Yuan Haowen's Fish Qiu Yan Ci/Mai Beitang
Wan Li stratus clouds, Qian Shan sunset snow, only to whom?
Cui Tu's Except Night/On Bashan Road, Except Night Book/Except Night.
On all sides of the mountains, the snow reflected the cold night, sitting in the candlelight night, I am a stranger here.
Lu Meipo's "Xuemei No.1"
For the sake of spring, Xue Mei refused to surrender, and the poet put down his manuscript fee to comment on this chapter.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.
Fan Yun's "Two Poems and One Poem"
Snow used to be like flowers, but now it is like snow.
Ancient poems about maternal love:
Meng Jiao's Wandering Son
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.
Wang Mian's "Figure 1 of Xuan Mo"
A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.
Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi Xian Liu Sao"
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.
The above is for reference.
2. About the three lines of expressing maternal love, all the glory and pride come from the mother. (Gorky)
Motherly love is a great flame. (romain rolland)
There is a most beautiful voice in the world, and that is the call of mother (Dante)
Mom, where you are, where is the happiest place (UK).
A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child sleep in it without sweetness? (Hugo)
The sweetest word a person's lips can utter is mother, and the most beautiful call is "mother" (Ji Bolun)
Motherly love is the greatest power in the world (Mill)
Everything else in the world is false and empty, and only mother is real, eternal and immortal. (India)
How strong, selfish and fanatical maternal love is that it occupies our whole mind. (Duncan)
In the child's mouth and heart, the mother is God. (UK)
How similar mothers all over the world are! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart. (Whitman)
Women are fragile, but mothers are strong (France)
Without the help of selfless maternal love, the child's mind will be a desert. (UK)
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Mother is the greatest person.
-Yan Gu
Motherly love is the most sincere love in the world.
-Dong Baoping
There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the mother's call.
-Dante
Children travel thousands of miles, but mothers worry.
Only when the children are brought up can we know the kindness of parents.
The world is spacious and the parents are generous.
All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers.
Gorky
Motherly love is a great flame.
-romain rolland
3. Accumulate ancient poems about snow and maternal love. Poems about Snow: Yuan Haowen's Touching Fish Qiu Yan Ci/Mai Beitang; Snow in Wan Liyun and Qian Shan. Who does it only affect? Cui Tu's book Except Night/On Bashan Road, Except Night, this book is pregnant with/except night, and a lonely stranger walks through the jagged night mountains.
Lu Meipo's "Notice 1" and Xue Mei's "Strive for Spring" refused to surrender, and the poet stopped writing and commenting on the chapter. The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.
Fan Yun's Two First Poems used to be like snow, but now it is like snow. An ancient poem about maternal love: Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer, a loving mother's thread makes clothes for her wayward son's body.
Huang Jingren's "Don't Old Mother" draws a curtain and worships the mother river beam. I am worried for nothing, and my eyes are dry. In Wang Mian's "The First Map of Xuan Mo", a loving mother leans against the door, and it is difficult for a wanderer to walk.
Bai Juyi's "Yan Shi Xian Liu Sao" was seen by his parents at that time, and I should know it today. The above is for reference.
4. Write three ancient poems related to "maternal love": wandering poems.
Make clothes for the body of her wayward son, and make clothes for the thread in the hands of a loving mother.
Fearing that it would delay his time to go home, she mended it carefully and thoroughly.
But how much love does an inch of grass have when it gets three spring rays?
Hua Lian Zhang Xiaoxiang
Pan junxian tea seal. Acacia after tomorrow, and heaven remains our neighbourhood. Cao Cao's cup is flooded late at night. Huang Meiyu in April. Don't pick pearls and jade feathers. But let the country love me like a loving mother. Waiting for the government to become a citizen. Lift your clothes into the air.
Send Zhang to worship Meng Haoran.
In the colorful fifteenth year, before trying to be a loving mother.
Lian Xiao paid tribute at the age of 20, and Huai Ju went to Qinchuan.
