Writing Mother's Poems
Paper Boat Bingxin
I never abandon a piece of paper, I always keep it - keep it and fold it into pieces A very small boat was thrown into the sea. Some were blown by the wind into the windows of the boat, and some were wetted by the waves and stained on the bow of the boat. I still keep folding them every day without getting discouraged, always hoping that one of them will flow to where I want it to go. Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it came into your dream for no reason. This is what your beloved daughter folded with tears in her eyes. May it carry her love and sorrow back home across thousands of rivers and mountains.
Eternal Mother
When you open your newborn eyes for the first time, the first thing you see is the mother’s extremely holy and loving gaze and the tears of joy—— Without blinking, you stare at you carefully. Your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively, but you can't express the affection. All your limbs are dancing in panic, and you - can't help but cry loudly. After many days and nights of nurturing, you finally sit upright. You are so small. After adjusting her EQ and IQ, her body never waited, and directly shouted out the most precious first voice in life - mother. This is the most touching primitive implication. No matter how many languages ??are rhymed in the world, this one voice is absolutely the same. No music, no poetry can be more moving than this sound
Wandering Son's Song
The mountains do not want to send away the sunset, and the passionate sailors do not want to sail away. Hope is calling. The outside world is my paradise, and my free heart is flying. Mother, do you care about me? My mother looked at me uneasily. Mother, do you want my life to be more exciting? My mother looked at me with relief. Listening to the sound of the train, the whistle... holding a pair of hands tightly through the window.
You Zi Yin Tang Meng Jiao
The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the body of the wanderer.
Before leaving, I am worried that I will return later.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
Farewell to my mother, Huang Zhongze of the Qing Dynasty
Pull the curtains to pay homage to my mother and go to Heliang. I will be worried for a long time and my eyes will dry up with tears.
It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and having children at this time was worse than having none.
On the 15th, King Anshi of the Song Dynasty
moved his mother to Han ditch and left Bai Hanyin at home. When the moon comes out and Du Yu is heard, the north and the south are always concerned.
At the end of the year, Jiang Shiquan came home to Qing Dynasty
My love for my son is endless, and I am very happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely stitched, and the letters home are freshly inked.
When we meet, we pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships. I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh in the dust.
Mother bids farewell to son, Tang Bai Juyi
Mother bids farewell to son, son bids farewell to mother, crying bitterly in the day without light. The general of the Kansai Hussars, Xin Ce Xun was defeated last year.
With the imperial decree of two million yuan, Luoyang welcomed people like flowers. New people are welcomed and old people are abandoned, the lotus in the palm is a thorn in the eye.
It is not enough to be sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, but it is sad to leave two children in your family. At first, he was helping to walk, and at the same time, he was sitting. When he was sitting, he was crying and holding people's clothes while he was walking.
The new Yanwan of your wife has separated my mother and my son. It is not as good as the crows and magpies in the forest, the mother does not lose her young, the male and the female.
It should be like the peach and plum trees in the garden, the flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newbies, newbies, listen to my words, Luoyang Unlimited Red Mansion Girl.
I hope that the general will be able to perform meritorious service again, and that there will be new people better than you.
Motherly love Yuan Yang Weizhen
Motherly love, love for young children, Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince. The steps of the dragon and the tiger change day by day, and the dog and the eagle follow each other in different directions.
Isn’t there a solitary child six feet below the knee? Ah Zhao and Amei are not crotches. The ghost lights are dim at night, and the heavy snow is falling.
If hundreds of officials do not hold Dong Hu’s pen, what will happen to an orphan and a widowed husband? Suddenly, a silver pillar ax was pierced on the ground in front of the bed, causing the king of Han's golden cabinet to bring disaster.
Mo Xuan Tu Yuan Wangmian
The brilliant day lily flowers grow under the North Hall. The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom? The love of a loving mother leaning against the door makes the wanderer's journey difficult. The sweet taste is sparse every day, and the sound is blocked every day. Looking up at the cloud forest, I feel ashamed to hear the words of the wise bird.
Whose son is Tang Hanyu?
Whose son is neither crazy nor crazy? He went to the king's house to praise the Taoist priest. The white-headed old mother covers the door and cries, and rolls up the broken sleeves of her shirt.
