Modern poetry praises maternal love 1 The snow in the north is surging.
The wind in the north is whistling and ringing.
Grow up under my mother's tight package
Mother learned to hobble with rough hands.
Miss my mother
Call mother back to her dream.
My mother said goodbye to me in tears that day.
No words, no entrustment
Just brushed my face with my old hand.
Interpret the whole life with life.
Miss my mother
Memories of childhood cabin
The cold moon has wistful eyes.
Looking at the lonely lights swaying at home.
Sleep in my mother's warm arms.
Since then, it has warmed my cold life.
Miss my mother
Think about taking a long trip in the early spring wind.
It's in my mother's bag
An underwear is worn out by a needle and a thread.
Weave the color of sunlight.
In the dim light of night
It was my mother who looked at me with a sweet smile.
Quiet night, mom.
Guard peace for me at home.
Miss my mother
I am caressed by my mother every autumn.
So I don't feel the pain I should have.
Mother is the drizzle in front of me.
Wash the worldly dust.
Mother is the river in front of me.
Waste a bumpy journey
My mother became my life.
Forever accompanying background
This is the sun during the day.
Stars at night
Years with my mother
There is no rounded feeling.
Miss my mother
I'm running in the snowfield.
Catch up with my tired mother
I screamed in the cold wind.
Interrogate the sky
Mother, have you rested?
Sleeping mother
Why do you always leave in such a hurry?
Mother is always on lonely nights.
Tame my runaway horse.
In my dream, I am still the breast-fed baby.
With my mother.
Meet at the edge of this world of yin and yang
Dear mother
Miss you forever.
I can't forget the modern poem 2 praising maternal love.
You look helpless in the ice coffin.
How I want to call your name again.
How I want to be back in your arms again.
If time could be turned back
I will cut off this long road to study.
Pour out all your regrets
Repay your kindness.
You left my world.
My world is full of you.
I miss your days.
I will pick up a fallen leaf.
Seriously write down everything I want to say to you.
Every time I open the dresser box,
Stroking the leaves carrying thousands of thoughts.
My heart is full of rain.
Tick tock tick tock ...
Tick tock tick tock ...
Condensed into one sentence:
Mom, I miss you.
Modern poetry praising maternal love 3 whether you accept it or resist it.
She started from the moment she was pregnant with you.
Infiltrate your bone marrow
Whether life is hard or rich.
As long as there is a bite to eat.
First pass it to your mouth.
Whether you travel far or live near.
She always reminds me.
Be with you forever
Whether you learn to be rich or Ding Bai.
She always uses simple language.
Teach you to be a good person
Whether you want to or not.
She is broad-minded.
Forgive your rudeness and disrespect.
Whether you complain or appreciate it.
She has no regrets.
Silently only know how to pay.
No matter how many people praise her greatness.
But it's hard to express
She is actually one in a million.
Whether it's filial piety in history or your concern.
Compared with her selflessness
It is difficult to form a proportion.
No matter what you and I used to be
from now on
Everyone should feed back an old and kind mother.
Modern poetry praises maternal love for 4 days, and blue meets heart.
Qian Caixia opened her stubborn ideas and despised power.
Mother, peace and tranquility have taken root in your heart.
Go ahead and continue to write well-off poems.
Break through the clan concept with the wisdom of love and embrace the people's smile.
Harmonious tour of northern civilization in Saibei and Henan.
Create prosperity together, sail Kyushu, and leave no regrets.
Crossing the dangerous beach, the pace of hard struggle still echoes.
There is no end.
The long century of ups and downs, the struggle between life and death.
Awaken cowardice, arouse hope
Artificial intelligence goes to the north and south of the river
Abandoned tools lament in the corner.
Marching into modernization is your choice without regrets.
Mom,
You accept the wisdom of classics and historical subsets in the long river of new history.
Vocabulary Yao xinghan
High sky and thick soil
Write heroic poems
Science and technology lead the long bridge to lie on the waves
EMU high-speed rail wakes Loulan.
Seagulls whisper and ships sail.
Sweat and laughter accompanied by romantic sailing
Immersed in a thousand years of infatuation
The tense situation supports the longing for home and country.
You lead the way.
In order to stand up again, temper red courage.
Trekking lines
Busan happiness
new period
Wheel runout
Singing and flying
mother love
For it.
Pull the shaft and adjust the string.
Modern poetry praising maternal love. You gave me life.
In the years of suffering and hunger
At that time, the river bend was very clear.
Upstream of water
A few egrets floated in.
You wash your sadness on the shore.
I'm maturing.
I like to pillow on your blue cotton-padded jacket.
Smell your pear-like fragrance.
You gave me love.
When the storm comes.
The happy lotus pond with brothers and sisters
At the water's edge
You spread the green lotus leaf.
I am your delicate red lotus
In the sky where people and birds fly low.
Like to snuggle up in your warm years
Walk through the long rainy night together.
I just want to write a song of gratitude.
Let you listen in the sky
I am the wing of your life.
Still flying on the earth
You are a lotus leaf.
I am still your delicate red lotus.
I just want to write a song that misses you.
Let you listen in the sky
You are a lotus leaf, and I am your red lotus.