Mother's Day is a holiday to thank mothers. This holiday first appeared in ancient Greece; while modern Mother's Day originated in the United States and is celebrated on the second Sunday of May each year. Mothers usually receive gifts on this day, and carnations are often given to mothers as gifts.
Carnations are regarded as flowers dedicated to mothers, and the mother flower in China is Hemerocallis, also known as forget-me-not. Mother's Day only entered the mainland after it became popular in Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan. Precious jewelry, carnations symbolizing maternal love, special love desserts, exquisite handmade greeting cards, etc., have become gifts for people to express their love to their mothers.
Poetry in praise of mother:
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You are the angel in my heart,
In the future, I will not only let you protect me, /p>
I will also protect you. ?
Maybe others will think it is exaggerated,
but not to me.
Faced with these meager words,
I can never express one third of your love for me.
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Mother, dear mother,
What I admire most is your "who says women are inferior to men" style.
Your eighteen-year-old youth flows intertwined with the weak water river,
nourish and multiply the Ejina desert oasis with the source of life,
give wildfire an inexhaustible The shape is to guard the western forward position.
Vivid and vivid images are emerging and running in the long river of history——
Opening up wasteland, building canals, building dams, sowing, watering, and harvesting?
Look at the golden ears of wheat that are still hung with drops of your hard work;
Look at the fiery red tamarisk flowers blooming with your accumulated enthusiasm;
Look at the washing The glorious Populus euphratica will always remain in your presence of selfless dedication throughout your life!
Mother, dear mother,
I am most grateful for the care you have given to your five children. Poems about gratitude to mothers. Poems about gratitude to mothers.
In that remote mountain village where you were fed, heated and illuminated by candlelight,
You, who were ignorant, took part in labor despite the severe cold after giving birth,
Work the second shift to take care of countless trivial housework.
Four-season noodles and steamed buns are rich foods that strengthen our muscles and bones.
Eighteen years of pounding clothes are the armor that solidifies us on our journey of thousands of miles.
A home with chickens and pigs, gourds and flowers blooming is your grand blueprint!
Now your children are dedicating themselves to the construction of a new socialist countryside.
But you, with your endless love, have not forgotten to warm the land under your feet!
③
You have broadened my horizons
You are my forever best friend and the driving force of life
You carefully and lovingly Bend over to protect
You show your bright mind
Your energetic smile is strong
Your boiling blood flows endlessly
Let me immerse myself in your joy
Let me enjoy your warmth
Let me be intoxicated in your arms
Let me snuggle in In your arms
If mother is the rain, then I will be the rainbow after the rain
If mother is the moon, then I will be the star holding the moon
Mother is me Growing roots
I am my mother’s ideal fruit
When I grow up, my mother’s black hair is like the leaves on maple leaves
The frost is dotted with silver. Light
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There is a love no matter where you are
You can feel its warmth
There is a love no matter where you are No matter what the danger is
I can feel her heartbeat
You are happy and she is happy.
You are sad and she is crying.
Only her
Never need to be treasured
But never forgotten.
Your pale fingertips are caressing my temples
I can’t help but hold on to your clothes tightly like I did when I was a child
p>Oh, mother
To keep your disappearing figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke wisps
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time Open your eyes
I still treasure that bright red scarf
I am afraid that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth
⑤ ?
Oh, mother
The passage of time is also ruthless
I am afraid that the memory will fade in the same way
How dare I open it so easily? Its screen
For a thorn I once cried to you
Now wearing a crown of thorns, I dare not
Not even a moan
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Oh, mother
I often look up at your photos sadly
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep?
I don’t dare to display the sacrifices of love like this
Although I have written many songs
To the flowers, to the sea, to the dawn
Oh, mother
My sweet and deep yearning
It is not a torrent, not a waterfall
It is a dry well hidden by flowers and trees that cannot sing.
You are a comfort when I am sad
You are a hope when I am depressed
You are a strength when I am weak
When I am little Taking shelter from the wind and rain in the bay
⑥?
"Mother in the Wind and Rain"
The days are like walking on a road with frequent wind and rain
Mother At the front
Let some umbrellas to protect the children from the wind and rain be given to the mother
The mother pushed them to me again
Ah, the mother under the umbrella
Rain is no longer rain
It is a tear of happiness sent by God to the world
⑦
Mother
Author: Shu Ting
Your pale fingertips are caressing my temples
I can’t help but hold on to your clothes tightly like I did when I was a child
Oh, mother
In order to keep your disappearing figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke wisps
I still dare not for a long time Open your eyes
I still treasure that bright red scarf
I am afraid that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth
Oh, mother
Isn’t the passage of time equally ruthless
I’m afraid that memory will also fade away
How dare I open its screen so easily
< p>I once cried to you for a thornNow with the crown of thorns, I dare not
Not a single moan
Oh, mother
I often look up at your photos sadly
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep
I I don’t dare to display the sacrifices of love like this
Although I have written many songs
To the flowers, to the sea, to the dawn
Oh, mother
p>My sweet and deep yearning
It is not a torrent, not a waterfall
It is a dry well hidden by flowers and trees that cannot sing
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The Wandering Son Yin?
Meng Jiao, Tang Dynasty
The thread in the hands of the loving mother,
The wandering boy's clothes.
Before leaving, there is a tight gap,
I fear that I will return later.
Whoever says nothing about grass will reap three rays of spring.
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I really want to rub your back
I really want to rub your shoulders
Because of mother< /p>
Although I have nothing to repay you
But I still remember the wish I made to you when I was a child
When you are old The day I die
I will stand by your side
I will rub your back and shoulders
Quotations about mothers:
I wish you a long life and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan. ——Su Shi
There is a book in the world that can never be finished, and that is mother. ——Xiao Fuxing
The love between mother and child is the most sacred emotion in the world. ——Alexander Dumas
Mother! You are the lotus leaf and I am the red lotus. When the raindrops in my heart come, who else but you is my green shade under the unobstructed sky. ——Bing Xin
What is more sacred than the emotions contained in the hearts of parents? The hearts of parents are the most merciful judge, the most considerate friend, and the sun of love. Its flame shines and warms the intentions condensed deep in our hearts. ——Marx
The heart of a loving mother is intertwined with the baby as early as pregnancy. ——Dickens
In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are an opportunity for their ideal self to come back again. ——Fei Xiaotong
The child's body is about to be born, and the mother's body is like being in prison. ——Xu Xi
Maternal love is the greatest power in the world. Without the help of selfless, self-sacrificing maternal love, the child's soul will be a desert.
——Gorky
Who said there is no less in life? The water flowing in front of the door can still reach the west, so don't sing the yellow chicken with white hair. ——Su Shi
If you are not beautiful when you are 17, you can blame your mother for not inheriting good looks; but if you are still not beautiful at 30, you can only blame yourself, because in such a long time, you Nothing new is injected into life. ——Marie Curie
When I arrived, my parents knew that they were going to die, so they wore heavy clothes as if they were going to die. ——Wang Jian
The kindness of parents cannot be drowned in water or extinguished by fire. ——Ma Li
Mothers not only belong to the family, but also to the world. I have tasted the pain of being a mother, but I do not have the freedom of being a mother. ——Tagore
The south wind blows his heart, shaking it for whom? A loving mother leans on her door with love, but a wanderer's journey is painful. ——Wang Mian
Muttered teaching words and brushed the sweaters one by one. ——Bai Juyi
Don’t be happy if you have children, but don’t lament if you don’t have children. ——Han Yu
A mother’s heart is the classroom for her children.
——Beecher