Primary school poetry reading praises maternal love.

My mother gave me a colorful world Author: Park Kangping [Korean] Every New Year, my mother always gave me a thick calendar ... Gently, I opened it neatly, and my crib was filled with 365 beautiful leaves, 365 magical dreams, 365 inner songs and 365 smiling suns. Oh, my mother gave me a colorful world crib. I found a "Snowflake" green wheat seedling with six riddles. In strict array, cactus and mailbox are arranged in the wings of kites, pigeons and dandelions. I found the enthusiasm of fireflies, the secrets of mimosa and stars, the courage of honest spinnakers, and the wind kept singing. I found the sea and monuments, the color of the red scarf, the melody of bees and violins, the lost penny, the two lines of footprints left by autumn, and my mother's smiling face. I am a naughty boy. I put a thick calendar. Separated, but I found a colorful world, which was given by my mother. Author: Mother Tianhai, you stand on a high place, silently watching us walk past your eyes with unspeakable feelings. Mother, you stand in the middle of tall plants with a serene attitude, with quiet eyes, never talking or looking at yourself. Mother, we gather sunshine in spring, sow seeds and plant our only dream in the depths of the earth. Mom, we are all your pain and the only ones left. Happiness is your greatest hope. The strange world is full of signposts supporting your love. Mom, you always stand on high, never speak, and silently look at our distant shadow mother.