Introduction: Smile is the most beautiful thing in the world, I want to put it on my mother’s face first; singing is the most beautiful sound in the world, I want the singing to fill my mother’s ears . Below are the poems about Mother's Day that I have compiled for you. You are welcome to read them. Hope it helps you.
《Mother's Day Poems》
I really want to buy a bouquet of flowers for my mother, but she is far away. My mother is not with me. I only have phone calls and text messages to bring her a blessing. It is dark now. ... the road I have traveled, I just want my mother to take step after step and miss her on this gentle rainy night. I am so tired after a busy day of work, but when I think of a person "mother", I feel a little more energetic. I was so excited that I vowed to return to my mother's city today next year and give her a beautiful bouquet of carnations. I would not walk through that unfamiliar street at night and watch others buy flowers. I stood beside him in a daze, haha. . What beautiful flowers. I miss my mother. I wish all mothers in the world a happy holiday... This is the wish of all the children in the world. The days are like walking on a windy and rainy road, with my mother at the forefront. Let some umbrellas to protect the children from the wind and rain be given to the mother, and the mother will push them to me, ah, the children under the umbrella, and the mother outside the umbrella. The rain is no longer rain, but a tree of tears of happiness sent by God to the world.
《Mother》
Mother, mother is like the sun in winter. When I encounter setbacks, she will encourage me, comfort me and warm my heart. Mother, mother is like a bright light in the dark night. When I am lost, she will guide me and illuminate me towards the light. Mother, mother is like the bright moon in the autumn night. When I am lonely and helpless, she will accompany me. , support me and give me confidence.
Mom, she works hard for me all day long, working tirelessly and without regrets. Therefore, on this annual Mother’s Day, I want to say, Thank you, Mom! I love you!
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《Love》
Perhaps time has taken away your splendor and left your hair pale, but it can never take away your kind smile? Mom, on this special day , please allow me to offer my most sincere gratitude! Happy Mother's Day. My beloved mother, I can’t finish what I want to say, I can’t finish what I want to write, everything can be said without words.
"Ah, Mother"
Your pale fingertips caress my temples, and I can't help but hold on to your clothes tightly like I did when I was a child. Ah, mother, in order to keep your disappearing figure, although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time. I still treasure that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth. Ah, mother, isn't the flow of time equally ruthless? I'm afraid that memory will also fade. How dare I open its screen easily? I once cried to you for a thorn, but now wearing a crown of thorns, I dare not, Don't dare to moan. Ah, mother, I often look up at your photos sadly, even though my call can penetrate the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep? I still dare not display the gifts of love like this, although I have written many songs, for flowers, for The sea, to the dawn. Ah, mother, my sweet and deep yearning is not a torrent, not a waterfall, but an ancient well that cannot sing among the flowers and trees.
"Mother"
Mother is a thick book, enough to read for a lifetime! The needle and thread are carefully held in hand, and the spring shirt is afraid of leaking wind and cold. Hard work makes me wish I had wings, I cut off all the green lanterns and look at my eyes with pity. People often say: It took five hundred times of looking back in my previous life to exchange for passing by in this life. I don’t know how many times it took me to look back in exchange for this affectionate mother-daughter relationship with you. Mother, you gave me life with your broad love. In the course of my life for more than 40 years, I have been interpreting you in my own unique way. Your simple and rich connotation is worthy of my life to understand and appreciate. Mother, it is your love that has accompanied me to grow. Your vicissitudes of life, how much you have gone through. Ximu Yanyu, your wrinkled face is engraved with the vicissitudes of nearly a century. Your profound eyes have read all the rain, snow, wind and frost in the world. Your calloused hands have woven many hopes. Your head full of green silk, The years have dyed her into hoarfrost. The wind blows in the old years. It is telling the passing time. Your strong steps have overcome many rough mountain ridge dreams. The overflowing fast territory is still radiating dazzling light. Read the light of your mother. How much pain and sorrow has been carried on that curved spine. Read your mother. The long years carry your dreams of life. Read your mother because her love is your strong wings.
"Gift" Poems for Mother's Day"
In your eyes, I am the buds in spring; in your eyes, I am the red flowers in summer; in your eyes, I am the solid fruits in autumn fields; in your eyes, I am the solid fruits in autumn fields; I am the warm sun in the winter sky; Oh, do you know what you are in my eyes? In my eyes, you are the strong armrest for my staggering steps, my gentle lips that talk and talk; in my eyes, you are the sky that is fascinated by the birds. Wandering in the ocean; you are all my praise for life. You are all my love for life. In your eyes, I am the most beloved baby in my life; in my eyes, you are the warmest embrace forever.
