When I left,
With tears
No turning back
Dare not look back.
I know that casual looking back
Will make your casual eyes
A bitter smile will keep me.
I know
There must be a smile on your face.
But your heart is crying, mom.
I know in my heart.
You just said: Go ahead, son.
Mother will wait for you when the tired child comes back.
I'm leaving, mom.
When I left,
With tears
Dare not look back.
When I turned the maple grove in front of the door,
You can't see me.
When the wet tears of Fenglin flow from my heart.
You can't see me.
It's just, mom
I can't hold it any longer, and my tears are as hard to stop as a thread.
I turned around, mom.
I dare to turn back.
I'd better turn around.
Although tears can't see loess
But I know
Mom, you still hold the door and watch your son.
For a long time, I don't want to look back.
How many times have I cried and cried in my dreams?
Mom, I want to go home.
How many times have I seen it in my dream, mom?
You gently use your warm hands
Touch my crying wound
Oiy mom
I know, you are always behind me.
With an encouraging expression
There is hope in her eyes.
With a waiting smile ...
I know, mom.
You've been standing behind me.
Every midnight dream.
There is always a voice: go, son.
Mother will wait for you when the tired child comes back.
I never refuse 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 still fold every day and never give up.
I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a very small 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.
Drying old clothes-(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.
■ Bing Xin's poem to his mother
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.
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Poetry about maternal love 3/ Love is silent
When I was a child, maternal love
This is a cradle.
I'm inside
Mom is outside.
When I grow up, maternal love
It's a bowl of hot egg noodles.
I'm eating
Mother smiled.
We'll talk later! mother love
This is a warning before leaving.
I'm in front
Mom is in the back.
Now, maternal love
You have a mobile phone in your hand.
Mom is over there.
I'm at this end
In the uneven journey of life, we suffer the most, bear the most pressure and swallow the most tears. We still face life with love, warmth, kindness, kindness and smile, and only our mother faces us. The passage of time is silent, and maternal love is silent. For example, years are quietly accompanying us, and we have been writing the music of love in obscurity all our lives!
Thanksgiving maternal love, watch happiness!
Poetry about maternal love 4. Motherly love is a banana fan.
It's cool for me to repel mosquitoes,
When I grow up,
Heavy love was put into my bag again.
Motherly love is a song,
Sing my true feelings,
Old mother.
Are you still there?
Looking forward to the footsteps of the children going home.
Idle ink lightly expresses colorful words
It means that the flowers bloom naturally.
Hui Zhi Lian Xin lives in the world.
A painstaking pregnancy is sweet.
Embroidery thread in loving mother's hand,
Roots are entangled in the heart.
Life comes from the valley of kindness,
Pinellia is fragrant all over the sky.
-Dedicated to all mothers who work hard to create miracles!
A poem about maternal love 5 A person can't live without maternal love. I have read many books about maternal love, and touching stories made me cry. One of the stories that moved me the most was this:
That day, it was very cold and it snowed heavily. I play at home, because the mirror is poor, so I only wear a cotton-padded coat. My mother was afraid that I would be cold, so she took off her cotton-padded coat and put it on for me. So, I feel much warmer. But my mother only wore three thin long-sleeved clothes, and my eyes kept shining with tears, but my mother insisted. Playing and playing, suddenly, I fainted on the ground. My mother saw it and quickly picked me up and touched my forehead. "Ah, Xiao Yun, you have a fever!" "Say that finish, she quickly took off her two clothes and put them on for me. She quickly put down her work and walked quickly to the hospital. However, the cost is more than 300 yuan. We don't have that much money. My father died of illness again. My mother asked the doctor for help, and the doctor scolded my mother and said, "Get out of here if you have no money!" " "My mother ran home with tears in her eyes. My mother put me in bed, ran to my neighbor's house, borrowed some meat and cooked me a bowl of porridge. Feed me carefully. Then I took some old quilts and covered me. Then, he bought me a pack of antipyretics with his own change. A few days later, my illness was finally cured under the care of my mother, but unfortunately, my mother fell ill again after I was cured. The doctor said that my mother is very ill and may not be cured. I ran to my mother and looked at her delicate face. I couldn't help hating myself. ...
