-foot-three baby, ten years and eight years' work. Song of exhorting filial piety
The mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet. Song of exhorting filial piety
The mother's bitter son has not seen it yet, and the child's mother is uneasy. Song of exhorting filial piety
My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. Song of exhorting filial piety
With a loving mother, the prodigal son does not feel cold. Song of exhorting filial piety
I didn't know my parents when I loved them. Children's language
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. Han Yu
When the mother instrument hangs down, it is bright and the night platform is silent. Motto collection
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? [Tang] Meng Jiao
Yesterday, Meng Mu chose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. Three Character Classic
Mother, the first relative in the world; Motherly love is the first love in the world. Strict words
The only unpolluted love in the world is maternal love. Strict words
When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is the partner of failure. zheng zhenduo
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. The Book of Songs
What's wrong with having no father? What's wrong with not having a mother? The Book of Songs
A father's virtue is a son's legacy. Strict words
Parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. Motto couplets
Don't be happy with children, and don't sigh without children. Han Yu
Everyone knows that it is good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women will make people old. Wang Jian
All parents in the world; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi
Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. Motto Lian Bi
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nurtured me,
Take care of me and answer me. The Book of Songs
Father is not kind, son is not filial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; Husband is unfair.
This woman is not smooth. Yan Zhitui [Southern and Northern Dynasties]
There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, no strict teachers and friends outside, and few people can succeed. [Song] Lv Gongzhu
Parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents. Motto Lian Bi
A lot. See for yourself.
2. Thank your parents for their poems
A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return.
[Han] Liu An was pregnant heavily in October, but the reward was light. Song of Persuading Filial Piety is a one-foot-three-inch treasure, which has been a work for ten years and eight years.
The mother of "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" said that the child lay dry and the mother fell asleep wet. "Song of Persuading Filial Piety" is not seen by the mother, and the child is uneasy.
My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. Before "Song of Persuading Filial Piety", the prodigal son is not cold.
Song of Persuading Filial Piety is full of love and hardship. Who knew my parents when they hurt me? "Children's Words Are Unbridled" The bald mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt sleeves were broken. [Tang] Han Yu's mother instrument hangs down, the tube is bright, and the night platform is silent.
A collection of proverbs, a thread in the hand of a loving mother, makes clothes for her wayward son's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? Meng Jiao used to live in and chose a neighbor.
In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. The mother of Saint Amethyst, the first relative on earth; Motherly love is the first love in the world.
Strictly speaking, the only uncontaminated love in the world is maternal love. When Yan Yan succeeds, everyone is a friend.
But only mother-she is the partner of failure. Zheng Zhenduo lost his parents and gave birth to me.
The Book of Songs has neither father nor mother. The Book of Songs is the virtue of the father and the legacy of the son. Clear pronunciation and mellow voice, parents respected; Give children a good education.
Don't be happy to have a son, and don't sigh without one. [Tang] Han Yu people see that boys and girls are good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.
[Tang] Wang Jian's parents are both on earth; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi is the best parent in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world.
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed, caressed, nursed, nurtured, cared and answered me. In the Book of Songs, the father is unkind and the son is unfilial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy.
[Northern and Southern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui had no virtuous father and brother in his life, and no strict teacher and friend outside, but few people succeeded. [Song] Lv Gongzhu's parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents.
In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over. Fei Xiaotong.
3. Thank your parents for their poems
1, "The Prodigal Son" Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
A loving mother makes clothes for her long-distance son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
2, "Ge E" Pre-Qin: Anonymous
It's me, Polygonum hydropiper. Artemisia argyi is a bandit. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.
I am a loser, but I am a thief. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.
Look, mugwort has grown taller, but it's not mugwort, it's mugwort. Pity my parents, it's too hard to raise me! Look at the wormwood that snuggles up to each other, but it's not wormwood, it's Wei Pity my parents, it's too tiring to raise me!
3, "Don't Ma Lao" Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
Because I had to go to He Liang to make a living, I opened the curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to my old mother. Seeing my white-haired mother, I couldn't help crying and my tears dried up. On this snowy night, it's a pity that we can't be filial to our mother, but we have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. What's the use of adopting a son? I still don't want it.
