Xi Murong
I put my father's smile
And the river that has been silent.
Into my dream of fire.
Turn yellow November
Burning moldy poetry
I saw my mother's thin back.
Tender feelings for father.
Her love for her father.
Buried in the mountains of loyalty
I don't know how to comfort.
I tried to turn the crazy river
Enact laws
A stone engraved with poetry.
Stop fresh body in rainy season.
I walked into the language and into the river.
I am on the shore of the high tide.
Draw a pair of angry eyes
Mother crawled with difficulty.
In the pain of tearing
The years passed slowly on her mottled forehead.
Wet rainy season
Her hard bones and muscles.
Suffer from rheumatism.
I tried to put all the poems
Into distilled medicinal liquor.
All spilled on the wheat fields in May.
Let the flame grow wildly in the wheat field
Let the language be in the mother's blood vessels.
Run fast
Let poetry relieve pain.
A poem for mother
Author: Bing Xin
Mom, for a long time
I just want to write a poem for you.
But I wrote it many times.
I haven't written it yet
Mom, I wrote this poem for you.
I don't know how to start.
I don't know how to end it.
I don't know what to write.
It's like slapping you hard when you were a child.
I don't know whether to accept it bravely.
Or should I choose to escape?
Mom, I thought of you again tonight.
I decided to write a poem for you.
Even if it's not well written
Even if you are far from home.
Never read ...
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.
Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.
■ Mother
Author: Shu Ting
Your pale fingertips touch my temple.
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt
Ah, mom.
In order to keep your fading figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke.
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf.
Afraid that cleaning will make it
Lose your unique warmth
Ah, mom.
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.
I dare not moan.
Ah, mom.
I often look up at your photos sadly.
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.
Although I have written many songs.
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom.
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
Not a torrent, not a waterfall.
It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
■ Mother
Author: love
Mother is as humble as moss,
Solemn as the morning light,
As soft as the voice of Jiangnan,
Hard as a thousand years of cold jade,
When I raised my eyes,
She is Hao Yue:
When I looked down,
She is a vast land.
■ Mother's Poems
( 1)
Your greatness has condensed my flesh and blood.
Your greatness has shaped my soul
Your life is a journey of love
You use beautiful annual rings
Weave calendars with fragrant ink.
I spend every year in your love.
Play with your shoulders and knees.
(2)
You are a big tree.
Spring depends on your fantasy.
Summer depends on your prosperity.
Autumn depends on your maturity.
Rely on your meditation in winter
Your tall and wide crown ~
Let the fields never be barren.
Mom, you gave me life.
You are the land where I grew up.
(3)
When you are sad, you will be comforted.
When you are depressed, you hope.
When you are weak, you are strength.
Take shelter from the wind and rain in your little bay
You have broadened my horizons.
You are my best friend forever and the driving force of life.
(4)
You leaned over and guarded with love and caution.
You show your clever mind to your heart's content
Your exuberant energy and bright smile.
Your boiling blood keeps flowing.
(5)
Let me immerse myself in your joy.
Let me enjoy your warmth.
Let me be intoxicated in your arms
Let me snuggle up in your arms
(6)
There are faint poems in the long clouds.
There is continuous love in a faint poem.
There is affection in constant love.
Affectionate and meaningful.
(7)
If mother is rain, then I am a rainbow after rain.
If my mother is the moon, then I am the star holding the moon.
Mother is the foundation of my growth.
I am my mother's ideal fruit.
(8)
When I grow up, my mother's black hair is like a maple leaf.
The frost sparkled with silver stars.
I deeply kissed the traces of those years j)'
Give you my heart.
(9)
May fragrance and mellow fragrance haunt your life.
May my silvery laughter fill your brow.
May all my blessings rub into your heart.
A green leaf is full of its friendship with the roots.
An ode condensed my love for you. "
Let the flowers in your heart bloom like clouds.
Let the fragrance accompany you through the long years.
■ Drying old clothes
Author: (Qing) Zhou Shouchang
The robe is still there and the collar is still warm.
I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it.
■ Zhong Mama
Author: Wang
When you come home disappointed,
Son,
No matter how tall you are, your mother's bosom can still surround you.
I am willing to be your "master clock" and I will not stop working until the clock breaks down.
Mom, I love you.
Mom! Mom! I love you, you taught us to endure hardships, and you taught us to live up to expectations.
Childhood scenes are often in dreams, mother's love will never be forgotten, and mother's goodness will never be forgotten.
Even the stormy waves, even the wind, frost, rain and snow.
With your mother, everyone is willing to struggle and achieve great things.
■ Poems for Mother
"M-more": That's what my mother gave me too much;
"O-old": But my mother is old.
"T-tear": it is the string of tears that my mother wiped away for me;
"H heart": this is the mother's pure heart as gold;
"e-eyes": she is the loving eyes of her mother;
"R-right": It is my wish to my mother-always healthy and happy!
Put them together, and you will understand why we affectionately call: Mom!
■ Make mom happier.
Mother's care makes us warm;
Mother's selflessness touched us;
Mother's broadness shocked us;
It is our common wish to make mom happy!