Write here, I shed tears in my eyes, which is moved for my mother and after reading it. And I, I don't understand maternal love. How much did my mother give us? ! We didn't return, and we blamed our mother. ...
Maternal love is great, it has paid for us and done a lot of things! We should learn to cherish and express!
……
When I was 6 years old, poems about maternal love often sat on your shoulders.
Your big calloused hand
Touch my childish head
A rude person can be so gentle.
One high and one short for a walk in the afternoon.
You always hold my little hand tightly.
Busy figure
Stay because of my naughty.
White hair on the sideburns
Because of years of hard work, you can add a few more years to your straight spine in the Spring and Autumn Period.
Like a hook.
Now I have grown up.
You're still sad
The body is no longer strong
I can't afford the mountains any more.
But I still don't want to be my burden.
father
Please believe that I am an adult.
father
Please believe that I can bear this burden.
father
Please relax.
Now I can also hold up a blue sky.
Modern poetry recommendation on fatherly love and maternal love.
Poems about Motherly Love 7 Poems about Fatherly Love and Motherly Love: Fatherly Love
Father's love is like a mountain, solid and reliable.
As strong as a mountain
Fatherly love is the greatest love in the world.
In the process of children's growth
Put a lot of effort into it.
In the process of educating children
Often teach how to be a man.
Be an upright person.
Do things down to earth.
In children's lives
Fatherly love is nourishing.
Fearless care
Every step of a child's growth
Are inseparable from the father's love.
Just like the song says.
Fatherly love is a ladder to heaven.
This is also a role model for children.
Fatherly love is boundless.
At all ages
The same is true of fatherly love.
No matter how bitter it is.
No matter how tired you are.
Let's not talk about it.
Quietly put it in your heart
Like an old cow
Silent dedication
Father's love is a book that can never be read.
An endless book.
Feel the father's love
Only then did I know.
What is being strong?
What is warmth?
Poems about Father's Love and Motherly Love: Motherly Love
Motherly love is like water
As delicate as water.
The biggest love in the world
This is maternal love.
This is maternal love in capital letters.
Motherly love is as big as the sky.
In the process of children's growth
With maternal love
Put a lot of effort into it.
Educate children
Also accompany children to grow up.
mother love
It's great.
Is the warmest love in the world.
By everyone's side
Are accompanied by maternal love.
From ancient times to modern times
Wrote a poem praising maternal love.
Maternal love is the warmest in my heart.
It is also inseparable from love.
Poetry about fatherly love and maternal love: fatherly love is like a mountain, and maternal love is like the sea.
That spring,
Father is still young,
I am like a sapling that has just been planted.
Love is like a mountain,
Moisten the rain and dew, moisten the thick soil.
Through the flowers,
But I don't know that I have passed my youth.
A frost wind has gone through many vicissitudes.
The little tree is already towering.
The back of the mountain is not as big as it used to be.
Nevertheless,
Hard-working, simple, kind and selfless.
Leaves fall all over the sky,
Father is old.
The shadow under the tree can't find important people.
Missing will last forever.
No number of swan songs can turn back the clock.
Our youth can't change our father's ring.
My heart is bleeding. Where have you been? Where is it?
Mother is the source,
Milk watered the wanderer's initial heart.
Like the warm sun in winter,
Pave the way for toddlers,
Roadside hay can also welcome spring again.
Gradually, there are countless stars in the sky.
Ten years of cold window,
How many days and nights have you supervised all night?
Send your entrustment in the snow,
Love is also a river and waves.
In an inch of dry soil,
There may not be a bumper harvest.
I only hope that the care in the distance is rainy early autumn.
When I grow up,
Every dish I eat reminds me of my mother's taste.
You gave everything to your children,
Your love is as deep as the sea,
We have never been grateful for half a glass of water.