4. "Night Crying in the Second Dock" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
The second time I lost my mother, I vomited because I was dumb. Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old. Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved.
If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart. A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad. What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness.
Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died. What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird. The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied.
Jiwu lost his mother and kept crying sadly. I stayed in the old forest in the morning and evening and refused to fly away all the year round. Crying in the middle of the night every day, everyone who hears it can't help crying. Ciwu's crying seems to be lamenting that he failed to fulfill his duty of timely feeding back filial piety.
Don't other birds have mothers? Why are you so sad just because of Jiwu? Your mother's kindness must be so deep that you can't bear it! Once upon a time, there was a man named Wu Qi. His mother died, but there was no mourning. Alas, such people, their hearts are really worse than animals! Jiwu, Jiwu! You are a great bird!
5. "Xuan Mo Figure 1" Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian
Brilliant day lily flowers, Luosheng North Hall. The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit?
A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk. May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful.
Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.
Bright day lilies are born under the North Hall. The south wind blows the day lily, swaying for whom to confide fragrance? A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's hard for a wanderer to travel far away! The support for parents is alienated every day, and the news of children is not reached every day. Looking up at a cloud forest, I am ashamed to hear the sound of the birds, and I still miss it.
4. Express gratitude to parents with poems.
Poetry about filial piety to parents! (original). Remember the kindness in life, the kindness of parents is as deep as the sea.
It is difficult to conceive a mother in October, and there is a cycle for giving birth. Being a child should be filial, and the kindness of raising should be rewarded.
It has been passed down from generation to generation since ancient times. Ding Lan carves wood for her parents, which is not a kind gentleman.
Unfilial people feel deeply guilty and honor their parents and children. Why didn't you report breastfeeding because of your parents' past lives?
Honor your parents and be grateful, and traditional virtues will be praised through the ages. Turn the individual doctor's heart into a filial poem! (original). 4. fishing alone in the cold river, there is no good news anywhere in the world, and things are unintentional.
Ruthlessness may not be a real hero, so why should intimate friends take root together? Cry a thousand miles and cherish each other in the future. Generosity has been a hero since ancient times, and writing youth with blood is generosity.
47. How many new dreams have become illusory in Huazefeng, and how many old dreams have turned into clouds. Ambition has long been beyond the sky, and ambition will not change between heaven and earth.
You once sent me warmth. Who am I sailing for now? Wonderful pen is full of brilliance. Who will read a new article under the lamp? 7. Pingyao is like a dream, and a loving mother calls her children. The sound seems to be a thousand times heavier, and the sound is engraved in my heart.
Three or nine days, it was a strong wind, and there were Chinese Pulsatilla in the wind. Although the seventy-year-old father is old, he is still worried about his son.
8. The name of the goddess scattered flowers is left in the poetry book, and the flowers are floating among the flowers. How many dreams do you bring to boys? How much affection does it bring to girls? After the flowers bloom, the colors are different, purifying my soul year after year.
Bless everyone in the world every year and enjoy world peace. Four o, two drunken shadows, 1. The wild valley is clear, the towering green hills are really sharp, and the climbing heart is like fire.
There is a mountain outside the mountain, and there is a sky outside. I advise you not to forget them. I often think that I have made a country, and I have never lost my true colors. There is righteousness in the world, promoting good and eliminating evil, and it is stormy.
2. Farming and weaving farmers look forward to the spring rain and shed tears on rice. Have any children ever asked: Who do you complain to? Reading is a nation now, and it takes a long time to work hard.
I will never forget the old village chief, who gave me a handful of soil from my hometown. 2. Other teachers are inseparable, and their words are meticulous.
Go our separate ways and meet in our dreams. The summer solstice is cold, and the feather fan gently shakes the world.
Falling leaves and snow make me free and happy. 2. Looking for Jun Jun several times, I still miss him in my dream.
A thousand words are hard to say. Who do you tell? Together on the vast road of life. When the dead branches turn green, the spring breeze blows into thousands of households.
Children and grandchildren are full of flowers and trees, meet again: only tears can't stop. Ya Dan Cuigu moved into the mountains last year just to listen to the rain at night.
