Modern poetry praises mother's day 1 1 dedicated to mother.
I'm used to strutting around,
My temperament is also a bit stubborn;
Even if the king and I face each other,
I won't lower my eyes.
But, mom, I want to be honest with you:
Although my self-esteem is very strong,
Once I come to your happy and kind side,
Often feel inferior and cringe.
You have a noble spirit that permeates everything,
Radiant, direct to the sun, the moon and the stars,
Is this spirit secretly conquered me?
Recalling the past really makes me sad.
I did a lot of wrong things and broke your heart.
Good love for my loving mother!
2. mom, mom
Your silvery hair, rickety body and lonely figure
You are old.
You associate with neighboring villages.
At the age of 80, he still draws water and cooks himself.
You are still attached to my childhood home.
Hometown of dreams
You have raised our four children all your life.
Four children are the pride of your life.
The pigeons you let go are the concern of your life.
Hope for survival
Every time I mention this to someone,
Zhang Shanliang's face is always full of smiles.
mother
I have been through a lot.
A long-suffering mother
How can a blunt pen write thousands of words?
I'm in love.
3. ode to mother
Mom, can you use the hands of dead tree skin?
Brush off the frost that has turned gray on your temples? I know
The bow of the red ribbon bleached the black hair in my memory.
Long time no see. Mother, as if nothing had happened.
Or wriggle a loose tooth gently?
It's neither too tight nor too slow. Laugh in tears
Sing some songs that are still fresh in my childhood.
Memory is the snake of missing. Draw a word
Winding forward, my bitter ink in this life.
Mom, are you still willing to use this cracked tongue core?
Lick my arrogant poison. I am in front of you.
Always a child who doesn't grow up.
So there is a vague topic called maternal love.
It is undoubtedly the stupidest injury to a wanderer.
Mom, you are old. You used to be as famous as chrysanthemums.
The edge of the white porcelain bottle has your residual medicine fragrance.
Plain silk was very popular in the old days. manage
Brushed the heart of love, but still
I can't hide your crazy concern.
The autumn wind has started. Even in the shadow of loneliness, mom
Don't catch cold either. No matter when and where
Sunset depends on a crutch called a child.
And you, on fertile soil.
Seeds covered with vegetation are sprouting and growing.
And I, at the moment. I just want to hear your call.
My real name. In a trance, mother
I seem to be back in the yard, next to the well where I drew water as a child.
4. "Mother's Day Songs"
In childhood
Motherly love is the cradle.
Mother hummed nursery rhymes.
Shake it, shake it.
I rocked to Waipo Bridge.
When I grow up
Maternal love is a bowl.
Hot egg noodles
And a new cotton-padded coat.
There is heat in my heart
Body warmth
afterwards
Motherly love is just some trivial nagging.
There are thousands of instructions before leaving.
Son, it's good to be at home. It's always difficult to go out.
It's not good to be outside. I miss home.
Just come back early.
Now
Motherly love is the telephone in your hand.
There are also long telephone lines that are pulled.
Home phone number
Wanderers dial their hearts every night.
5. "To Mother"
When I was born,
I was greeted by my mother's tearful smile.
When I cry
What moved me was my mother's gentle little hand.
When I was a toddler
With mom's encouraging eyes.
When I grow up,
What protects me is my mother's meticulous care.
When I travel far away
What worries me is my mother's eternal love.
6. "Mother's Care"
Mother's concern is the spring breeze.
Send it to children traveling far away.
mercy
Mother's concern is a cloud in summer.
Pass it on to children traveling far away.
cool
Mother's concern is the mud in autumn.
No matter how far a child floats like a leaf.
Nostalgia remains strong.
Mother's concern is the fire of winter.
Although the weather is very cold everywhere, it is very cold.
But my heart feels very warm, very warm.
7. To Mother's Day
When I was a child, I was a newly unearthed seedling.
Mother is a tall buttonwood tree.
She was strong and upright then,
Lush,
Give me a green one.
Even in the hot summer, I am cool and happy.
Peace of mind.
Whenever there is a storm,
She sheltered me from the wind and rain with thick branches and leaves.