The bride with green eyebrows was twenty years old. She was sent home and cried through the city. Maybe he wants to learn how to play Feng Sheng, and admires Ling Fei as much as Xiao Shi.
It is also said that the customs of the times ignore the commonplace, and strive to obtain noble positions through dangerous and strange practices. Although there are legends about gods, those who know them all know that they are delusional.
The sage, the virtuous, and the virtuous can be deceived, but why should they die in the poor mountains? Oh my brother, Yu Xincheng, I am willing to teach you from beginning to end.
It is not too late to punish him if he does not punish him. Whoever has sympathy for his friends and relatives can write this poem to me as a gift.
An old man from Beizhou replied to Zhang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The old man was going to Beizhou with a salary, and he was worried about visiting his hometown in the north. He said that the old man had three sons, and two of them had died in the yellow sand.
Now that the children have grown up, they will be recruited again next year after hearing the news. I know for sure that this separation will fall apart, and it will not be as good as being together in death and life.
Lend all your fields and houses to your neighbors, and return to your hometown alone. In order to have many descendants in this life, who knows how much harder it is.
It is said that the emperor respects martial arts and vegetables, and strengthens his troops to calm Hu Chen. There is a long-term strategy to stabilize the border and self-reliance, so there is no need to displace the Chinese.
Great Night Works by Tang Gaoshi
The hotel is sleepless under the cold lights, and the guests’ hearts are filled with sadness.
My hometown is far away tonight, and I am worried about another new year on my temples.
Prose about mother:
I want to fly, but my heart is tired.
I don’t know since when, young hearts always long for independence.
How many times have I tried to escape from the shelter of my parents' wings, carved a path full of thorns, and tempered my wings in the storm.
Maybe God discovered my greed and allowed me to enter this full-time high school, so that I could finally get rid of my mother's nagging.
The tall teaching building, the spacious canteen, the crowded supermarket, and the unfamiliar faces all made me novel and excited. However, when everything became familiar, an unbearable loneliness and emptiness took over my heart. The heavy study made me feel depressed and dull, and my weak body made me groggy all day long. I felt painful and wanted to go home, but the ambition and pride of the past made me endure it.
Autumn seems to come very early, and as soon as it enters, I feel a chill. The cold wind blew endlessly, causing the windows to squeal from time to time.
I sat blankly reading a magazine and saw an article about maternal love, which made me think of my mother...
Some nights in the past I study until very late. At this time, my mother will bring my favorite mung bean soup, look at me kindly, and drink the soup in one sip. Then he made the bed for me and advised me to go to bed early. Sometimes, when I was angry outside, I would lose my temper in front of my mother, but my mother never cared about it, and instead comforted me, which made me feel better. Before... ...
Only then did I realize the beauty of nagging. Those annoying words in the past are so warm in retrospect.
"Ring---" The bell after class interrupted my thoughts. I quickly came to the phone booth and dialed my home phone number. My mother's kind voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Hey, who are you looking for?"
"Mom, it's me." I whispered.
"**, how are you at school? Are you in good health? A person should take care of his body. The weather is cold now, so be careful to put on more clothes. Are you used to eating?..."
p>"Okay, everything is fine..." I shed tears as I spoke.
I once thought that I was a person who would not be emotional or shed tears. However, in front of my mother, I shed tears without any concealment.
On the weekend, sitting in the car going home, I felt particularly cheerful. Only then did I understand that no matter how far I fly, I will always be like a kite and cannot escape my mother's sight.
Mother is the thread tied to the heart. The longer and further we pull, the more painful my heart becomes.
Touching stories:
The report "Blood Mother's Love" told a true story: a mother was laid off, but she couldn't bear to see her daughter depressed all day long. Then she decided to take her daughter to ski and bought two silver bread clothes to make her daughter happy. But an unfortunate thing happened: they were too excited and slipped far away from the designated place, causing an avalanche. The silver-gray clothes the mothers wore were similar to white, and the rescue plane couldn't see them at all. Both mother and daughter were frozen. . In the end, the mother cut her own blood vessels and wrote "SOS" in blood so that her daughter could be rescued. However, this great mother lost too much blood and left her daughter forever
Animals The mother and son in the world will also be touching:
A hunter was chasing a Tibetan antelope. When he saw no way out, the Tibetan antelope suddenly stopped running and knelt down facing the hunter. Feeling strange, but without any sympathy, he raised his gun and shot the antelope to death. Back at the station, the hunter performed an autopsy and discovered that there was a fetus in the belly of the sheep. The hunter understood that she was begging for mercy precisely for the sake of her child. The hunter regretted it so much that he threw away his shotgun and never hunted again.
