I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-Save it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still fold every day and never give up.
I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a very small boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason,
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.
2. Imitate Bing Xin's poems about maternal love. Motherly love is like a raging sea, a sky, a "safe haven" and a hot spring.
Pick a bunch of the brightest roses,
With all my dear words to my mother,
Mom said I was stupid,
Roses are flowers that symbolize love.
I don't know,
It is also a flower that the child gave to his mother.
The human body can leave,
People don't leave,
Just as we will never forget our ancestors,
Forget about mother.
Mother is the quilt on her body,
Without her, she would feel cold.
Mother is the salt in the dish,
Life is tasteless without her.
Mother must have her pain.
The pain of wandering,
It often hangs on her face,
Interwoven with laughter watching children.
Life is like walking on a stormy road.
Mother is at the front.
Send some umbrellas to protect the children from the wind and rain to their mothers.
Mom pushed it to me again.
Ah, the child under the umbrella,
Mother outside the umbrella,
Rain is no longer rain,
It was a tear of happiness that God sent to the world.
3. Bing Xin wrote a poem expressing Bing Xin's maternal love: Mom! The wind and rain in the sky are coming; The bird hides in its nest; The storm in my heart came, and I hid in my mother's arms.
The corn is ripe. Mother ant climbed over every corn-it was her fingers that turned the corn yellow into a poem, and her mother was a bitter poet. The finished product of blood and sweat is as high as the lifeline. The price of time and appearance is not engraved on the scenery outside the mountain. Mother silently just painted the original indifferent and quiet scenery. When she looks at the field alone, she mostly thinks that her mother is the best crop in the field, exactly, the day after her father left. Family ties wither in stubble fields, strange weeds are barren, and her home is wet in the rainy season. Mother stood stubbornly in the garden one after another, her feet plunged into the loess wind and rain, and spent her whole life holding her thin body in her heart, driving away the season, carving annual rings and autumn wind, and holding her life to move on. I'm used to wandering around. Every time I go home and tell my mother something far away, she always listens so carefully. She couldn't bear to interrupt me. Whenever my eyes are full of tears, my mother shakes her light fingers in summer and buckles your beautiful holiday. Women's pride is fleeting. Children's voice should be the voice of Yu Xiang's bone blessing in Yaotai, but it is slowly rippling in the vast sea. You make me believe that life is pitiful, the spring fragrance is faint, and the moon is gently curved. Zhu Yan looks at her mother with a happy low eyebrow. She told me not to forget to smile, but we lamented the nothingness of seventeen-year-old love. We lament that those who got caught up in it left behind wasted years and broken hearts. However, our autumn fairy tales, which are constantly written, can't help but bring a little desolation in her heart. Our books are purely memories. I'm glad I can freeze them in words that my mother doesn't understand. Then let go of your thoughts and feel the hand of life given by your mother. That face tried to change back into the space I missed, but I just lingered at the tip of love. Now I have learned to draw closer with my thoughts and create motivation with my heart. Now my wish is to make my mother's beautiful eyes smile the happiest in thousands of years. It is to let the farewell covered with snow reappear the oath blocked by the door. When it is cold, I will think of my mother. My mother is not afraid of cold. My mother is afraid of cold winter. Mother wears thin clothes and sews warm cotton-padded clothes on her children's hands. Red mother's lips are purple, but mother always says it is not cold. Mother never goes near the stove, and her children surround it. Mom never understood when she was a child. Now that she has grown up, she knows that her mother is really not afraid of the cold. I'm afraid her children will write to her coldly, and your hair will turn white as frost. who is it? My wandering footsteps are on the road in a foreign land, and your tears begin to flow quietly. My long-distance footsteps have traveled all over the world, and my heart will always be by your side. Mom, your tears are my sadness, your smile is my comfort, your love is the warmest language, which makes me strong, your arm is the biggest harbor, which makes me coquetry, and I am the attachment you can't stay. You are my eternal attachment to my mother-you are my hometown all my life. Mother's deep night drowned the noise of youth. The bright moon smeared the quiet earth, complaining about the guests, but the dream was a little soft and comfortable. In the moonlight, I caught the shadow of the tree, but first I got mottled drunkenness, and my soft heart was blown by the soft wind. It fell into the dust with heavy memories, and fell back to my mother and my childhood peasant mother. The joyful smile is full of goodwill and joy. That's because the wandering son of a distant guest came back, and the kindness and smile of his mother's joy gradually spread in the air and became a bright moon all over the sky.