Tears are like resentment and joy, countless: how much pain have you dispelled for me? What is the companion after the rain? Sweet-scented osmanthus in August, chrysanthemum in September, holy wheat straw floating all over the house, into the heart: into tenderness. 4. Send flowers to the harbor every year, and leave a lingering fragrance every year.
Keep a cold window every year and write a China chapter. The roses in the book smell better. The good times of youth are hard to give up. Who are the two MANET in Boiling Frost for? Vicissitudes, don't be sad, the spring breeze will cross the Yangtze River tomorrow.
2. Yutai looks at the hometown in the south, in the sea of clouds: picturesque. Sigh wanderer, Wan Li in Wan Li, no worries.
How many joys and sorrows are there in the years? How bitter and spicy is life? I'm not afraid to tell my dear mother in my dream. Dude, dude.
Can afford it, can put it down. Even if no one is with me, I will drive together.
Dare to be brave in the wind, why not dominate again in the rain? As the ancients said, a smile can accomplish great things. 9. Where can I find beautiful things in the world? Cut a cold plum and stay in the world.
Xianke wants to change customs, but the farmer sighs and forgets Sang Ma. After thousands of years of snow and snow, Liu Fang dedicated her heart to China alone.
Who says that there is no spring scenery in three winters, and Wan Li is high on the iceberg? References:
White's 300 poems.
5. What poems are there to express gratitude to parents?
1, but nothing grows, how much love Sanchunhui has!
2. A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return. Liu An [Korea]
3. In October, the baby is heavy, and the third life is light. Song of exhorting filial piety
4, a one-foot-three-inch baby, more than ten or eight years of work. Song of exhorting filial piety
5. The mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was wet. Song of exhorting filial piety
6, the mother has not seen it, and the child is uneasy. Song of exhorting filial piety
7. My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. Song of exhorting filial piety
8. With a loving mother, the prodigal son doesn't feel cold. Song of exhorting filial piety
9. Love goes through a lot of hardships. I know my parents? Children's language
10, the old white-headed mother hid her face and cried, and her sleeves were broken. Han Yu
1 1, the mother instrument hangs down, the tube is bright and the night platform is silent. Motto collection
12, thread in loving mother's hand, making clothes for wayward boy's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? [Tang] Meng Jiao
13, Meng Mu, choose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. Three Character Classic
14, mother, the first relative in the world; Motherly love is the first love in the world. Strict words
15. The only unpolluted love in the world is maternal love. Strict words
6. Poetry about the love between father and son or mother and child
Motherly love is a blood connection and a blessing for children. Motherly love is like the wind in spring. Motherly love is green, when she gently blows across the earth. It is the clouds in the sky that always let the scorching sun pass through her body first, and it is the sunset after the rain that always lets the washed earth lie in her arms, writing colorful life dreams in the high sky.
Maternal love is the eternal theme of human beings.
We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations. There is no soul-stirring historical epic, no shocking reversal of stormy waves, and a mother's love is like a spring rain, a clear song that moistens things silently for a long time.
Yu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... Their destination is aging ... It is impossible for the elderly in their twilight years to cry out for their mothers without moving people, and they have to wander without calling out for their return." Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. With the children sipping and sipping, it is endless. Therefore, the lingering maternal love is integrated into the children's laughter and tears.
Motherly love is like an idyll, far away and pure, elegant and light; Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural. Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly; Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring. Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter and a wandering yearning. Motherly love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sickbed. Motherly love is the ardent expectation of their children's growth.
When I think of my mother, my depression will turn into high emotions; When I think of my mother, wasting time will become great pride; When I think of my mother, the wandering wanderer will sprout the desire to go home; Thinking of my mother, my wandering heart found a home. Time is like water, and the years are fleeting. How many memories disappear like water, but we have never changed our thoughts of our mother.
The warbler goes to swallow, and the spring goes. Her face is getting older and her hair is as white as snow. The child is growing up day by day, but the mother is aging day by day.
When the children see the white-haired mother in the high hall, they will jump into her arms and shed tears! Motherly love is also the eternal theme of literature and music. Literati write articles on the topic of maternal love, moistening things silently; The musicians are mainly maternal love, and the tunes they play are soft and beautiful, with a long aftertaste.
The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
But how much love has an inch of grass, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, experienced ups and downs, poverty and sadness, but his mother's smile always lingered in his mind.
