I love you, mom.
I love you, mom.
... I want you to know why
As your daughter, I am very proud.
You are an extraordinary woman.
Who has accomplished so much?
Strong woman
In a man's world.
You are strong but soft.
You are strong but caring.
You are strong, but compassionate.
You are an extraordinary woman.
Who has accomplished so much?
Give a woman.
In a selfish world
You give it to your friends.
You give it to your family.
You give everyone
You are an extraordinary woman.
She is also an outstanding mother.
You are loved by so many people.
Whose life have you touched, especially me?
The overall concept of China people
I love you, mom,
I want you to know why I am proud to be your daughter!
You are an extraordinary woman;
As a strong woman,
Many achievements have been made in the men's world.
You are strong but gentle,
You are strong but full of love,
You are strong but compassionate;
You are an extraordinary woman: in such a selfish world,
You gave a lot to others.
You help your friends, family and everyone;
You are an extraordinary woman,
She is also an extraordinary mother.
You are loved by many people (especially me).
You have influenced their lives.
A famous English poem for my mother, mom, I hope. ...
I want a hug that I'll never get,
I hope there are no regrets.
I hope to get advice that I will never hear,
I hope you have strength when you are afraid.
I bless you all the time,
When I cry, I want a tissue.
I hope all this, even more,
Whenever I fall, I hope you have courage.
I hope you are the person I know best,
I hope I won't forget you.
Three famous English poems written to mother.
In front of two portraits of mothers
I love this beautiful young girl.
The portrait of my mother was painted many years ago.
When her forehead is white, no.
Shadows in the dazzling Venetian glass
Her gaze. But another similarity shows that
The deep groove on her forehead? It is white.
Marble. Rose poems of her youth.
Her marriage is still far away. this is
My sadness: I compare these portraits, one
A happy, radiant forehead, and another caring-
Heavy: sunrise? Here comes the thick one.
At night. However, how strange my way seems,
Because when I look at these faded lips, my heart
Smile, but at the smiling girl, my tears began.
? Emile Nelligan (1879- 194 1)
I like the portrait of this beautiful girl,
She is my mother. She drew it many years ago.
At that time, her forehead was white and flawless
As bright as Venice glass, there is no shadow in her eyes.
But another portrait shows that her forehead is covered with deep wrinkles, as smooth as white marble.
The rose poem of her girlhood.
I sang it at her wedding, but now it's gone.
At this time, my heart was sad: compare these two portraits.
One looks cheerful, the other looks preoccupied.
A painting is like a sunrise.
The other is like a gloomy night coming.
However, my reaction was unusual.
Because when I look at her tarnished lips,
My heart smiled, but I looked at the smiling girl.
My tears actually started to flow out.
? Imiri? Nelligan (1879- 194 1)