2. A breeze blew, and the fragrance came to the nose, which made people feel relaxed and happy. So it's mom's scent.
This pot of cordate telosma raised by my mother is open in summer and autumn, with patterns like five-pointed stars and oval leaves. The fragrance is particularly strong every night, so it makes people feel refreshed and full of energy.
Seen from a distance, the lilac tree is like a Christmas tree covered with crystal snowflakes, holy and attractive. At close range, the layers of flowers are composed of delicate florets. Each small flower has four petals in the shape of water drops, which are combined together in pairs, like pairs of holes stretching in the air, and like a pair of hands reaching out to the person watching it. Breeze blowing, emitting a faint fragrance, refreshing.
This is really a unique floral fragrance. Fresh and elegant, quiet and distant, without the slightest sense of sweetness and greasy, unavoidable and looming. There is a poem in the Song Dynasty: "A flower can smoke a room", praising mother.
6. When you walk out of the door, you can smell a fragrant flower fragrance, like a glass of ice water in summer and a candle in winter, which makes people feel very comfortable. I want to stay next to it all the time and smell it. I'm curious. I looked at the fragrance, and it turned out to be my mother.
7. Gardenia is white and huge, blooming among green leaves, especially pure and soft. And people can smell its fragrance more than ten meters away. It is different from ordinary fragrance, full of freshness and sweetness. The fragrance of pearl cream is vulgar compared with their sweetness. The sweetness of chocolate belongs to my mother.
8. There are too many flowers in the world. Some are similar to each other, so they are lost in obscurity; Some are covered by the richness of flowers, so they are often ignored. From this point of view, jasmine fragrance is excellent, it does not stick to patterns; Jasmine fragrance is lucky. It matches flowers and brings out the best in each other, because it is mom's favorite flower and belongs to mom's fragrance.
9. The best smell in the world is when you hold your mother.
10. As soon as the lid was opened, a thick fishy smell came to the nose, which evoked bugs in the stomach. Just smelling and not eating can make people fall down and make people appetite! This is my mother's smell.
2. Mom's taste is a potato-flavored poem "Mom's Taste"-Wang Peng (from the Internet)
There is a kind of flower in the world.
Bloom mom's smile
There is a river in the world.
Ballads of floating mothers
//
The most beautiful voice in the world
In other words, this is mom's phone.
Go home-
It's time to eat-
How many years have passed?
That warm call
Still haunting my ears.
//
There is a memory in life.
Like smoke rising from home.
appetizing
Precisely
My mother's taste
3. Poems about mother paper boats
star
I never want 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 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 is your beloved daughter Wan Shui Qian Shan who folded it with tears.
Begging him to bring her love and sadness home.
Balkos de Paper
star
I never want 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 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 is your beloved daughter Wan Shui Qian Shan who folded it with tears.
Begging him to bring her love and sadness home.
mother
Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming.
There are many birds in its nest.
The storm in my heart is coming.
I only hide in your arms.
Mom!
This fragmentary article
Can you have a look?
These universes
Before I go.
Always hidden in your heart.
4. Mother's Taste Modern Poetry [The taste of liberal arts mother-poetry-tea adds fragrance.
Prose: Mother's Lonely Taste
Artificial taste
Type: For example, Song Ban Author: July 3, 20031Published in Chatianxiang.
When the sea breeze caresses my ear
Sunshine indicates the alternation of spring and summer.
Pack your bags and get ready to go.
Wear a straw hat woven with wild flowers.
I am a wandering child.
Chasing the rushing waves
The sky dyed red by the sea began to smile.
Gaze deeply
Like a beautiful bride
Cover your face with a veil shyly.
I slowly miss the smell of my mother.
Stroll along the railway
Clear grass mixed with chaotic footsteps.
Mother always prepares a little dessert after supper.
And honey.
Attached to the pure starlight
The smell of drinking a pot of coffee
Now I am far away.
Smell the sea.
What you see is freedom.
But not as gentle as mom.
Seagulls tread the waves.
Start playing hide-and-seek in the morning
They are wearing mysterious black and white dresses.
Like the wind
Collect scattered stars
White flowers gathered into waves.
I tried to think about my mother's skirt.
Tie a long ribbon around your waist.
Tie a big bow.
The beauty of plaid
This is a charming cube.
I am always happy.
Spin and dance in the wind
Don't need music
Draw a perfect circle in the air.
I am like an elf.
Fly in the summer sky
My happiness is my mother's clothes.
Always smile sweetly when intoxicated.
The summer here is really beautiful.
The sea here is really charming.
But it doesn't taste as good as mom.
Mom's skirt
My memory became the train home.
Mom's eyes are the brightest street lamps at night.
Follow such a familiar feeling
I found my way home.
My mother's taste
In the breeze
Full of carnations.
That's the smell of mom.
A faint scent
Warm the heart
Open the eyes of drunken dreams
Read the taste of life
Mother's smile looked back in longing.
Pick up the fallen leaves in the forest
Printed on the bookmark of memory
Mom's hair is always associated with the direction of love.
worry
Will be the hope in each other's hearts
land
Germinate in the spring rain
hua'er
Grow up in happiness
When the flowers are in full bloom
The wind will smell of mother.
5. Poem about the taste of maternal love 1, "Farewell to Mother" Huang Qing Ren Jing bowed to his mother's river beam and was not worried about anything but tears.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. 2, "Maternal Love" Yuan Yangwei loves maternal love chicks, 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.
