The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,

Afraid that the delay would make him come home late. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

2, "Don't be an old mother" Huang Qing Zhongze

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.

3. Wang Anshi of Song Dynasty in the Tenth Five-Year Plan

Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.

4. "Arriving home at the end of the year" Qingjiang Shiquan

I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.

If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.

2. 1 About maternal love, maternal love is an intoxicating spring breeze, a drizzle that moistens everything, a smile that accompanies you all your life, and a lingering miss for you.

2. Motherly love is idyllic, distant and clean; Motherly love is a landscape painting, natural and fresh; Motherly love is a song, tactfully affectionate.

3. What is maternal love? I can't give an exact definition. I only know that she was eagerly waiting for me before I was born, caring for me and pestering me when I was growing up. This kind of love even penetrated into every pore of me until she exhausted herself, but I didn't understand it until very late.

The greatness of maternal love lies in its selflessness.

5, maternal love is a landscape painting, wash away the lead carving, leaving fresh and natural; Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly; Motherly love is the warm wind that blows away the snow and brings infinite spring; Motherly love is like a flaming sun, an oil lamp in the dark, a sweater in winter, and a stream in a mountain stream. Little by little, the trickle merged into a gurgling stream, and little by little, care merged into a deep maternal love.

6. Motherly love is like the sun. No matter how long, no matter where you go, you will feel her light and warmth.

7. Motherly love is diluted salt in seawater. Although invisible, every spray tastes the taste of mother's love. Motherly love is calcium deposited in our bones, mother's nagging is the superposition of love, mother's exhortation is the accumulation of love, mother's contribution is the recharge of love, and mother's dedication is the relay of love. There is a meticulous care, a sincere and selfless emotion, and an image comparable to an angel, that is, mother!

8. Motherly love is sunshine, and you can feel the warmth of spring even in the cold winter. Motherly love is a clear spring, even if the dust of the soul flies, it can make you clear; Motherly love is a tree. Even if the seasons cycle, it sticks to its home and is willing to support a green shade.

9. I am a wanderer all the year round, and my mother is a lamp at the window all the year round. The dim light reflects the long years and constant concern.

10. Motherly love is a cloud in the sky. It always lets the scorching sun pass through her body first, thus bringing peace to the earth. Motherly love is the sunshine after the rain, always letting the washed earth lie in her arms, and writing colorful life dreams in the high sky. Motherly love is an intoxicating spring breeze, a drizzle that moistens everything, a laughter that accompanies you all your life, and a lingering miss that you wander around the world.

1 1, my mother's smile is like a gentle spring breeze, blowing my face; Mother's smile is like a continuous drizzle, nourishing my heart; My mother's smile shines on my life like bright sunshine.

12, along the way, I found that my mother's hand always helped me move forward.

13, love or hate, that is a unique expression of maternal love. I am very glad that I was raised by her. Along the way, I understand more and more that what she gave me will benefit me for life.

14, those different growth experiences reflect the same care. In the stories of ordinary people, father's love for mother's love is equally great. The warm family stories selected in this book are everyone's deep memories of father's love and maternal love. You can feel deep affection for your parents, deep gratitude and guilt, or you have too much to say ... It is your parents' black hair and aging face that pay the price for your growth. Not everyone is lucky enough to hear their words of comfort and encouragement in time, and not everyone can always be with them. Don't let unrealized returns become regrets.

15, there are always people supporting us, and there is always a kind of love that hurts us. This person is the mother, and this kind of love is maternal love. It's good to be heartbroken, but there's still hope. Because you still have love, because you still care, it hurts, so it hurts. After the pain, we learned to cherish, to be open-minded and to understand-life is made up of repeated pains.

16, the sky is high, and the mother's feelings of missing her children will never be reached; The width of the sea is never as wide as a mother's love for her children!