Four tweets, Zhong.
Don't row on the river, who doesn't look to the gods.
Visit Meng Yunqing and Zhang Biao in the North.
Only by forgetting the past can we be good to ourselves. Who believes in literature and talent?
Good way to live in poverty, clean service and dust. There is no fixed heart when walking. ? It's hard to return.
A loving mother is worried about illness and rash. She misses her home. I was deeply impressed by my in-laws with Su Jun at home and abroad.
As soon as I cherish the season, I look forward to the high platform.
6, "Motherly Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen
A loving mother loves her young, and Zhao is the Crown Prince.
The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle.
If there is no six-foot lonely soul under the knee, a Zhao may not be born.
At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks more than four drums.
A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout?
What's more, Han Wangjin stabbed a silver axe in front of the bed, which was a disaster.
5. Write three poems about snow:
1, Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night-Don Liu Changqing's "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow"
2. Who says there is no frost and snow in the South China Sea? Try to See the Temple of Worrying about the Country and People —— Don Pei Yi's Memories of Hometown
3. Sitting between the mountains and the sea, the rules are clearly reflected in the ice and snow-Wei's "The Secret Pavilion Moves to the Countryside to Buy Bie Poems"
Poems about snow:
1, the capital was offered several times in autumn, many countries returned home, the rain and snow sailed across the north, and the clouds were sent to Dongou-Song Yangyi's "Master Hai Yin returned to Yongjia"
2. There is snow in the river outside the door, and it is useless to bury the basin-Song's "Basin Pool"
3. Emperor Taichun returned to the East Palace, but he wore a skirt and a snow chest-Tang Hanhe's "I sent a congratulatory message with dazzling silk hands, so there is a poem"
4. In the humble Yuan Dynasty, there was no Jin Runfu, but there was a new hairpin in sorrow —— Liu Jike Zhuang's Two Uncle Wan Lou.
5. Bai Shou's self-pity is not dead, and the snow clothes on the night window are green-Song Luyou's Reading on a Winter Night
6. At the invitation of Xueyou, I went down to Qionglou, by the stream bridge-Song Anonymous's "Xiange Penglai Palace"
7, the vast universe, mountains and rivers thousands of miles flying clouds and snow-Yuan "Nian Nujiao Zhongdu sent Han Yanfu to Dadu"
8. The bear in the frosty suburb jumped on the tree, and the snowy road felt-Song felt old.
9. Wang Jian Yu Xue, called the beautiful flowers in the backyard-Song Yu Liangneng's Zhang Lihua.
10, Confessions of Frost and Snow, Leaves of Ke Don't Change Green —— Song Sima Guang's Seven Topics of Lonely Garden, Planting Bamboo Zhai
1 1. Sailing with the north wind is urgent, and the snow fan in the south is cold-Songshi Hanghai's "Sending No Owner's Siming"
12. Before the Five Virtues, the air was fresh, the snow melted and the tiles stuck to the spring scenery-Gu's "Happy Queen"
6. What are the poems about maternal love? There should be more than three sentences. The poem praising maternal love is a thread in the hand of Meng Jiao, a loving mother, who 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, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, lost his father very early and lived alone. He studied hard since he was a child and took many imperial examinations, but he failed many times. He became a scholar in his forties and became a county magistrate. This poem was written by Meng Jiao when he was a county magistrate. I recalled the past and thought a lot.
