A prose poem about maternal love 1. Ask for a short prose poem about maternal love.
Paper boat-to mother
backbone
I/never/accidentally discarded/a piece of paper,
Always/keep-keep,
Stacked/one after another/very small/boats,
From the boat/into the sea.
Some were blown into the boat/window by the wind,
Some of them/got wet by the waves/stuck to the bow.
I am/still/not discouraged/piling up every day.
I always hope/have a place/where I can flow/I miss it/go.
Mom, if you/dream/see/a small/white boat,
Don't/surprise/dream for no reason.
This is/your beloved/daughter/tearful/folded,
Wanshui/Qian Shan, ask it/carrying/her love/and sorrow/going home.
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. Poems about maternal love are short.
1. Motherly love is a sea, which makes your soul kind and tolerant even if it encounters lightning and thunder.
2. Motherly love is laughter that accompanies you all your life. Motherly love is the yearning of wandering world. Motherly love is the care and anxiety of children before their beds. Motherly love is an ardent expectation for children's growth.
Motherly love is the greatest power in the world. Without the help of selfless maternal love, the child's mind will be a desert.
Motherly love is a huge flame.
5. Motherly love is a long road and a yearning for wandering the world. Wherever you go, she will grow up with you. That long-term concern, that earnest exhortation, guides you to the maze and eliminates the thorns in your journey.
6. Motherly love is a mountain. No matter how hard you are, she always relies on the barrier to support the shade above us. The towering body protects you from the wind and rain and makes your heart calm and happy.
7. Motherly love is a troubled guzheng. When your loyalty is low, elegant melody comes and your eyes turn green immediately. Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead sculpture and make it fresh and natural.
8. Motherly love is a 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.
9. 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.
10, maternal love has a long way to go. 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.
1 1, maternal love is the sun that warms the heart; 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.
12, maternal love is like sunshine, everything you feel and think of is hot! Motherly love is an idyllic poem, leisurely and clean; Motherly love is a landscape painting, natural and fresh; Motherly love is a song, tactfully affectionate.
3. Poems or essays praising maternal love should be short and pithy.
Mother's love poem "Paper Boat" Author: Bing Xin I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper, always keep it-fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I still don't give up and fold every day. I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
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.
When the eternal mother opens her newborn eyes for the first time, the first thing she sees is her mother's extremely holy and loving eyes and tears of joy-her eyes stare at you unblinkingly, and your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively, but you can't express your feelings. Her limbs danced wildly for you-she couldn't help crying loudly. After many days and nights of cultivation, she finally sat up straight. Your little body has never waited after adjusting her emotional intelligence and IQ. I shouted the most precious first voice in my life-Mom, this is the most touching original meaning. No matter how many languages are floating in the world, only this sound is absolutely the same. No music, no poem can be more touching than this one. Wandering among the mountains, passionate sailors are unwilling to send away the sunset and sail. Hope is calling.
The outside world is my paradise, and my free heart is flying. Mom, do you care about me? Mother looked at me anxiously.
Mom, do you want my life to be more exciting? Mother looked at me with relief. Listen to the sound of the train, the flute ... Hold a pair of hands tightly through the window.
Motherly love prose mentioned in the masterpiece (Perfect Sunny Day): I want to fly, and my heart is so tired. I don't know when, young hearts are always eager for independence.
How many times, I tried to escape from the shelter of my parents' wings, open up a thorny road alone, and sharpen my wings in the wind and rain. Perhaps, God discovered my greed and let me enter this full-time high school, and finally I can get rid of my mother's nagging.
The tall teaching building, the carefree canteen, the crowded supermarket and the strange faces all make me novel and excited. However, when everything is familiar, an unbearable loneliness and emptiness occupy my heart.
Heavy study makes me feel depressed and dull, and my weak body makes me feel groggy all day. I feel very uncomfortable and want to go home once, but the lofty aspirations of the past made me endure. Autumn seems to come early, and I feel a chill as soon as I enter autumn.
The cold wind of rustling blows aimlessly, making the window sing along with the gap. I sat in my seat reading a magazine and saw an article about maternal love, which reminded me of my mother.
I used to study late at night. At this time, my mother will serve my favorite mung bean soup, look at me kindly and finish the soup bite by bite. Then make my bed and advise me to go to bed early; Sometimes I get angry outside and lose my temper in front of my mother. My mother never cares, but comforts me and makes me feel better. Before.