17, maternal love is the sun that warms the soul; Maternal love is the rain and dew that moistens the soul; Motherly love is fertile soil for irrigating the soul; Motherly love is a rainbow that beautifies the soul.

18, maternal love is like a big umbrella, supporting a warm harbor for children in the wind and rain; Motherly love is like a fan, fanning a wisp of breeze for children under the scorching sun; Motherly love is like a lighthouse, shining a guiding light for children in the ocean of life.

19, maternal love never tires.

20. Motherly love understands righteousness and softness. When you cry in infancy, maternal love is a warm embrace, and when you learn a language, maternal love is a patient teaching; Motherly love is warm hot tea when staying up late to prepare for the exam; When you travel, maternal love is sobbing; When you get grades, maternal love is Ji's tears; When you are sick in bed, maternal love is bloodshot eyes; When you get into bad habits, maternal love is a kind exhortation; When you are treading on thin ice and refuse to mend it, maternal love is the salt sprinkled on your wound, which stung her heart.

2 1, some people say, "Motherly love is selfless." Yes, maternal love is a warm sun, giving her light; Motherly love is a vast ocean, revealing a broad mind; Motherly love is sweet milk, which nurtures children to thrive.

Motherly love is an intoxicating spring breeze, a drizzle that moistens everything, a smile that accompanies you all your life, and a lingering miss for you.

2. Motherly love is idyllic, distant and clean; Motherly love is a landscape painting, natural and fresh; Motherly love is a song, tactfully affectionate. 3. What is maternal love? I can't give an exact definition. I only know that she was eagerly waiting for me before I was born, caring for me and pestering me when I was growing up. This kind of love even penetrated into every pore of me until she exhausted herself, but I didn't understand it until very late.

The greatness of maternal love lies in its selflessness. 5, maternal love is a landscape painting, wash away the lead carving, leaving fresh and natural; Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly; Motherly love is the warm wind that blows away the snow and brings infinite spring; Motherly love is like a flaming sun, an oil lamp in the dark, a sweater in winter, and a stream in a mountain stream. Little by little, the trickle merged into a gurgling stream, and little by little, care merged into a deep maternal love.

6. Motherly love is like the sun. No matter how long, no matter where you go, you will feel her light and warmth. 7. Motherly love is diluted salt in seawater. Although invisible, every spray tastes the taste of mother's love.

Motherly love is calcium deposited in our bones, mother's nagging is the superposition of love, mother's exhortation is the accumulation of love, mother's contribution is the recharge of love, and mother's dedication is the relay of love. There is a meticulous care, a sincere and selfless emotion, and an image comparable to an angel, that is, mother! 8. Motherly love is sunshine, and you can feel the warmth of spring even in the cold winter. Motherly love is a clear spring, even if the dust of the soul flies, it can make you clear; Motherly love is a tree. Even if the seasons cycle, it sticks to its home and is willing to support a green shade.

9. I am a wanderer all the year round, and my mother is a lamp at the window all the year round. The dim light reflects the long years and constant concern.

10. Motherly love is a cloud in the sky. It always lets the scorching sun pass through her body first, thus bringing peace to the earth. Motherly love is the sunshine after the rain, always letting the washed earth lie in her arms, and writing colorful life dreams in the high sky.

Motherly love is an intoxicating spring breeze, a drizzle that moistens everything, a laughter that accompanies you all your life, and a lingering miss that you wander around the world. 1 1, my mother's smile is like a gentle spring breeze, blowing my face; Mother's smile is like a continuous drizzle, nourishing my heart; My mother's smile shines on my life like bright sunshine.

12, along the way, I found that my mother's hand always helped me move forward. 13, love or hate, that is a unique expression of maternal love.

I am very glad that I was raised by her. Along the way, I understand more and more that what she gave me will benefit me for life. 14, those different growth experiences reflect the same care.

In the stories of ordinary people, father's love for mother's love is equally great. The warm family stories selected in this book are everyone's deep memories of father's love and maternal love.

