On Mother's Day, a famous poem "Mother" 1.
Shu Ting
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: Thanksgiving and Motherly Love's Celebrity Psalm 2 "Mother"
love
Mother is as humble as moss,
Solemn as the morning light,
As soft as the voice of Jiangnan,
Hard as a thousand years of cold jade,
When I raised my eyes,
She is Hao Yue:
When I looked down,
She is a vast land.
Mother's Day celebrity poem 3 "Motherly love is like a mountain"
Ai bu er yi
The mobile phone is tightly attached to the ear, and it is connected.
Mother's nagging came from the other end.
Like a naughty moon in a quiet night
Through the pockets of clouds in the sky
Scattered stars
Hang up the phone.
I'm just like her.
Miss choked her throat.
Tears are like fountains.
When I close my eyes, I always see a broad and fat figure.
Shake in a long-lost house
Calling my name over and over again
Drip from the ear to the heart
Filial piety hasn't had time to say.
Mother's ears have been worn out by years.
I want to ask the silver thread whose sideburns are ignited by wind and frost.
Can it be as dense as it was then?
Clearly see the mother under the red light of the sunset.
The back began to bend.
It's not the light of the sunset that deviates from the outline.
But mother's love piled up on her back and became a mountain.
The famous poem 4 "Great Motherly Love" on Mother's Day.
Loulis
In the morning, maternal love is bathed in sunshine.
As wide as the sea, the heart slowly unfolds.
Motherly love softens the light,
Let people be in a harmonious atmosphere.
Even if we are in a deep sleep,
Maternal love is still a trickle,
Drop by drop into my heart,
Until happiness gushes out.
Motherly love is like a circle,
There is no beginning and no end.
Motherly love always extends an invisible hand,
Touch the most unforgettable string in your heart.
We need to seize every second of the rest of our lives,
Taste great maternal love!
Mother's Day celebrity poem 5 "Mother's Love is Deep"
Geng-Zhang Wu
As a child,
Mother's cattail leaf fan,
Mosquito repellent, cooling for me;
When I grow up,
Heavy love was put into my bag again;
Married,
Motherly love is like a leaf turning to the earth. ...
Hot yellow earth,
Full of the reluctance of the elderly,
The bitterness of life,
Cast your golden character,
Your tenacity and persistence,
The strongest sound that shocks life. ...
You never give up,
Always be a child's indicator light;
The blood is flowing so fast,
The dangers you are destined to experience in your life,
Your straight spine is admirable!
Between gains and losses,
You chose to pay. ...
In a small farmhouse,
But it has the virtual cold and warm of the world;
Tonight the moon is like a hook,
My old mother,
Is it still there?
expect
The footsteps of children coming home. ...
I love this land.
Ai Qing
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...
And then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...
Mother's Day Thanksgiving Motherly Love Celebrity Poem 7 Mothers
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 Thanksgiving Motherly Love Celebrity Poem 8 Thanksgiving Parents
There is one word that is the sweetest.
There is a kind called the most beautiful.
There is one person to thank most.
There is one kind of person who should be grateful most.
She is-"Mom"
He is-"father"
My mother's hands are thick, and she gave me a gentle touch.
Dad's waist is bent, and his back is straight to me.
Mom's eyes are all spent. She gave me bright eyes.
Dad's wrinkles deepened, and he gave me beautiful youth.
Listen to mom's earnest words.
Facing dad's deep eyes
We have long been used to this kind of care and take it for granted.
I gradually forgot to be moved and forgot to say thank you.
Mother's Day Thanksgiving Motherly Love Famous Poems 9 Parents' Love
Parents' love is like a cup of strong tea, which needs us to savor carefully.
If maternal love is a ship, it carries us from adolescence to maturity;
Then fatherly love is a sea, which gives us a happy harbor.
If the mother's true feelings ignite the hope in our hearts;
Then my father's love will be our sail.
Mother's Day Thanksgiving Motherly Love Poem 10 Thanksgiving heart, always in my heart.
Leaves floating in the air,
Write a grateful movement,
That is the tree's gratitude to the earth that nourishes it;
White clouds are floating in the blue sky,
Draw those touching pictures,
That is the gratitude of Baiyun to the blue sky that nurtured it.
We grew up in the sunshine of love,
We nourish the true feelings of the world,
Thanks to our parents for giving us precious lives;
Thanks to the teacher for giving us the ability to learn;
Thanks to our friends for their sincere help;
Thanks to the school, it has given us a harmonious growth environment.
Thanks to in my heart forever.
Celebrities' Poems on Mother's Day 1 1 Mom
Mother is as humble as moss,
Solemn as the morning light,
As soft as the voice of Jiangnan,
Hard as a thousand years of cold jade,
When I raised my eyes,
She is Hao Yue:
When I looked down,
She is a vast land.
A famous poem on Mother's Day 12 expresses gratitude for mother's maternal love.
Goethe
Although I haven't said hello to you for a long time,
I didn't write to you, but don't let your heart
Doubt, as if your son should.
My deep love for you comes from my chest.
Disappear. Nothing like that stone,
Always rooted in the bottom of the water,
It will never leave its position, even if it is running water.
Sometimes with wind and waves, sometimes with soft waves through it.
It flows by, so people can't see it,
My love for you is so inseparable.
In my chest, despite the long river of life,
Sometimes I am hit by pain and roll violently.
Sometimes quietly caressed by happiness,
Coverage and blockade make it impossible.
You can't reflect around the sun.
The returning sunshine is in front of your loving mother.
Let you know how much your son respects you.
A famous poem on Mother's Day, 13, "Grateful Motherly Love", is dedicated to his mother Behene.
Heine
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!
A famous poem on Mother's Day, Thanksgiving for Motherly Love, 14, Mom.
Shu Ting
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 aging figure,
Although the morning light cuts dreams 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 my memory will disappear,
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried out to you for a thorn,
Now that I'm wearing a police uniform, 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 gift 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 rapids, not waterfalls,
It is an ancient well that can't sing among flowers and trees.
Mother's Day Thanksgiving and Motherly Love Poems 15 Paper Boat
backbone
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-Save it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still fold it every day without losing heart,
I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home.
A famous poem on Mother's Day, 16. Ah, mom.
Shu Ting
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' flowing 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 Celebrities Thanksgiving Motherly Love Poems 17 Praise 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.
Mother's Day Thanksgiving and Motherly Love Poems by Famous People 18 Mother
Messy in the wind
It's your white hair
Tears came out.
This is your old face
Slightly curved back
Farewell hand
I dare not look back.
Afraid I'll never leave again
The pace of leaving home
Always want to lean in your arms.
Relive childhood dreams
I always want to look into your eyes.
Say what Chen Jiao said.
in front of you
I am a child who will never grow up.
But I'm growing
Ignore your tears
Walk a long way.
Now I am also a mother.
Looking at the child in his arms
Grow up day by day
I just realized the greatness of maternal love.
But your sideburns
flowers blooming like a piece of brocade
Go home often.
This is all I can give you.
A little reward