Only then can I realize the beauty of nagging. Those annoying words in the past are so warm in retrospect. "Bell-"The bell interrupted my thoughts. I quickly came to the telephone booth and dialed my home phone number. Mother's kind voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Hello, who are you looking for?" "Mom, it's me." I whispered.
"* *, how are you at school? Be careful whether you are in good health or not. It's cold now, pay attention to adding clothes.
Are you used to eating? . ""Well, everything is fine. "
I cried as I spoke. Once, I thought I was a person who would not be emotional or shed tears. However, in front of my mother, I shed tears openly.
On weekends, sitting on the bus home, I feel particularly cheerful. I realized that no matter how far I fly, I will never leave my mother's sight like a kite.
Mother is a thread tied to my heart. The longer and farther you pull, the more painful your heart will be.
Acura mother's motto and saying: maternal love is a huge flame. -romain rolland (France) Motherly love never dries up.
-Su Maternal love is simple, natural, rich and never exhausted in a woman's heart, just like a major factor in life. -Balzac (France) Women are fragile, but their mothers are strong.
-Hugo (France) Mom, you are the perfect combination of mother, confidant and friend! Tagore (India) Motherly love means not only the mother's love for her children, but also the children's love for her. -Munir Nassouf (Kuwait) Mother is the only force that can make death yield Gorky All the glory and pride in the world come from mother.
-Gorky There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the mother's call. -Dante.
4. Ask for a prose poem about maternal love
Paper boat-send a piece of paper to mother Bing Xin. I/never/accidentally abandoned it. I have kept it. I folded it into a boat and threw it into the sea.
Some were blown into the window by the wind, others were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I/still/don't lose heart/fold every day. I always hope/have a/flow direction/where I want to go/go.
Mom, if you/dream/see/see a small/white boat, don't/surprise it/dream for no reason. This is/your beloved/daughter/tearful/folded, Wanshui/Qian Shan, begging/bearing/her love/and sadness/going home.
Mom! The wind and rain came, and the birds hid in the nest; The storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms.
5. Ask for a poem about maternal love, short.
Dedicated to mother.
"Mother Biezi" Don Bai Juyi
Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying. General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.
Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan. New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.
It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home. At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.
With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated. It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.
It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.
I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you.
The Wandering Son, Tang 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?
Who is Tang Hanyu's son?
Who is not crazy, who is not crazy, who will go to the palace to call the Taoist priest? The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn.
Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city. Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang.
It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position. Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood.
Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty? Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end.
It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies. Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts?
"Short Song" Tang
When a person is born, he rises at dawn. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill. Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better.
There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today. People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old.
Short songs, no music.
Tang Zhangwei's Answer to the Old People in Daibei County
The old man with a negative salary went to Zhou Bei. He looked at Wang Bei's hometown. He said that the old man had three sons, all of whom had died in Huangsha.
Now that the child has just grown up, he will confess next year. Knowing this, we will fall apart and cannot live and die together.
Borrow a farm house from Wu next door, and then go to the countryside alone. It's even harder to have more children.
Recently, it is said that the Emperor advocates martial arts and vegetables, and Qiang Bing wants to be quiet. Ensuring border security is a long-term policy, so there is no need to expel China people.
Except at night, Don.
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad. Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.
Wang Anshi in 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.
"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.
Wang Yuan noodles in Xuan Mo Map
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.
Don't be old, Huang Qing Nakazawa.
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.
Get 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.
6. Poems, aphorisms and essays about maternal love
Poetry:
1, a thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son's body. _ _ _ _ Meng Jiao came to Wandering Sons/Mu Ying Park Shangzuo.
2, people see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. _ _ _ Wang Jian's "Short Song"
3, bow down to the mother river beam, tears flow. _ _ _ _ Huang Jingren's "Don't be old since the mother"
4. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. _ _ _ _ Anonymous "Guo E"
I love my son endlessly, and I am glad to be home. _ _ _ _ Jiang Shiquan's Home at the End of the Year
Motto:
1. I have caused my mother a lot of trouble, but I think she likes it very much. -Mark Twain
2. How similar mothers all over the world are! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart. whitman
What I get from my mother Bai is happiness, which is the joy of telling stories. -Goethe
There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the mother's call. -Dante
Prose:
Lotus leaf mother author: Bing Xin
Calling my mother in the house, I quickly went over and sat next to my mother-suddenly I saw a big lotus leaf next to Honglian, slowly leaning over and covering it ... my restless mood disappeared!