You can feel deep affection for your parents, deep gratitude and guilt, or you have too much to say ... It is your parents' black hair and aging face that pay the price for your growth. Not everyone is lucky enough to hear their words of comfort and encouragement in time, and not everyone can always be with them.

Don't let unrealized returns become regrets. 15, there are always people supporting us, and there is always a kind of love that hurts us.

This person is the mother, and this kind of love is maternal love. It's good to be heartbroken, but there's still hope.

Because you still have love, because you still care, so it hurts, so it hurts. After the pain, we learned to cherish, to be open-minded, and to understand-life is always piled up with pain again and again 16, and the height of the sky has never reached the mother's mood of missing her children; The width of the sea is never as wide as a mother's love for her children! 17, maternal love is the sun that warms the soul; Maternal love is the rain and dew that moistens the soul; Motherly love is fertile soil for irrigating the soul; Motherly love is a rainbow that beautifies the soul. Motherly love is like a big umbrella, which supports a warm harbor for children in the wind and rain. Motherly love is like a fan, fanning a wisp of breeze for children under the scorching sun; Motherly love is like a lighthouse, shining a guiding light for children in the ocean of life.

19, maternal love never tires. 20. Motherly love understands righteousness and softness.

When you cry in infancy, maternal love is a warm embrace, and when you learn a language, maternal love is a patient teaching; Motherly love is warm hot tea when staying up late to prepare for the exam; When you travel, maternal love is sobbing; When you get grades, maternal love is Ji's tears; When you are sick in bed, maternal love is bloodshot eyes; When you get into bad habits, maternal love is a kind exhortation; When you are treading on thin ice and refuse to mend it, maternal love is the salt sprinkled on your wound, which stung her heart. Some people say: "Motherly love is selfless." Yes, maternal love is a warm sun, giving her light; Motherly love is a vast ocean, revealing a broad mind; Motherly love is sweet milk, which nurtures children to thrive.

4. Quote poems and write a beautiful beginning with maternal love as the topic. I understand the initial feelings. Inadvertently, many things will go away.

-Inscription When I was a child, I would blame you. When you meet me, you always come and go in a hurry. I always hear what you say the most. You have to go. See you next time.

I don't care, maybe I'm young and ignorant or I'm used to it. I remember one day when I was a child, in kindergarten, a child sarcastically asked, "Why doesn't your mother always come to pick you up?" After that, I will miss you. I can't help it

So, when you came to see me say that sentence again, you cried and hugged you and asked why you didn't pick me up. You let go of my hand and said you were busy. Still missing.

On that occasion, I cried very sadly, but my child didn't remember anything after crying. Life is like this.

Day after day, year after year. If you are sensible, you will be accused of growing up with your mother like other children, but you will find that you are not as happy as you thought.

I have known that you have gallstones since I lived with you. I never took it as anything, because I never knew how painful it was.

Finally, you live in that place where disinfectants are everywhere. After the operation, you were lying flat on the bed, talking to me as if tears were coming down, but I tried not to cry and asked you if it hurt, but you still gave me a weak answer: "What do you think?" I said it must hurt.

After leaving the hospital, you have been talking about how poor my health is, but it is actually worse than me. Sometimes, I will blame you and say, "Take care of yourself. I can't even take care of myself. How can I take care of your precious daughter? " Now, I will love you. Now, I finally understand that kinship is a place of love, a place full of love. What a poor child I would be without you.

So I decided to love you as much as you love me, but I must love you. The warm sunshine crawled lazily into the window, and suddenly you were by your side, smiling as brightly as a star.

It's good to have you. Mom, actually, you know what? I've always wanted to tell you myself, "It's not easy for you to ask me.

But you don't ask the price. I have always wanted to thank you personally, because you have always given me strength, not afraid, not timid. "

Mom, in fact, I love you very much, but I never said it seriously. Do the happiest thing for your mother, and say to her when she is happy: "Mom, I love you."