3, "Mother Biezi" Tang Baijuyi's mother Biezi, the son is not a mother, there is no light crying during the day. 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. 4, "The Book of Songs Hurricane Kaifeng" Kaifeng is a southerner, blowing his heart.
I want to die, and my mother has a reward. The wind blows from the south, and the wind blows from the other side.
God, I have no family. Is there any cold in the spring? Under Xun.
With seven children, my mother is very hard. The yellow bird, with its voice.
There are seven children, don't comfort your mother. 5, "Jade" Tang Li Bai Hu Feng blows on behalf of the horse, and holds Luyangguan in the north.
Wu Bing took a photo of Hai Xue and asked when it would come back. Halfway through Liao and Jin, Huang Yun was in great pain.
The old mother and son left without saying goodbye and cried among the weeds. The white horse is surrounded by flags and mourns to climb high.
Poplar autumn moon is bitter and cold, and Zhang Yushan is in early autumn. I'm from Ming Xiu, and I haven't been idle while cutting Lu Su.
Do you cherish fighting to death and sweep away fierce stubbornness for you? Without feathers in the stone, it's hard not to be afraid of danger.
If the ship flies like a whale, it will fall into the bay of stars. This song can't be played, as evidenced by the three armed forces.
6. The wanderer sang the thread in the hands of Tang Mengjiao's loving mother and made clothes for his wayward 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? 7. "Send Mother Home" Don Li Shangyin stopped to look around and set me up as a Chu prisoner.
Feeling from this, sadness and tears stuck in the throat. Fang's mother is seriously ill and wants to be a famous doctor.
The bus is very urgent today, so it is difficult to stop! Motherly love has nothing to report, what can life expect! 8. "Night Cry in the Second Dock" Tang Baijuyi lost his mother in the second dock and was dumb. Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old.
Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved. If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart.
A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad. What makes you sad should be your mother's kindness.
Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died. What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird.
The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied. 9, "Whose Son" Yu is neither crazy nor crazy, and went to the palace to be a Taoist.
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn. Cui Mei's bride is twenty years old and sent home to cry 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? 10, "Mother's Grave in the West" Tang Chen was sick at the top of the mountain, the sun was dim, and the birds were sparse at dusk.
The forest was empty, but Ding Ning told me to go home early. 1 1, "Returning to the Old Mountain to Stay in Meng Jiao" Tang Baorong has no sharp edge in choosing wood, and there is no clever way to fish.
How to bite off more than one can chew? The former never gets tired of farming and never leaves his relatives for a day.
I am thousands of miles away, and I am absent-minded. You are kind to your mother, but you only imagine one person.
Silkworm and mulberry can grow, and clothes are always new. Spit a foot of silk at a meal, who sees this hospitality.
Don't go back to farming, set the wheel on fire. 12 "Living in Jingzhou" Tang Meng spent fifteen years in colorful clothes and tried his best to be kind to his 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. 13, "Thinking of Mother" Tang He's falling reed flowers are wet with tears, and his head is helpless.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock. 14, The Picture of Xuan Mo The Picture of Xuan Mo by Wang Yuan Mian is a bright day lily flower, Luosheng Beitang.
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. The second day lily was born in Beitang, bright and of good color.
What if I drink too much? Is the son of man filial to his heart in honor and love? It rained and frosted last night, and the river was old. The wanderer didn't return, and his heart was pounding.
15, "Tenth Five-Year Plan" Wang Song Anshi put her mother in a ditch and left her family to dry. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
6. Poems about Mother 1' Xi Ruoyun's famous words don't hurt my heart, but I will forgive your stinging. When the woman finished speaking, she found that her mother was gone, and her mother had said the same thing to her. Who knows how it hurts when she looks back across the trembling trees all over the mountain? Ship 2,-Send Bing Xin's mother. I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper. I always keep it-keep it, fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea.
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 am still not discouraged, and I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wan Shui Qian Shan, ask him to take her love and sorrow home. When the rainy season came, my mother had just passed. I gave my mother half an umbrella to protect the child from the wind and rain, and my mother pushed it to me. Ah, the child under the umbrella, the mother outside the umbrella. Rain is no longer rain, but a happy and tearful day given by God to the world, just like walking on a road with frequent storms. Mother is at the forefront. Let some umbrellas for children to shelter from the wind and rain be given to mother, and mother will push them to me. Ah, the child under the umbrella, the mother outside the umbrella. Rain is no longer rain, but a tear of happiness that God sent to the world. Dear mom, I love you. I will always be your child. I will always need the touch of your palm. Dear mother, I love you as deeply as a stream loves a mountain. I hug you warmly and cherish the warmth of spring selflessly. I am a wild goose flying south, with creamy tenderness. I love you, my dear mother. I love you, the smell of mountains, air and water. In my youth, you carefully designed every second of my life for me. Every minute on many bright red days, I wrote poems on your wrinkled forehead with my flowing poems and enthusiasm, picked off a bunch of the brightest roses, and pinned all my dear words on my mother. My mother said I was stupid. Roses are flowers that symbolize love. No, they are also flowers that children want to give to my mother. Unfortunately, I haven't listened to my mother's childhood jokes for a long time, and I fell asleep before listening. My mother said, silly child, what my mother wants to say to her child has never been finished. So give them a song * * * 1 A mother on a stormy day is like walking on a stormy road, and her mother is at the forefront. Let some umbrellas shelter the mother from the wind and rain for the children, and they pushed them to me. Ah, the child under the umbrella, the mother outside the umbrella, the rain is no longer rain, but a drop of happy tears that God gave to the world.