Modern poetry praising maternal love or fatherly love

: sacred maternal love

Motherly love, not picky about looks.

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

Motherly love is noble and great.

Motherly love, infinite loyalty

Whether you are peaceful or uneasy.

Whether you fail or succeed,

Motherly love, you failed and succeeded.

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.

Don't understand maternal love

You have lost the meaning of life.

Forget maternal love

High-ranking officials are generous, and the blood is cold and the body is weak.

A mother fell into poverty.

Why does one side miss peace?

Dot bright colors with our hands.

Measure overall prosperity with love.

Caring for mother is also the sublimation and purification of you and me.

Try to dry your tears for your mother and enjoy the splendor!

Selected poems of Bing Xin

Paper boat-send it to mom

I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,

Keep it forever

Keep 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 am still not discouraged, folding every day,

I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.

Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,

Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.

This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.

Wanshui Qian Shan, please ask him to come back with her love and sorrow!

mother love

mother love

It is the communication and fusion of blood and pulse.

It is the blessing of the child and the pain of the mother.

mother love

Like the spring wind.

She gave it a gentle brush.

The earth will be green.

mother love

It is a cloud in the sky.

Always let the scorching sun

Go through her first.

Give the earth wind, rain and peace.

mother love

This is the sunset after the rain.

Always let the washed earth

Lying in your arms and never giving up.

Write colorful life dreams in the high sky.

mother

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If time goes back,

I am reunited with you.

Your blood

Quietly beating my every cell.

When mesophyll passes through branches and leaves,

Sunlight touches the earth.

I will take the most peaceful posture.

Sleep in your belly

Listen to your intoxicating heartbeat

As I breathe evenly

If the years reappear

I live with you again.

Your smile

Will no longer be the thoughts in the photo album

I will spend every ordinary day.

Talk to you about the story of what happened before and after.

Looking at the evening when the stars are thin.

I will make you laugh happily.

No longer show youthful rebellion.

If I lose everything,

Abandoned by all my friends.

If I fall into endless disasters.

Facing tomorrow, I am pale and powerless.

You will come as scheduled in the dark.

Use your kind hands

Lift me up gently

Mom, just you.

Tolerate such a stubborn and failed son.

Only you

Let me know what it means to laugh and cry.

Is mom old? Are you old?

I asked myself again and again with great sadness.

Touch my growing white hair.

I don't want to believe it

Mom is really old, old.

In an instant, tears could not help pouring out.

Blurred all my missing memories.

Mother is old.

Like a land that has experienced wind and frost.

Quietly and peacefully

Look at the sky, look at me.

I never dare to talk about my grades in front of her.

My mother cares about my health.

Mother is old.

I only dare to use the simplest language.

Praise her.

I'm afraid of embellished poems.

Deserve to own that frozen land.