Motherly love surrounds her like a breeze. It illuminates the dark road, warms the frozen heart and dispels the tired pain.

Concentrate on the little things around you. In the morning, the winter glow is lazily hidden in the horizon.

The moonlight was soft and brushed my cheek when I was about to go out. In the dim light, the road ahead is gloomy.

I stepped out of the house and walked to the dark path in Dai Yueli. The warm light behind me attracted me, and I couldn't help looking back. Only to find my mother's haggard figure leaning against the door, looking at my hesitant steps, she whispered, "Be careful on the road and pay attention to safety!" " "The voice of exhortation echoed in the ear.

With a warm brush in my heart, I couldn't help but nod my head. Looking ahead, the sky was a fish-belly grey, and the dawn ahead was dawning, and the dark road had been illuminated by my mother's words. In that sentence, maternal love was clearly condensed.

In the afternoon, the biting cold wind frostbite my running body. The gray sky drained the color of the runway, leaving only a dim light.

After running the whole course, the cold wind roared and my fingers were already frozen. The only color on my face was taken away by the sudden cooling, and my classmates' kettles were frozen into ice. I picked up the thermos cup with a wry smile, but there was a trace of warmth in the cold metal.

I took a few mouthfuls of surprise, and the warm current suddenly flowed out of my mouth and went straight to my heart. It suddenly occurred to me that my mother poured me water in the morning, and the newly bought thermos cup was carefully condensed with warm water by my mother.

Motherly love goes down the throat, nourishing the heart ravaged by the strong wind and warming the frozen limbs. That cup of warm water clearly embodies maternal love.

Late at night, the bright moon hung high in the air, and the white light filled my hut. Gently lift the pen and think about the complicated questions.

Unconsciously forgot the time, people have fallen asleep, but I put down my pen contentedly. Strolling gently into the living room, my mother's door was unlocked, and a ray of light came through the gap.

In doubt, I gently pushed open the door and looked inside. Mom is not asleep, but it's me. Her tired eyes smiled, picked up a cup of warm milk on the table and handed it to me apologetically.

I was suddenly surprised that my mother was in poor health. Getting up early every day makes her overworked, but she waits until late at night because of my malnutrition. That glass of milk clearly embodies maternal love.

Motherly love doesn't need big moves, sometimes it's just a reminder. A pot of warm water and a glass of milk is enough. Although things are small, they are full of maternal love.

My mother's love grew with me. Mom, the wind and rain in the sky are coming, the birds are hiding in their nests, and the wind and rain in their hearts are coming. I can only hide in your arms. -Inscription: I am a seedling, and you are the rain and dew, nourishing my dry heart; I am the grass, and you are the sun, shining on the fertile soil for my growth. Thanks for the morning with dew, you let me know that I grew up in maternal love.

In the morning, I just got up after dinner and looked up and saw my mother standing beside me, begging her to accompany me to school. But what I got was a blunt answer from my mother, and I went by myself.

As soon as I went out, tears of injustice swirled in my eyes, and my mother didn't love me as much as she did in elementary school. When I was a child, my mother always accompanied me to school. Sometimes I pick up a heavy schoolbag, and my mother always says, let me do it.

Then I put my schoolbag on her shoulder, and we set out from the morning when the dew was shining. What a pleasant past. Thinking of this, I couldn't help looking at the grass on the roadside. The crystal dew rolled on the tip of the blade, like a crystal jewel, like a kind eye.

What kind of dew! Its body is very small and can be seen everywhere. Steal in the air during the day and work silently in the dark at night.

But on second thought, dew is extraordinary. As night falls, it nourishes the seedlings, like a loving mother's milk feeding a baby; Whenever dawn comes, it is the first to open its tireless eyes.

It dedicated its short life to human beings and didn't ask for anything from the seedlings. Much like my mother, she cares about me in every way, for fear that I will be hurt a little.