Motherly love (poem) article source: "Holy Motherly Love" Motherly love, strange appearance, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter maternal love, lofty and great maternal love, infinite loyalty, regardless of your peace and agitation, regardless of your failure and success, maternal love is everywhere, it is her who accompanies you to experience life, it is her who flies in the face, Li Changhong does not know the true meaning of maternal love, and you forget the poverty of a mother. With our hands, we can touch and dye the radiant Chae Yeon, and with our love, we can comprehensively measure and care for our mother. It is also the sublimation and purification of you and me. Try to dry your tears for your mother and enjoy the magnificence! 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. [Southern and Northern Dynasties] Yan Zhitui did not have a good father and brother in his life, nor did he have a 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's wandering songs. The thread in Meng Jiao's loving mother's hand makes clothes for her wayward son. 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 does this inch of grass have? Earn three spring times, mourn for your parents, and love your parents. Meng Mu moved to your home to worship her mother, feed and clothe her parents, and regenerate her parents. The maternal love of her great-grandmother parents is a blood connection and a blessing to her children. Motherly love is like the wind in spring. Motherly love is green when she gently blows the earth. Clouds in the sky always let the hot sun pass through her body first, calling for wind, rain and peace. Motherly love always lets the earth washed after rain lie in her arms, and writes colorful life dreams in the high sky.
2. Motherly 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 the aging ... elderly people in their twilight years. It is impossible to cry for their mothers without moving people, and they cannot but cry for their return and wander." 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.
3. Prose Poetry Motherly love is the most sacred, noble and selfless love in the world. Motherly love is bright sunshine, hot and bright.
She can melt glaciers, purify the soul and flourish. She nurtures life and cares for everything with a broad mind.
Maternal love is a rich green land, beautiful and pleasant. She makes the air fresh, flowers colorful and butterflies flying.
She is the only pure land that has not been polluted by fame and fortune. Motherly love is the mountain spring of Ming Che, clean and clear.
She is pure and elegant, true and naive, sincere and flawless, and she can wash away all filth. Motherly love is a long way.
No matter where you go, she will accompany you to extend smoothly. That long-term concern, that earnest persuasion, guides you to the maze and protects you all the way.
Maternal love is a high mountain. No matter how difficult you are, she always relies on the barrier.
That towering body protects you from the wind and rain, and makes your heart calm and happy. Maternal love is a deep pool.
No matter how many entanglements there are at home, she always endures silently with an inclusive attitude. Generosity and tolerance make the family harmonious and calm, and make things go smoothly.
Mother's love is eternal, no matter how the wind and rain erode, she is always perfect and will never fade; Motherly love is pure, she will always be as pure and primitive as water; Motherly love is persistent, no matter how bitter her fate is, she always pours out her heart and never gives in. A mother's love is deep in righteousness and firm in softness.
When you cry in infancy, maternal love is a warm embrace, when you learn English.
7. Ask for three poems describing snow: Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. _ _ _ _ Cen Can's Song of Snow White sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
Snowflakes fell on the branches, like a spring breeze blowing suddenly overnight, and pear blossoms competed in thousands of pear trees.
The north wind is blowing, snowflakes are falling, and the sky is white and white. All the branches are covered with snowflakes, as if it were spring breeze overnight, and thousands of pear blossoms are in full bloom. This kind of snowflake full of branches, like a pear flower, makes people feel like they are in the warm south of the Yangtze River and feel the breath of spring.
The poet skillfully compares the spring scenery in the south with the winter scenery in the north, and depicts the snow with flowers, which not only depicts the magnificent scenery of the border, but also shows that the poet does not feel bitter, but writes the snow scene beyond the Great Wall so beautifully, showing the poet's broad mind. Later generations often use this sentence to describe the beauty of snowflakes.
It's snowing outside, Qian Shan is green, and the riverside in February is in full bloom. _ _ _ _ Ouyang Xiu's "Thank you for the West Lake Spring Song"
In the bright sunshine in February, the red flowers on the riverside are in full bloom, which makes people lament the fleeting time and beautiful years in such a hurry in spring. The poet touched the scene and suddenly looked back: the boy who used to treat wine with spring and romance had just passed, but it was already gray.
Snow comes in late spring, which means the flowers in the courtyard are flying. _ _ _ _ Chun Xue of Han Yu
A new year has come, but there are still no fragrant flowers. Until February, we were surprised to find that some grass sprouted.
Snow also thinks that spring is too late, so it deliberately turns into a flower and flies around among the trees in the yard.