Knowing his mother's future, he couldn't hide the smile on his face, couldn't restrain the joy in his heart, shook off the tired wind and frost on the top of his clothes, brushed away the dust accumulated in his heart, and took his wife and children to meet his mother outside Liyang City. Green grass, fragrant flowers, white clouds and clear rivers are filled with endless thoughts of my son.
Mother and son depend on each other, with tears in their eyes, holding their mother's warm hand and looking at her old face. They couldn't help crying and were filled with emotion. Under Meng Jiao's pen, this poem "Ode to a Wanderer", full of maternal love, was melted and cast, sincere and profound, and passed down for thousands of years. Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, lived in exile all his life.
After the Anshi rebellion, I returned to my hometown, and the countryside was deserted, and things were different. Bitter and sad, seeing things hurt the body, he combined the feelings of worrying about the country and the people with the feelings of missing his mother, and wrote a touching Homelessness.
"Forever pain long sick mother, five years committee ditch creek. I was born weak and sour about life.
Life is homeless, why is it steaming! "Words sad, sad, generous enough, moved the tears of the next century. At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Cai Wenji was taken captive to Xiongnu by mutinous soldiers and left his hometown, and Wan Li fled.
When they were redeemed by China's envoy, the mother and son said goodbye, tears filled their eyes, and relatives and friends said goodbye, which made them sad. She wrote in Poems of Mourning Anger: "I have freed my life, so I should abandon my son.
Heaven belongs to composers, and there is no meeting time for reading ... no. Weeping hands caress when you answer doubt. "Sorrow and sadness, sad voice, make people cry.
People in the Tang dynasty once wrote Hu Jia's songs on this topic, which seemed to cry rather than cry, and a strong feeling of mother and son permeated the tune. Maternal love is great and selfless. It immerses everything and fills the space between heaven and earth.
With maternal love, mankind will move from desolation to the prosperity of civilization; With maternal love, society moves from indifference and severity to peace and well-being; With maternal love, we move from melancholy to singing, from stupidity to wisdom; With maternal love, there will be the beginning of life, the continuation of history, the germination of reason and the return of human nature. Why not just for our parents who have worked hard all their lives, but now they are alone? Parents are sick but no one takes care of them. Parents miss us, but no children come home. Now they are watching you day and night and thinking of you. Have you ever imagined them standing at the entrance of the village and looking at us every day? Why not just for our parents who often go home for us? My most forgetful cry was twice in my life, the other two times in the world. The beginning of my life and the end of your life, I won't remember the first time, and you won't know the second time I listen to you. I said it was useless, but there was endless laughter between the two cries, which echoed over and over again for 30 years. You know, I remember maternal love, just like the magnificent sea, boundless blue sky, vast grassland and lush forest.
7. Poems expressing kindness to parents
A traveler's song
Author: Meng Jiao era: Tang genre: Yuefu.
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Rhyme translation:
The kind mother has a needle and thread in her hand.
In order to make new clothes for children who travel far away.
Before she left, she was busy sewing.
It's really worrying that the child will never come back.
Who can say a little grass-like filial piety,
Can you repay the kindness of a loving mother like Chunhui?
Comments:
? This is an ode to maternal love. This poem eulogizes the great beauty of human nature-maternal love.
? In the first two sentences of the poem, the person written is mother and son, and the thing written is thread and clothes, but it is pointed out that mother and son depend on each other.
The flesh-and-blood love of life. The two sentences in the middle focus on the actions and attitudes of loving the mother, showing the deep commitment of the mother to her son.
Love. Although there are no words and no tears, it is full of pure love, which is exciting and makes people cry. The last two sentences are the first.
The sublimation of the four sentences, with the metaphor of popular images, entrusted the enthusiasm of the childlike love and the motherly love like spring.
How can you repay your children in case?
? There is no flowery rhetoric or clever carving in the whole poem, and it is full of richness in the fresh, smooth and plain language.
Rich and beautiful poetry, sincere and sincere, has touched the heartstrings of many readers for thousands of years and aroused the resonance of thousands of wanderers.
Famous sayings about gratitude
Do your best until you die. (Zhuge Liang's "Model")
Crows have the intention of feeding back, and sheep know the grace of kneeling and nursing.