In the severe winter, she would rather be cold.
Let the cold wind blow, let the dense leaves cover the phoenix tree;
She shivered in the cold night.
Day after day, year after year,
She watched the little phoenix tree grow up with kind eyes
She smiled happily and shook off the dew.
Under her care, the small phoenix tree is healthy and strong, and there is no joy or worry.
One day,
Many branches and leaves suddenly fell on the small phoenix tree.
The branches and leaves are yellow, and there are crystal tears hanging on the leaves.
Small raised his head,
In the past years, the phoenix tree has become old and gloomy.
The branches are wrinkled and the skin is rough.
Naturally, she has now become an old tree with solitary leaves.
At this time, Xiao's heart of pain arises spontaneously.
She said to Wu Tong: I will be as tall and straight as you in the future.
I will stay with you all my life and accompany you to the end of my life.
Modern Poetry in Praise of Mother's Day 2 "Ode to Mother"
In my heart,
One place is unfathomable,
It never asked,
You are the fire of hope,
Light up my future, give me hope,
Every dark night,
I care about you,
Every cold night,
You give me endless warmth,
It began to rain,
Every drop of rain is telling.
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's Day first-grade poetry recital II
Mother's poem
Mom is a heavy book, enough to read for a lifetime!
Pull the needle and thread carefully,
Spring shirts are still afraid of leaking cold.
Hard work, hate not having wings,
Cut off all the blue light and look pathetic.
People often say: 500 times in previous lives.
Only for the passing of this life.
I don't know how many times I have saved my memory.
In exchange for being in love with your mother and daughter
Mother, you gave me life with great love.
In more than forty years of life,
I have been reading you in my own unique way.
Your simple and rich connotation
It is worth my life to understand and appreciate.
Mom, it is your love that keeps me growing up.
Your vicissitudes of life, how many dusk misty rain you have experienced.
Your wrinkled face is engraved with the vicissitudes of nearly a century.
Your deep eyes have read all the rain, snow, wind and frost on earth.
How much hope did those calloused hands weave?
That full head of hair, years have dyed her frost.
The wind blows the old year, telling the lost time.
How many bumpy mountains and ridges have you climbed with strong steps?
Dream, the overflowing map, still radiates dazzling light.
Reading mom, bend your back.
How much pain and sorrow have you suffered?
Reading mother, a long time.
Carrying the dream of your life
Reading mother because of kindness
-It's your strong wings.
Mother's Day first-grade poetry recitation 3
Mother is like a lamp in the dark,
When I got lost,
She will guide me and light me up,
Towards the light,
Mom,
Mother is like the bright moon on an autumn night.
When I'm lonely and helpless,
She will accompany me and support me,
Give me confidence.
Mom,
She's been busy for me,
Take great pains,
No regrets,
So, on this annual Mother's Day,
I have to say,
Mom, thank you! I love you!
Praise Mother's Day Modern Poetry 3 Thanksgiving Mother's Day
Cai Wenyun Zhinan
Mom!
I saw some silver threads in your bun.
This is proof of your hard work in raising me.
I deeply appreciate your love for me.
So I want to be your dutiful son,
But how can the real problems in life make everything go smoothly?
Please be more understanding and tolerant.
After all, I can't do anything perfect.
Because I think there are no perfect people and things in the world,
In that case, I have to try my best to honor you.
First of all, we should step into old age healthily and happily.
Then I will be proud and proud to have a mother like you.
Because you gave me life and raised me,
Teach me filial piety and educate me to be self-reliant.
Many of your traditional maternal virtues can't be learned in class.
I learn from you.
What I can't learn from you is,
I can only find it in books and social life.
Mom!
I am your son. draw
I can't bear to make you suffer,
I can't bear to make you sad.
But there are always some disappointments in life.
Although I can't stand up, I have a clear conscience.
I think having a filial son is your greatest happiness.
Whether I am rich or poor.
You can enjoy your great maternal love,
I'm already very happy.
So I want to thank you,
Thank you for your selfless love.
Reward you with an honest and kind heart,
Dear mom.
Today is Mother's Day,
I wish you happiness and health.
I will always be your son,
You will always be my good mother.