The rain has not stopped, and the red-violet has not shaken. The rain kept beating, only on the brave and kind lotus leaf, some water droplets with poor circulation gathered.
I was deeply moved-mother Dao! You are a lotus leaf, I am a red lotus, and the rain in my heart is coming. Except you, who is my hiding under the uncovered sky?
7. The poem about maternal love is very short.
I remember some awesome people said, make good use of Google, huh?
Looking for "Poems in Praise of Mother"
1, The Wandering Sons
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?
2, "Don't be an old mother" Zhong went to worship the mother river beam, worried about tears. 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.
5, "Mother Biezi" Tang Bai Juyi
Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying. General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year. Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan. New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side. It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home. At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes. With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated. It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females. It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl. I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you.
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.
7, "Xuan Mo Map" Wang Yuan noodles
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.
8. "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu
Who is not crazy, who is not crazy, who will go to the palace to call the Taoist priest? The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city. Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang. It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position. Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood. Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty? Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end. It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies. Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts?
9, "Short Songs" Tang
When a person is born, he rises at dawn. Going up the mountain late, going down the mountain ill. Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, half a day at night will be better. There are songs and dances, so be sure to be early. Yesterday was better than today. People see men and women as good, but they don't know that men and women make people old. Short songs, no music.
10, Tang's answer to the elderly in Daibei House
The old man with a negative salary went to Zhou Bei. He looked at Wang Bei's hometown. He said that the old man had three sons, all of whom had died in Huangsha. Now that the child has just grown up, he will confess next year. Knowing this, we will fall apart and cannot live and die together. Borrow a farm house from Wu next door, and then go to the countryside alone. It's even harder to have more children. Recently, it is said that the Emperor advocates martial arts and vegetables, and Qiang Bing wants to be quiet. Ensuring border security is a long-term policy, so there is no need to expel China people.
1 1, "night shift" Tang
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad. Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.
12, Buxu Tang Sikong Map
A mother failed to teach, and three yuan was sent to the kettle. Shao Yunyun vulgar stop Yao color, Luan River low flying brush treasure furnace.
13, Tang Meng Haoran, send Zhang Shen to Mingjing and Jingzhou.
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.
8. Who knows a short poem about mother?
fragrance
Author: roadside pavilion
Quiet town
Green vines twine around the mottled tile house.
A remote and dry road
Jiangqiao has set off a wave of smoke.
The sun is cheering and overflowing under the clouds.
Reflected on the rising river
douse the glim
Refracted into the surrounding flowers and trees.
Shining with green hills
At the other end of the light, at the end of the shady river
A leaf in Cangzhou points to the seaside.
Wanderers are eager to sail and sail.
Tight left suitcase
Kick the right platycodon grandiflorum, mushrooms and dried vegetables.
The wanderer listened with a smile.
The wind has roared with the waves in recent days.
Twist a stiff neck
Shake the flowers gently.
The tramp moved his nose.
Smoke, smoke and smell.
Until the fragrance dissipates
In the distance, the fog is heavy and the sky is wide.
There are gray vines beside the brand-new building.
The asphalt covering the ground sighed with dry sorrow.
The returning wanderer opened his mouth wide.
Stiff my legs.
While waiting, he gently called his long-blocked nose.
He smelled his mother's flowers blooming in one of the few ancient roads.
Pollen is floating in the wind.
He is breathing.
In this long-lost breeze
Every minute, every second, every cluster of late love.
In the ubiquitous breeze
He breathed the fragrance.
9. Modern short poems about maternal love
That afternoon twenty years ago.
The sun is like fire, coming from my mother.
When I first left town, I crossed the mountain road.
Go far away to find a new life.
Only when I said goodbye did I find out.
A piece of luggage is missing.
Clothes that are popular nowadays.
A mother whose clothes were soaked with sweat.
Turn around and throw yourself into the blazing sun.
Pity my mother.
Take a picture of her baby daughter.
Beautiful clothes that are dispensable.
There are more than ten miles to and from the mountain road.
Today, many years later
As a mother, I am.
Care about my daughter
It's also true.
Mom and I
One of ten million mothers.
No matter how tired your heart is, how busy your body is.
I only wish the smiling face of the child.
Like a blazing sun