A drop of grace will be rewarded by a spring.
Grass can't repay the kindness of warm sun.
Bees suck honey from flowers and thank campers when they leave. The grandiose butterfly thinks that flowers should thank him. Tagore
People help me and don't forget; I help people, remember. -Hua
Every favor has a barb, which will hook the mouth that devours it, and the benefactor can drag it wherever he wants-Don.
Ingratitude is worse than lying, vanity, rap, drunkenness or other evils that exist in the hearts of vulnerable people-English proverb
Mean people are always ungrateful: ingratitude is part of meanness-Hugo
An ungrateful person is hopeless if he is in trouble-Greek proverb
If a person suffers great compassion and then turns against his benefactor, he must take care of his own dignity and be more vicious than an irrelevant stranger. He must prove the guilt of the other party to explain his ruthlessness-Thackeray.
Gratitude is the smallest virtue, and ingratitude is the worst evil-English proverb
Ignorant people want to do good, but the result is not light; The little magpie plucked her mother's feathers and thought it was a reward for her mother's kindness-Tibetan proverb
Thanks to parents, water can't drown and fire can't be put out-Soviet proverb
Father's kindness is higher than the mountain, and mother's kindness is deeper than the sea-Japanese proverb
Knowing parents' kindness, holding children and grandchildren-Japanese proverb
Raising children knows mother's hard work, and raising women knows how to thank her-Japanese proverb
I didn't know my mother since I was a child, but I didn't know how to repay her until I brought up her children-Japanese proverb
I don't know how expensive rice is if I don't take charge; If you don't raise children, you don't know how to repay them-China proverb
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, teased me, nurtured me, nurtured me, cared about me, answered me, went in and out of my stomach, and wanted to repay my virtue.
Bite the ring and make grass, and repay kindness with kindness.
Unexpectedly, the silhouette of the lonely lamp at night is Xiao, and the child is like a dumpling, and the child is soaring.
You suddenly have frosty temples, skirts in spring and eyebrows in autumn.
In 32 years, heavy rain poured down, the sound of rain disappeared, and thoughts flooded.
Remembering the hard work of the loving mother for half her life, I knelt on the suckling lamb to repay the present.
8. Ancient poems about parents
Song Lingyun's Father Memory
Wu's book is broken. What do you hate everywhere?
The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and has borrowed the wind to ask for daily life several times.
Meng Jiao
the song of the homeless
The midline of the loving mother's hand,
You get dressed.
Close and close the seam,
I'm afraid I will be late.
Who is careless,
Win three spring scenery [brief analysis]
This is a kind and sincere ode to maternal love. Under the heading, the author notes "Mu Ying Li Shangyin". Meng Jiao was down and out all his life, and he didn't get the humble position of Liyang County Commandant until he was fifty years old. This poem was written when he was an official in Liyang.
The first two sentences, "thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward boy's body", closely link "loving mother" and "wandering son" with two very common things, and write the flesh-and-blood feelings of mother and child. Three or four sentences, "She sewed carefully and mended thoroughly, fearing that the delay would make him go home late", deepened this kind of flesh-and-blood affection by describing the actions and psychology of loving mother making clothes for wanderers. The mother sewed thousands of stitches for fear that her son would "delay" and could not come back. Great maternal love is naturally revealed through the details of daily life. The first four sentences are very simple, without any modification, but the image of loving mother is really touching.
The last two sentences, "Only an inch of grass has a little affection, and three wisps of spring scenery are appreciated", are the author's heartfelt eulogies of love for his mother. These two sentences adopt the traditional contrast method: a daughter is like grass, and a mother's love is like spring sunshine. How can a daughter repay a mother's love in case? The contrast and metaphor of images entrust the son's heartfelt love for his loving mother.
This poem artistically reproduces the common and great beauty of human nature, so it has won strong resonance from countless readers for thousands of years. Until the Qing Dynasty, two poets in Liyang sang such a poem: "My father's books are full of laundry, and the bus is full of me" (Shi Qisheng's "Writing about my bosom"), "How many tears I always shed, dyed my hands and sewed clothes" (Peng Gui's "Visiting my mother for the first time"), which shows that this poem left a deep impression on future generations. .