Motherly love 1 poetry reading has a kind of love, like a breeze blowing on your face.
Simple as a mountain, deep friendship.
This kind of love, ev
Motherly love 1 poetry reading has a kind of love, like a breeze blowing on your face.
Simple as a mountain, deep friendship.
This kind of love, even through time and space.
Will not fade because of this.
This kind of love is a great maternal love.
In my childhood memory.
Mother is very wordy.
She likes to remind me of food, clothing, housing and transportation repeatedly.
Mother is kind.
She always leaves me the delicious food first.
I didn't have a deeper understanding until I grew up.
Mother is kind and selfless.
She let me go through every step of my life
Walk steadily, walk lightly and walk comfortably.
Yes, whether I am sad or happy.
Wherever I go, wherever I go.
My mother is my most loyal backing.
She not only gave me precious life.
Gave me endless courage and strength.
Life with a mother
I can smile in her relief.
Find the most comfortable tenderness
Motherly love poetry recitation 2: Since my mother carefully fed me with milk and sweat, I learned to fly.
Deeper thoughts and worries flooded her mind.
Mother condensed hope with bitterness.
Looking forward to my daughter becoming a phoenix, looking forward to my footsteps on Mount Tai.
Will be simple, kind and tough into my blood.
Introduce optimism, openness and diligence into my life.
Give me all the beauty and happiness.
When my feet turn, I leave countless tears.
Motherly love is a tinkling spring flowing in the long river of years.
As melodious songs nourish and moisten me.
It was my time in my life that fell.
Stepped on by the big leather shoes of life
The warm sun during the ravages.
The word mother is soft, warm and heavy.
Often like a needle point across my heart.
Heart rain entangles thoughts and troubles.
Stumbling, white hair, chrysanthemum wrinkles can be calm.
But I can't leave my mother.
When can I not name my daughter?
One day she will not recognize her own soul.
One day I can't remember the way home. ...
Waiting for the sadness of amnesia
How can I praise you, my great mother?
I hold the sun in the mud.
A mother who stepped on the moonlight just to add a mouthful of rice fragrance to her child.
How can I repay your kindness, my mother who did her best for her family?
Mom, you are a heavy book that you can't finish reading, and it is worth reading and learning for your grandparents and grandchildren.
Daughter can sing' Dongfanghong' which you often sing.
write down ...
I often talk to you about the childhood you only remember. ...
Poetry recites the rings of maternal love for three years
Severely engraved on the mother's face.
Son is looking for sweetness.
childhood memories
When the child wakes up.
Under the flashing oil lamp.
You take the cloth sole.
Needle and thread penetrate the twilight.
Reflected in the child's eyes
Qiupu River outside the house
You can hear the sound of water
Rugged bicyclic ring
The moonlight shone into the account.
I like the beauty of thinking about exams at night.
The children raised their mosquito nets.
Stick your head out
My heart cries to my mother.
A dried quilt
Give off a strong fragrance.
Cover the child's body.
Warm heart
The rice wine you made.
delicious
Sometimes it's solid color.
Show truth and simplicity
Sometimes reddish.
Zhao jubilant, yearning.
Moisten your heart from time to time
When you make tofu,
My son has been following you.
You know what your son thinks.
Spoon a bowl of tofu.
Let's have fun first
An egg
Kazuhiro Mori Bowl.
Drink soup.
But sweeter than thick soup
You're two months early.
Let's move.
Stay up late, Nadine
Sewing thread
For the new year.
Let the children put on new shoes
As long as I can remember.
You and your partner
Quarrel (about sth)
Stop and make noise.
necessities of life
Life trivia
Never give up.
This is your agreement.
Now your husband
My dad.
Walk in front of you.
Eighty-year-old you
Still guarding
A century-old house left by my grandfather.
More loneliness.
A quarrel without a wife
One more expectation.
Festivals without reunion
One more question.
No children to follow.
Motherly love poetry recitation 4 Ma Deqi
When mother left, snowflakes were flying all over the sky.
I know, that season
The sky can only see you off with these snowflakes.
Mother, at your distant entrance
Many red flowers and white flowers are in full bloom in the snow.
Mother and son are crying in the snow.
Those flowers were lit by the villagers' cries.
Snowflakes will also burn.
Mother, there is your kind smile on the cemetery.
All the living people knelt down to say goodbye to that winter.
There are no footprints left by you on the ground.
Mom, your footprints have turned into snowflakes.
Open in my tears, and cry alive in the snowflakes.
A mother's love poem recitation 5 Tomorrow, I will travel far.
Chasing white clouds and rosy clouds
Dreamy desire
It's been invading for years.
Tomorrow, I will travel far.
The dark night sky and the biting wind
Mom's short hair
The old pagoda tree leaning in front of the door
White hair stained his face with sorrow.
Write wordless words in the wind.
Dark night sky, biting cold wind
Mother tidied up her travel clothes.
Thin hands
I don't want to leave my backpack for a long time.
Contents in the package
Touch over and over again
Discerning lights and dim clothes.
The narrow room dragged long shadows.
A trance-like appearance
Scratching messy handwriting in the shadow
Swaying long shadows.
Then, the shadow fell heavily.
Sigh in a quiet corner
Mom dragged it.
Long, messy shadows
Erase the last darkness tonight
Ignite the infinite dawn of tomorrow
Dawn shines
A firm front
Tomorrow, I will travel far.
Motherly love poetry recitation 6 mom
I dedicate this tender poem to you.
but I ...
Is it your work?
The pain and hope of pregnancy in October
The blood and joy of childbirth
Be burdened by poverty and hardship.
How much childhood happiness did you give me?
Is the old locust tree at the head of the village still there?
Vaguely remember those warm summer days
You hold me under the lush old locust tree
Keep your only knowledge-"Xiao Jiujiu"
Hey, give it to me.
Do you remember? mother
For the unyielding belief-no longer ignorant.
You put me on a distant bus.
Under the lonely old locust tree
You waved your powerful arm.
On your increasingly curved spine
Between your gray hair
In the wrinkles on your forehead
You have finished your masterpiece.
mother
Today I finally picked up a pen-for you.
but I ...
Is it your work?
One day I rummaged through everything.
I found a photo of my mother when she was young.
Beautiful as youth.
I am eighteen years old.
When exactly?
Mother gave me her face.
Keep wrinkles for yourself.
When I was a child, I was always looking forward to it.
Grow up quickly and then
Break free from mother's control
Live your own free life.
I didn't realize it until I grew up
No matter how far you go, no matter how tired you live.
What worries me most is
Or that
A home with a mother
"mom"
The child gave a gentle cry.
Interrupted my meditation.
I saw Byakki Smoker answer.
It's not clear yet.
Is that me or my mother?