Paintings, sculptures, film and television, and advertising that show the image of mothers:
The movie "Pretty Mom" ??tells the story of female worker Sun Liying's son Zheng Da who was born deaf, and her husband left her because of this. And away, the family is broken up. In the mother's mind, her deaf son is no different from other children. Wearing a hearing aid is as natural as wearing a pair of glasses. However, reality has made fun of Sun Liying's kind wishes again and again. Her ex-husband was killed in a car accident. The successive misfortunes left the woman helpless. The goal of "making him a normal child" made her become She stayed strong and faced difficulties again and again without falling. This is the power of maternal love. Another example is the forged bronze sculpture "Gaoligong Mountain - Mother" in Tengyue Square, Tengchong County, Yunnan Province. It is located in Tengchong County, the border area between China and Myanmar. It is 12.9 meters high. Its shape is composed of the mother's head and a mountain shaped like a mountain. The six reliefs show the beautiful mountains and rivers of Gaoligong Mountain and the heroic figures of the people. This shows the Chinese people's supreme respect for their mothers.
1. Maternal love
It is the connection and integration of blood and veins
It is the blessing of children and the pain of mothers
Motherly love
Like the spring wind
She blows gently
The earth will be green
Mother's love
It is from heaven Clouds
always let the scorching sun
drive through her body first
bringing wind, rain and peace to the earth
Motherly Love< /p>
It is the clouds after the rain
Always let the cleaned earth
Lie in your arms without giving up
Compose colorful dreams of life In the High Sky
2. Maternal Love
Childhood
Motherly Love
Is a gentle hand
< p>Hit the bodyCare in the heart
Growing
Motherly love
Is a rough palm
< p>Caressing the faceThe pain is in the heart
Now
Motherly love
Is an invisible hand
Covered in the sky
Concerned in the heart
3. Mother's love article/Hui Fengming
It is a warm ray of sunshine
< p>With the arrival of the whole four seasons every dayRipples like the spring breeze
Let all emotions wake up from hibernation
It is the perception of life< /p>
Exudes the fragrance of life
Sensually sweet and intoxicating
It is beyond doubt
It is a willing love
Even if the wind wrinkles the sky of time
Even if the rain wets the years of youth
Even if the soul is beaten by the waves and valleys
What else can be better than this? More reliable?
Say nothing
Know everything
Only true love is waiting here selflessly
4. Motherly love,
Thousands of warnings and instructions from children before they leave;
The worry after separation;
The eager anticipation when returning.
Mother,
puts her love for her children
on her face,
but never utters a word of "love" Words,
After that,
silently counted the days and nights after separation.
Mother's love,
is a fire for children in winter;
delicious food when they are hungry;
a drop of water when they are thirsty. Drops of clear spring.
Mother,
sewing her love into her children’s cotton-padded jackets with thousands of stitches,
wrapping her love deeply into delicious dumplings ,
She silently packed her love into her children's luggage,
But her heart was filled with the sadness of parting.
5. Letter to Mother/Jian San
If I were a little bird
You are my nest
Me Hatched in your nest
Crowing in your nest
Cover when the wind comes
Cover when the rain comes
It’s you A plump and warm nest
Nurturing me with plump wings
It is your solid love nest
Lifting me to soar high
Fly Flying into the vast sky
Flying across the ocean
Singing in the wind
Soaring in the rain
No matter where I fly
< p>You are my homeEvery moment
I will never forget you
6. To my mother
You are not A bright lamp
But it brings light to the depths of my soul
You are not God
But you give me a life as colorful as a dream
You Not a teacher
But he left me with a simple and sincere heart
I am not a genius
But I am your earnest hope
I am not far away Walker
But I am your deepest concern
I am not a naughty boy
But I am a child who will not grow up in your eyes
I am not enough Smart
But I understand every love you give me
Mother
With your clear sky
I am having a sweet dream< /p>
With your care
I am enjoying the spring breeze
You are the calm harbor
I am the sail that always returns
p>
You are the rippling blue waves
I am the kapok nestled in the mountains and rivers
You are the majestic peaks
I am the downstream The boat going straight down
7. To my mother
Goethe
Although I haven’t said hello to you for a long time,
I haven’t written to you Letter, but don't let doubts arise in your heart
as if your son's deep love for you has disappeared from my heart
.