Bing Xin wrote a poem about maternal love.
Small flowers; Folding, "paper boat"-for mother
backbone
I/,
Not/in a dream/on a bow; Can flow into/into the boat/window,
Only you are the destination of my soul,
I will sincerely ask you where to go; Overlap,
On the contrary, she finally became silent, mom,
Let me sink into your arms:
"I'm in my mother's arms.
This is/. "
3,
Also want to look up; Carrying/being carried by the wind/,
Mom's on the boat,
The ship is in the moonlight sea. May I ask it? I want/very small/!
Were you that spring? One/dropped/,
This bird is hiding in its nest!
Put aside troubles; Was swept away by the waves,
Stack/daily/and sadness/,
From the boat/one by one/abandoned/white boat.
I/my daughter/dream for no reason,
I only hide in your arms,
Yes/wet; Qianshan;
The storm in my heart is coming,
Ten thousand waters/boats; Keep it-keep it; Your beloved/?
4; There are tears in her eyes/never/a tiny drop/blown by the wind/,
There is only one blissful promise; Still/.
2; Surprise/.
Mom,
Forever hope/in the sea.
Yes/,date of creation
If in eternal life.
Mother; Not discouraged/stuck in/,
Thank you for your love of dates in spring.
However, deep goodwill,
Forever/a piece of paper!
Mom, the wind and rain in the sky are coming.
5. A poem about maternal love Bing Xin's "Mother of the Paper Ship"
Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home.
Appreciation: The poet used vivid metaphors to convey the feelings of maternal love, and his writing was sincere and touching.
Mother lotus leaf
Mom! You are a lotus leaf, and I am a red lotus. The raindrops in my heart are coming. Except you, who is the shade under my unobstructed sky?
Appreciation: express the author's thoughts and love for his mother, as well as the mother's care and maternal love for her children.
Stars. spring
Mom! Put aside your sadness and let me sink into your arms. Only you are the destination of my soul.
Appreciation: Express the author's attachment and gratitude to his mother.
6. Bing Xin's classic poems about mother's maternal love.
Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hid in his nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms.
-"Stars"
Another year,
Still blowing slightly like this,
Can I take another photo?
Spring water quietly thanked me and said:
"My friend!
I never left a shadow,
Not just for you. "
-"Spring Water"
Humorous words
◆ Young people! Draw your present picture carefully for future memories.
◆ The flower of speech is getting bigger and bigger; The smaller the fruit of behavior.
◆ Birds in the air! Why argue with your partner in the cage? You have your own world.
◆ Flowers in the corner! When you admire yourself, the world becomes smaller.
◆ Stars can only make young people's hair turn white, but not their hearts turn gray.
7. Bing Xin's maternal love poem 1, mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hides in its nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms.
2. Date of creator
If in eternal life,
There is only one blissful promise,
I want to sincerely beg:
"I'm in my mother's arms,
Mom's on the boat,
The ship is at sea in the moonlight. "
3. mom!
Put aside your troubles,
Let me fall into your arms,
Only you are the destination of my soul.
Little flower,
I want to look up, too,
Thank you for your love of dates in spring.
However, deep goodwill,
This finally silenced her.
Mom!
Were you that spring?
8. Bing Xin wrote a famous saying about maternal love, Mom!
You are a lotus leaf,
I am red-violet.
The raindrops in my heart are coming,
Except for you,
Who is the shade under my empty sky?
Mom!
Put aside your troubles,
Let me sink into your arms.
Only you are the destination of my soul.
Little flower,
I want to look up, too,
Thanks for the love of spring-
However, this far-reaching gift,
She was finally silent.
Mom,
Were you that spring?
Mom!
This kind of odds and ends
Can you have a look?
These words,
Before I go,
Always hidden in your heart.
Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hides in its nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms.
With love, there is everything-Bing Xin.
Love is on the left, sympathy is on the right, walk on both sides of the road of life, sow seeds at any time, blossom at any time, decorate this path with fragrant flowers for a long time, so that people who wear branches and brush leaves will not feel pain when they step on thorns; It is not sad to have tears to shed. -Bing Xin