Chapter one: Poems praising maternal love; Self-created maternal love is like poetry.
now
I am speechless.
I write with guilt.
All the inspiration comes from you.
If there is the best metaphor in the world.
therefore
Motherly love is like poetry.
Motherly love is a beautiful poem.
Gave birth to a child in a good time.
Full of selfless care.
Motherly love is a heroic poem.
I used my youth to write about my children.
Decorate yourself with earnest expectations.
Motherly love is a sad poem.
I look forward to my children with tears in my eyes.
Give back to yourself with inexplicable loneliness.
Motherly love is like poetry.
I'd like to read it to you.
Motherly love is poetry.
I am willing to understand you.
Chapter two: About praising maternal love. Poetry is self-created. Mother is the earth and I am the grass.
I absorb nutrients from the earth, take root in the earth, sprout in the earth,
And my mother accompanied me to bathe in the sunshine, blow the spring breeze, pour the summer rain, enjoy the autumn frost and experience the winter snow.
Accompanied by my mother, I grew up.
Mother is a river, I am a fish in the river, and my mother provides me with a swimming habitat.
No matter how many times the river returns to the sea, no matter how many obstacles the river encounters,
Mother, this river flows into the sea as always. I wandered in the river and poured into the sea with my mother.
Mother is a signpost, guiding me forward.
Mom is a big tree, and I am a twig on the big tree.
When the wind howls, the lightning thunders and the heavy rain tilts,
My mother always stands firm, lowers her head, and puts out her hands to hug me.
What am I afraid of with my mother around?
Mother is blue sky, I am floating clouds,
No matter where I float, my mother always looks at me silently in front.
Chapter III: Poems praising maternal love are all self-created, and mothers are humble as moss.
As solemn as dawn
Soft as the sound of water in Jiangnan
Leng Yu is as strong as a thousand years
Raise your eyes
My mother is Hao Yue.
become dejected and despondent
Mother is a vast land.
Mother is the bright sunshine in summer.
It's hot and bright
Mother is the green grass in the morning
Pleasant fragrance
Mother is a clear spring in the valley.
ripple
The blue in my heart
Mother is far from home.
Wherever I go,
Guide me.
Lost lighthouse
Mother is still a distant mountain.
No matter how many storms there are in life.
How difficult it is
It was all me.
Solid dependence
Mother is a lamp waiting in the dark.
Whether the road is muddy or not
Always let me find it
The way home
My mother sewed the skirt before I left.
No matter where I go.
remote
Always call
The return of the wanderer
Mother is a jar of old wine.
time flies
Love and care remain the same
More mellow and beautiful
My mother was my gentle care when I was a child.
No matter how painful it is
Your gentle caress
Will give me enough courage to dry my tears.
In the wind and rain
throw out one's chest
mother
Is the source of my happiness between heaven and earth.
mother
Is my eternal home in my heart.
mother
There you are.
Where is love?