Absolutely not so, just like that rock,
It has deep roots in the water for thousands of years,
It will never leave its original place, even if it is flowing water,
Sometimes wind and waves, sometimes soft waves flow over it
so that people cannot see it.
My love for you is also inseparable< /p>
In my chest, despite the long river of life,
sometimes it is whipped by pain and rolls violently,
sometimes it is caressed quietly by joy,
p>
It is covered and blocked, so that it cannot
show its face to the sun and cannot reflect the surroundings
The reflected sunlight is in front of your loving mother
Show you how much your son looks up to you.
8. Dedicated to mother Bei Heine
Heine
I am used to walking with my head held high and my eyes turned to the sky.
My His temperament is also a bit stubborn;
Even if the king and I look face to face,
I will not lower my eyes.
But, dear mother, I want to tell you bluntly:
Although my pride is so strong,
As soon as I come to your happy and kind side ,
I often feel inferior and shy away.
You have a lofty spirit that permeates everything.
The rays of light shine straight to the sun, moon and stars.
It is this spirit that secretly conquers the world. I?
Recalling the past really makes me feel sad.
I did many things wrong and hurt your heart.
Such a kindhearted mother who loves me so much!
9. Ah, mother
Shu Ting
Your pale fingertips caress my temples,
I can’t help but look like a child Same as always
Tightly hold on to your lapel.
Ah, mother,
In order to keep your disappearing figure,
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke,
< p>I still didn’t dare to open my eyes for a long time.I still treasure that bright red scarf,
I am afraid that washing it will
lose your unique warmth.
Ah, mother,
Isn’t the flow of time equally ruthless?
I am afraid that my memory will also fade.
How dare I open its screen so easily?
For a thorn I once cried to you,
Now wearing a crown of thorns, I dare not,
not dare to moan.
Ah, mother,
I often look up at your photo sadly,
Even if the call can penetrate the loess,
How can I Dare to disturb your sleep?
I don’t dare to display the gifts of love like this,
Although I have written many songs
for flowers, for the sea, and for the dawn.
Ah, mother,
My sweet and deep yearning,
not a torrent, not a waterfall,
it is covered by flowers and trees There is no singing in the ancient well.
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10. Poems dedicated to mother
Mother is a bow,
I am the arrow on the bow.< /p>
You would rather break your muscles and bones,
but also send your child to the top of life.
Mother is a bridge,
any I will bend your spine.
No matter the wind, frost, snow or rain,
I will be sent to the other side of my ideal.
Mother is a bright moon,< /p>
I am a cloud beside you.
Whenever I study in the middle of the night,
You always accompany me with your smiling face.
Mother is A small boat,
never turns around in the storm.
Bravely carrying the children,
through many rapids and shoals.
Mother is a high mountain.
Your majestic body,
stands up to the sky.
Try your best to lift your children into the universe.
Mother is the vast sea,
I am your little wave.
No matter where I go
I will always be the son of the sea.< /p>
Mother is a book,
I will never finish reading this book.
You are the dictionary of my life,
Guidance I move forward.
■A poem to my mother
Author: Bing Xin
Mother, for a long time
I have wanted to You write a poem
But you have written it many times
You still haven’t finished it
Mother, I wrote this poem for you
I don’t know how to begin
I don’t know how to end
I don’t know what to write
It’s like a harsh slap from you when I was a child
I don’t know whether I should accept it bravely
or choose to escape
Mother, I think of you again tonight
I decided to I want to write a poem for you
Even if it is not well written
Even if you are far away from home
You will never be able to read it...
Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised if it falls into the dream for no reason.
This is written by your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes,
Thousands of rivers and mountains, begging him to carry her love and sorrow back home.
