Beautiful modern poems praising mother.

Chapter 1: Mother

Ting Liu

Never said love to me

You don't know many meanings of this word.

What you're saying is.

Cereals, cattle, sheep and weeds

It's food, shoes and letters

You love them.

they

Love me.

All the time is full.

Like cut wheat.

I came to this city.

Take it with you every morning to night.

Don't feel heavy

I don't miss my hometown either.

How much I want to.

The light that shines on me shines on you.

No, it should be.

How much I want to.

I can shine by myself.

For weaker dust

Mom, if everything you give me,

I can give it back to the world

The world can be named after love.

Love is not a shame.

It's thirst

Just like I wanted to drink your milk at first.

Ok, let's fall in love.

Before the sun rises

Let the mother and son hug.

Grain and land maturity

Let a generation

Love another generation

Chapter 2: Mom

Yin Lichuan

When I was thirteen, I asked

Why are you alive? Watching you go to college

I went to college, mom.

Why are you alive? Your eyes are still open.

We haven't spoken for a long time. A woman

How could it be another woman?

My mother. Have similar bodies.

Should I do what you didn't do, mom?

You were so beautiful before you gave birth to me.

Since I met you, you are no longer at ease.

For another woman.

Is it worthwhile for you to do so?

You have become an empty old lady.

An abandoned fan. What can you prove?

You gave birth to me, mom.

When I caught a glimpse on my way home

The back of an old woman carrying a vegetable basket.

Mom, who else is stranger than you?

Rule number three: I have you all the way.

I have my own life.

Have you all the way.

I have happiness.

Have you all the way.

I have a street lamp on the road.

Have you all the way.

There are only rainbows on the horizon.

……

You are like a big hand.

Hold up the sky of love

You are like a beam of sunshine.

Light up my future

You are like an umbrella.

Help me stop the sad rain.

You are like a leaf.

Let me gallop

Have you all the way.

I have a magic weapon

Have you all the way.

I became the most powerful person in the world. ...

Article 4: Dedicated to Mom.

I don't seem to love her very much

Too weak shoulders

Can't support my sun

heavy

I often sigh.

For her

After my father left.

An indelible psychological trauma

Mother's hair was dyed black.

Beautiful eyes

Covered up the silent chaos.

She never complains.

I grew up in my youth.

Never endure

For my ignorant mistake

She is getting old.

Still faint and speechless.

An occasional smile

As naive as a child

Those vicissitudes washed away by life

Become pure in her heart

Or not.

Or forget

Chapter 5: Mom's Hand

Purple leaves

I hold these hands.

These hands are like old bark.

This pair is full of wrinkles and dark red.

Thick knuckles

Hands covered with age spots

A slowed hand is still idle.

It is because I have turned over the dust of the yellow land for too many years.

weary

Or eat too much lasagna

Or walk around the dining table all your life.

Burn so much firewood, smoke it

Once upon a time, these were jade-like hands.

My favorite handshake.

Those days in a foreign land

Mother holds the yellow land in her left hand.

Hold me in your right hand.

Measure the distance between me and her bit by bit.

Those sentences that are pressing on my heart cover my mouth.

Just some simple pleasantries

Mom, your hand.

This is the Tathagata's hand

No matter how the monkey jumps.

Can't escape from the palm of your hand

Mom smiled.

More than ten years.

The first time I saw my mother's happy smile.

Chapter 6: To Mother

Tan Xiao

When I came into this world

I'm sure I didn't open my eyes once

What kind of eyes do you use?

Look at me.

I didn't see it.

When I open my mouth,

Cry for milk

Are you in a hurry?

Feed me milk quickly.

I don't remember

But I think it will.

Day after day

I'm growing up.

You watched me go from a baby

Became a child

Became a teenager again.

Until today.

That's for sure.

I will never forget it.

The most frequently mentioned

About you.

guess

What is this?

Simple, simple can't be simpler.

Precisely

Mom ... mom ... mom ...

Now is not only the time for me to be wronged.

Even now.

I'll talk to you, too

On many things that have nothing to do with it.

Suddenly shouted a few times.

Oh, my God. ...

One thing or another about you.

In fact, if you calm down,

Think carefully

What should I do with you?

It really doesn't matter at all.

There really isn't.