When I was a child, I wanted to take things from a height. My mother always.

5. The composition of the memory question begins with a poem by Bing Xin, which describes the details of maternal love. I don't know when I fell in love with Bing Xin's Flower of Success: "The flower of success, people only admire its present brilliance ..."

Pushing open the window facing the sky, a little coolness came to my mind. I can't help but close my eyes and take a deep breath at the dark starry sky. In the mist, I heard several frogs croaking, and I don't know which direction they came from. In the river outside the window, they can swim wherever they want, and where will they swim according to your thoughts?

I may be used to seeing brightly lit streets, but I always feel that the flashing lights in the distance are particularly familiar and kind, which is probably closer to my life.

Just over there, in a dimly lit place, the windows turn from bright to dark, but there are always a few windows that keep a faint light in the dark, giving me some comfort when I feel lonely. Maybe they, like me, are studying hard at their desks under the lamp.

"People are just amazed at its current glory." When one day we succeed in our studies, people only talk about our achievements, and who knows the silent suffering in countless nights?

"However, at the beginning, its buds were soaked with tears of struggle and covered with blood and rain of sacrifice." There have been pains and regrets, but they are all like meteors. Only that persistence has been preserved and accompanied us along the way.

There are many buds waiting to bloom in life, but not every bud can blossom and bear fruit. Just as life is not always smooth sailing, there will always be countless thorns and bumps. No matter when, people always have to move forward. Only through the baptism of wind and rain and the test of lightning can we bloom the most dazzling flowers in life!

Lying in bed, I often see the light of the morning star, the fleeting meteor and countless stars shining forever in the dark night sky.

Flowers are beautiful, all the future, it is important to gradually improve themselves, I believe that hope exists. We should not only admire others' success, but also know that others' success is the result of hard struggle and even sacrifice, and learn from it. And it enlightens us that the success of flowers remains the same, as does the success of that person's career and the growth and development of people. Let people understand the greatness of the strugglers and victims. Encourage people to forge ahead and strive for success.

Let the flower of success bloom in each of us.

6. 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 Ode to Wen Zuo's Mother △ People will always be the mother's children ...△ Praise the mother, her love is boundless, and she raised all mankind with her breasts! The best things about people that make us love life come from sunshine and mother's milk! △ Every moment, people fall in the sickle of human death. Every moment, in another corner of the world, women have the power to overcome destruction and give the world a new life.

△ Women are the mother of the world. Not only because her mother gave birth to her children, but also because she educated people and gave them joy in life.

△ Mother is just like life and nature … All children are attached to her heart …△ Without the sun, flowers will not bloom; There is no happiness without love; There is no love without women; Without a mother, there would be neither poets nor heroes. △ All the pride in the world comes from mothers! △ All the beauty in the world comes from love for women.

△ Mother is the adversary of death. △ Mother always opposes death; Mothers hate the hands that bring death into people's homes. ...............................................................................................................................................................

△ Mother of the world, you have hundreds of millions! Why not shout to your crazy child, "Put down your butcher knife! Don't kill each other. We gave birth to you to make you live, work and create, make your life happy, and make your life bright, just and beautiful.

Eliminate air combat, poisonous gas and other inventions that demons use to kill each other! "mothers! Wives! You have the right to speak, you have the right to legislate. Life comes from you. You should form a person, stand up to defend life and oppose death.

You are eternal enemies of death. You are the force of unremitting struggle and victory.

△ Praise mother-the inexhaustible source of universal life! △ Praise the mother in the world-the only force that makes death obey! Thank your mother. When you were lucky enough to come to this passionate world, did you hear your mother singing affectionately? The soul of every poor and rich man is solidified by his mother with deep red blood and real blood. Mother created the world with great selflessness, and also created the original honesty and kindness of human nature.