《Mother's Love》
The mountains are not as high as mother's love; the sea is not as deep as mother's love; the sky is not as vast as mother's love; the earth is not as inclusive as mother's love. ; The sun is not as warm as mother's love; the clouds are not as white as mother's love; the flowers are not as brilliant as mother's love.
《Mom》
Who puts on clothes for us when we are cold? Who cooks for us when we are hungry? And who encourages us when we fail; What makes us happy when we succeed? She is not a robot; not a computer, she is my mother. My mother is not Santa Maria, nor Jesus, nor God, but she is as gentle and kind as Santa Maya, as loving as Jesus, and as wise as God.
Ah! Mom is so great!
"Mother and Me"
Recently, my mother often sits in front of the window and wipes the glass several times a day. The crabapples outside turn green and the cherries turn red. The children are gone. She said that when she was pregnant with me, she had to smooth out the bulge in her clothes several times a day. She folded the knitted clothes flat, thinking that I was coming. She couldn't see me. I thought I would sleep well curled up. Now the tree in front of the window weaves her thoughts into the swaying leaves. She often polishes the glass until it turns green. Thinking that I will soon lift the branches, I hope I can sleep peacefully before I come. She has done so much for me. After washing so many clothes, I still hide the ball of wool in my heart, waiting for her. She always wants to look at me but can’t see me. She thinks about me so beautifully that she worries about me. It makes me worry about whether the world is so beautiful that it can let me dance and cry again< /p>
"Eternal Mother"
When you open your newborn eyes for the first time, the first thing you see is the mother's extremely holy and loving gaze and tears of joy - eyes Unblinking, staring at you carefully, your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively, but you can't express your affection. All your limbs are dancing around in panic, and you - can't help but cry loudly. After many days and nights of nurturing, you finally sit upright. After adjusting her EQ and IQ, the little body never waited, and directly shouted out the most precious first voice in life - mother. This is the most touching primitive implication. No matter how many languages ??are rhymed in the world, only this one voice is absolute. Similarly, there is no music, and no poem can be more moving than this sound. Fifty-five springs passed and autumn came, and twenty-seventy-seventy-five days of wind and rain washed away the dust of the years. What remained was this tree with well-developed roots and lush branches. The towering trees were dyed white by frost, and their hair turned into elegant blue silk. The wrinkles turned into thousands of roots. An umbilical cord that was always cut was connected by blood. It was not just the reproduction of the surname. The mother’s left shoulder carried the responsibility of filial piety, and her right shoulder carried the responsibility of nurturing. She bent down. She is the mountain on the earth, raising her head high. She is the tree under the blue sky. To the children of the mountains, she is the stream in the mountain. To the children of the big tree, she is the leaves on the tree.
"Mother"
Mother is as humble as The moss is as solemn as the morning sun, as soft as the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River, as strong as the thousand-year-old cold jade. When I raise my eyes, she is bright. When I lower my head, she is the vast earth. Your greatness condenses my flesh and blood. Your greatness shapes my soul. Your life is A voyage of love. You used beautiful growth rings to compile a calendar that exudes the fragrance of ink. Every year, I spend time in your deep love. I play on your shoulders and knees. You are a big tree, leaning against you in spring, imagining summer. I rely on you to prosper, I rely on you to mature in autumn, and I rely on you to mature in winter. I rely on you to meditate. Your tall and broad canopy makes the fields never barren. Mother, you gave me life. You are the land that nurtured me. When I am sad, you are my comfort. When I am depressed, you are my hope. You are the strength when you are weak. You take shelter from the wind and rain in your little bay. You have broadened my horizons. You are my forever best friend and the driving force of life. With love and compassion, you carefully lean over to protect you. Show off your bright mind to the fullest. Your exuberant energy and strong smile are strong. Your boiling blood flows endlessly. Let me be immersed in your joy. Let me enjoy your warmth. Let me be intoxicated in your arms. Let me nestle in your arms. There is a touch of poetry in the long clouds. There is endless love in the poem. There is deep affection in the endless love. Deep affection has deep meaning. 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 The root of my growth is my mother's ideal fruit. When I grow up, my mother's black hair is like the frost on the maple leaves, dotted with silver light. I kiss the traces of those years deeply and hold my heart to you. May the fragrant and mellow sweetness linger in your life. May my laughter like silver bells fill your eyebrows. May all my blessings rub into your heart. A green leaf is full of its friendship to its roots. An ode condenses my respect and love for you. Let the flowers in your heart bloom like clouds and let the fragrance accompany you through the long years (from "Love's Poems")