A thousand words,
Thank you very much,
Why don't we spend time together? ...
Poetry about maternal love 8 1, father loves mountains.
Holding a young hand
Walk in the wind and rain
The aftertaste is sweet and soft.
God's arrangement
If it wasn't for life
Ruthlessly separate kindness from kindness.
Maybe you have something better.
Causal wandering
The last letter
Brave choice
That's great.
Continue the love between father and son
Happiness is planted for children.
Looking forward to the children's future
2. The way of fatherly love
Accustomed to your advice
That warm harbor
The destination of psychological trauma treatment
cautiously
Miss the daydream of children soaring.
Ignorant, frivolous, opinionated
Satisfy the rainbow-like splendor ...
I heard a lot of rumors.
Doubt your thinking space
What kind of outlook on people's livelihood do you dress up as?
Is it a responsibility or a game?
Or just acting in a movie.
Indulge in the neon of youth
When your back
Like a huge bow.
Sweat melts the hot land.
Ignoring the fire of frying.
Full of joyful expectations
But left a string of sighs.
In the wilderness with green grass and sky
Echoing the sunset coming at night
Smoke rising under the lonely lamp
Sincere confession
Helpless mood
Gaze haggard
Are engraved with deep memories.
I suddenly saw my way.
Never sang for you.
The way of fatherly love
Tree rings that travel through time
A river that spans the years
Confused and faithful eyes like water.
Let the dream be bitter and sweet
……
To live is to be grateful for fate.
Death is also an interpretation of past love.
3. Grateful heart, in my heart forever
Leaves floating in the air,
Write a grateful movement,
That is the tree's gratitude to the earth that nourishes it;
White clouds are floating in the blue sky,
Draw those touching pictures,
That is the gratitude of Baiyun to the blue sky that nurtured it.
We grew up in the sunshine of love,
We nourish the true feelings of the world,
Thanks to our parents for giving us precious lives;
Thanks to the teacher for giving us the ability to learn;
Thanks to our friends for their sincere help;
Thanks to the school, it has given us a harmonious growth environment.
Thanks to in my heart forever.
4. "father"
Hazy time
father
This is a big mountain.
Sit on his shoulder
Can always see far, far away.
Be rational
father
This is a stubborn bent pine tree.
Only then did I find out.
My weight is too heavy, too heavy.
But now
father
You are a profound poem.
My son reads silently.
Tears flow gently
Poetry 9 on maternal love If one day you find that they always cough when eating, don't mistake it for catching a cold or catching a cold (that is the phenomenon of swallowing nerve aging);
If one day, you find that they no longer love to go out …
I want to tell you, you should be alert, your parents are really old, and their organs have degenerated to the point where others need to take care of them. If you can't take care of them, please find someone to take care of them and visit them often, so as not to make them feel abandoned.
Everyone will be old, and our parents are older than us. We should take care of them with the mood of role exchange, so that we can be patient and not complain. Parents should be alert for their children when they can't take care of themselves in life. They may be incontinent and can't do many things well. If the room smells, they may not smell it themselves. Please don't think he is dirty or disrespectful. The child can only help him clean up, and please maintain his "self-esteem".
When they no longer like bathing, please take time to help them wash their bodies regularly, because even if they wash themselves, they may not be clean. When we are enjoying food, please prepare a small bowl of suitable size and easy to chew for them, because they don't like it, maybe their teeth can't bite.
Since we were born, we have been breastfeeding and changing diapers, taking care of patients, teaching us the basic skills of life, providing reading, eating, drinking and counseling, and always caring and acting.
If one day, they really can't move, isn't it necessary to exchange roles? Children should remember that looking after their parents means looking at their future, and filial piety should be timely.
If one day, you are as old as them, what do you want to do?
Now, are you a single parasite or a married double or multiple parasite? Have you ever noticed your parents? Please care and pay attention to their aging process, and don't forget to spend more time with your parents ... and care more about them! Don't yell at them often.