■Mother
Author: Shu Ting
Your pale fingertips caress my temples
I can’t help but feel like I was a child
Tightly hold on to your skirt
Oh, mother
In order to keep your disappearing figure
Although the morning light has already Cut the dream into wisps of smoke
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time
I still treasure the bright red scarf
For fear of washing it< /p>
Losing your unique warmth
Oh, mother
The passage of time is also ruthless
I am afraid that the memory will fade in the same way
p>
How dare I open its screen so easily
I once cried to you for a thorn
Now that I am wearing a crown of thorns, I dare not
Don't dare to moan
Oh, mother
I often look up at your photo sadly
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep
I dare not display the sacrifices of love like this
Although I have written many songs
For Flowers , to the sea, to the dawn
Oh, mother
My sweet and deep yearning
Not a torrent, not a waterfall
It is a dry well hidden by flowers and trees that cannot sing
■Mother
Author: Love
Mother is as humble as moss,
solemn Like the dawn,
soft as the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River,
hard as a thousand-year-old cold jade,
when I raise my eyes,
she is The bright moon,
when you lower your head,
is the vast earth.
■Mother’s Poems
(1)
Your greatness condenses my flesh and blood
Your greatness shapes my soul
Your life is a voyage of love
You use beautiful annual rings
to compile a calendar that exudes the fragrance of ink
I spend every year in your affection
Playing on your shoulders and knees
(2)
You are a big tree
Spring relies on you to dream
Summer relies on you to prosper
Autumn relies on you to mature.
Winter relies on you to meditate< /p>
Your tall and broad canopy~
The wilderness will never be wild
Mother, you gave me life
You nurtured me to grow The land
(3)
You are the comfort when I am sad
You are the hope when I am depressed
You are the hope when I am weak Strength
Take shelter from the wind and rain in your little bay
You have broadened my horizons
You are my forever best friend and the driving force of life
< p>(4)You carefully bend over to guard with love and compassion
You show your bright mind to the fullest
Your energetic smile is strong
Your boiling blood flows endlessly
(5)
Let me immerse myself in your joy
Let me enjoy your warmth 中
Let me be intoxicated in your arms
Let me nestle in your arms
(6)
Yuyou There is a faint poetry in the clouds
There is a lingering love in the faint poetry
There is a deep feeling in the lingering love
There is a deep feeling in it There is a strong meaning
(7)
If mother is the rain, then I will be the rainbow after the rain
If mother is the moon, then I will hold the moon Star
My mother is the root of my growth
I am the ideal fruit of my mother
(8)
I have grown up as my mother’s The black hair is like the leaves on the maple leaves
The frost is dotted with silver light
I deeply kiss the traces of those years j)`
Peng I dedicate my heart to you
(9)
May the fragrant and mellow sweetness linger in your life_
May my laughter be like a silver bell Fill your eyebrows
May all my blessings rub into your heart
A green leaf is full of friendship to its roots
An ode condenses me My love for you"
Let the flowers in your heart bloom like clouds
Let the fragrance accompany you through the long years
■Share old clothes
Author: (Qing Dynasty) Zhou Shouchang
The thirty-year-old silk robe still exists, although the collar is torn but still warm.
It is heavily sewn and cannot be removed lightly, and there are old thread marks on it.
■Mom Clock
Author: Xiaomin
When you come back disappointed,
Children,
No matter how tall you are, your mother’s heart can still surround you.
I would like to be your "Mother Clock" until the day when Zhong Laolian never stops.
■Mother’s Bible
Author: Xiaomin
Every time I open this Bible, I can’t help but hug it On my chest,
like hugging my dear mother,
I can still smell the faint fragrance of my mother,
see my mother’s beautiful and elegant appearance .
■Learn to be a good mother
Author: Xiaomin
"The hand that moves the cradle is the hand that changes society"
" "Mother"
is a privilege given to women by God.
A mother's sacrifice for her children is priceless, and her dedication is unconditional.
■『Mom』
Author: Hao Hong
When I met you,
I was ten years old/you were thirty-five.
You are a mother with a round face/
Your love is a basin full of bath water/
Warm,
Almost floats me.
■Mother
Author: Gao Mingcheng
The earth keeps rotating
Accidentally fell into a ditch when I was young
You lifted me from the earth in a pool of blood
Suddenly picked me up
You are the almighty strongman!