Mother of flesh and blood, the highest holy spirit! Mother created human happiness, history and civilization. When I walked out of my mother's body without consultation, when I first heard her singing for being a mother, I was ignorant. Maybe I have deeply felt the double sum of her pain and joy during childbirth.

Thanks to my mother, when I first saw you naked, your eyes shone with the most sincere light of mankind. Thank my mother, you gave me a new life. In the infinite expansion space of my life, it was my mother who saw me off with dribs and drabs of nagging and tears

Thanks to my mother, you have passed on my conscience and kindness, justice and wisdom. Thanks to my mother, let me stay in the vast and spectacular scenery of life and learn to be close and simple.

Beautiful mother, you have frosted your temples, but you are still beyond life in the country of life. I will cherish the happy and bitter tears you shed for my daughter's every step forward. In the bright sunshine this morning, come, mom, lean on my shoulder ... References:

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7. Write a poem (composition) about maternal love. Ask for maternal love quickly, and don't pick the child's looks.

Motherly love, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Maternal love is noble and great.

Motherly love, infinite loyalty

Whether you are peaceful or uneasy.

Whether you fail or succeed,

Motherly love is everywhere.

She, accompany you through life.

It was she who released the dragons and phoenixes on earth.

It's her, Changhong, who made the day.

Unsuccessful, love of Anemarrhena asphodeloides.

You have lost the true meaning of life.

Forget mother's love.

A high official is generous, but his blood is cold and his body is weak.

A mother fell into poverty.

Why does one side care about peace

Dot bright colors with our hands.

Climb all-round prosperity with love.

Paying attention to mother is also the sublimation and purification of you and me.

Try to dry your tears for your mother and enjoy the colorful excitement.

8. Ancient and modern poetry articles about maternal love get high marks. Write an argumentative essay of 2000 words. Meng Jiao's: A wanderer sings about loving a mother's son, not repaying a debt of gratitude. [Han] Liu An's pregnancy in October is heavy, but it's light for three generations. Song of Filial Piety is a one-foot-three-inch baby, which has been a work for 18 years. The mother told her son to lie down. Children's words are unscrupulous, and old mothers cover their doors with tears, and their sleeves cannot be broken. [Tang] Han Yu's mother instrument hung down, making her clear and bright, and staying at the quiet night platform. A loving mother loves her son, not to repay her kindness. Liu An's pregnancy in October is heavy, and the reward is light. [Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety] One foot three inches, ten years and eight years. "Children's Words Are Unbridled" tells the story of a white-headed old woman who closed the door and cried, and her sleeves could not be broken. [Tang] Han Yu's mother instrument hangs down, and Guan Ming is bright and bright, staying at the quiet night platform. "Proverbs" is made of thread from a kind-hearted mother's hand for her wayward son's body. She sewed it carefully and repaired it thoroughly, fearing that it would delay him coming home late, but how much love an inch of grass has, it is rewarded with three rays of spring. [Don] Meng Jiao chose a neighbor yesterday. My son didn't learn it, but he broke the loom. Maternal love is the first kind of love in the world. The only unpolluted love in the world is maternal love. Yan succeeded, and everyone is a friend. But only mother-when she fails, she is a partner. Zheng Zhenduo mourned his parents and gave birth to me. What is the Book of Songs without a father? What can she rely on without her mother? The Book of Songs is the virtue of the father and the legacy of the son. Children should receive a good education. Don't be happy with children, and don't sigh without children. [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 is a parent in the world; The rarest brother in the world. Motto Lian Bi is the best parent in the world. Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. In the Book of Songs, my father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed me, caressed me, nurtured me, grew me, nurtured me, protected me and restored me. In the Book of Songs, the father is heartless 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 love my parents. In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over. Fei Xiaotong bid farewell to his mother and went to visit her Heliang, fearing that her mother would cry in vain. It's a miserable snowy night in Chai Men. It's better to have a baby than never to have one. Seeing her mother come home, I got stuck. Motherly love has nothing to report, and life is more demanding! " .