A thousand raindrops fell from the edge of the umbrella
The droplets poured into your back
I am in your arms but not affected by the rain
< p>The hospital is actually the end of the marathonIt is your brave ambulance!
The morning star is constantly born and dying
I also know that it ages and farewell
Remorse will always be deeply rooted in the heart after farewell
< p>One inch of grass and endless rivers can never be complainedThe spring is bright and the sea is bright and the sky is endless
It is your incarnation of Guanyin!
■
Author: Xu Yilan
Modern parents use respect, understanding and care to
accept their children’s strengths and weaknesses,< /p>
Encourage instead of blame,
praise instead of blame,
give them sufficient spiritual food,
instill that new books are better than new clothes concept.
■
Author: Zhang Mo
Love is a small ribbon,
Mother ties it gently with wrinkles.
■
Author: Li Qiao
People come from the earth,
they are born with the nostalgia of returning to nature,
< p>And mother is the embodiment of the earth.■
Source: Bing Xin's "Stars"
Mother!
The storm in the sky is coming,
The bird hides in his nest;
The storm in the heart is coming,
I Just hide in your arms.
■
Source: Bing Xin's "The Seventh Past"
Mother!
You are the lotus leaf and I am the red lotus.
The raindrops in my heart are coming.
Besides you,
Who is my shelter under the unobstructed sky?
■Ode to Mother
Author: Zheng Guozhu
Although the mother is still poor
The love of children for their mother is never ambiguous
We just shout "Long live mother"
A deeper love surges in our hearts like a volcano
Although the mother is ordinary and useless
She is in the hearts of her children He is a real hero
Who can achieve more achievements by princes, generals and ministers?
The children can keep their mother's kindness in their hearts
Although the mother is soft-spoken
She is more important than Mount Tai in the hearts of the children
She did not have any earth-shattering achievements
But she used her mother to nurture the success of her children
(Excerpt)
■An Ordinary Life
Author: Du Jinghua Source: Mother's kindness is unforgettable
Your little feet
How many roads have you traveled?
And on your frail shoulders
you are still carrying a heavy burden
This road is long and long
It Covered with your blood, your sweat, your tears
And endless humiliation
Your brown cheek
It says You have been working hard for many years
Yet
you never seem to know what to complain about
You are always tenacious and keep walking
It is always a long road under your feet
I never asked you why you walked
You never thought of telling anyone
You are always like that Silently
Go quietly, go. ． ． ． ． ．
Your little feet,
walk a long road
with no end in sight
■Dedicated to Xianci Hymn
Author: Wen Wen
The breeze blows and the sun stirs, and the mother's kindness is endlessly expressed with deep affection
The nature of raising a daughter and caring for her child makes the tears of pregnancy and childbirth remain
Being frightened and frightened, my heart turns into a phoenix and becomes a dragon, my soul is in my dreams
The most beautiful poem by Meng Jiao is "The Spring Glows on an Inch of Grass" and "Eternal Life"
■Mother is so great
Mother Like the moon, shining on the doors and windows of my house, it is holy and kind, emitting the light of love.
For the sake of my children, I am not afraid of the dark clouds blocking me. Give me warmth and encourage me to make progress.
Mother, I love you, I love you, you are so great
Mother is like a star, shining on the doors and windows of my house, so holy and kind, emitting the light of love.
■Grateful heart
I come from accident, like a piece of dust, who can see my fragility
Where do I come from, where do I go? , who will call me at the next moment
Although the world is wide, this road is difficult to walk. I have seen all the ups and downs in this world
How much love do I still have, how many tears do I still have, I want God to know that I will not admit defeat
A grateful heart, thank you for being with me throughout my life, giving me the courage to be myself
A grateful heart, thank you for the flowers that bloom and fall I will cherish it as well
■Mother, I love you
Mother! Mother! I love you. You taught us to endure hardship and you taught us to strive for success
Childhood The scene is always in the dream. Mother's love will never be forgotten. Mother's kindness will never be forgotten
Even if it is stormy seas, even wind, frost, snow and rain
With your mother, everyone is willing to struggle. Chengdaqi
■Poem dedicated to mother