Poetry 1:
It is said that tulips are in full bloom in Prince's Bay near the West Lake, magnolia flowers are in full bloom on the roadside, and babies are pushing strollers for a walk. Our festival, Women's Day, is coming. Look at those young girls wearing trendy summer clothes, which makes people miss their youth. Thirty years of reform and opening up have brought us a myriad of weather. The Internet has helped us to enjoy the resources. In the past, every year in March and August, we all looked forward to eating, and our sisters talked about everything.
Poetry 2:
Good night, mom. Don't wake me up. I want to sleep quietly in your arms. I am your child. I don't think you did that on purpose. The autumn moon looks so round that the children are snuggling up to you. Maybe we can't feel your fatigue. Don't you allow me to love you anymore? Aren't you going to say something? Won't you allow me to love you again?
Everyone laughed at me and said that your mother was really ugly because I bumped my head with someone else's children on my way home. Although sometimes you seem too cold, I really like snuggling in your arms.
Poetry 3:
Silent mother, why do you never get angry? When others can't accept it, why do you never look up? You can't hold your fist with one hand. How many years of wind and rain have been endured silently, how many years of hard work have passed, and how many years of bitterness have you tasted? I really want to smooth the wrinkles on your face and erase the pain in your heart.
I want you to know that without you, there would be no me. I want you to know that you are the strongest and silent mother in my heart. During the day, we struggle together, and at night, we spend it together. Silent mother, I will always protect you, silent mother, we have walked through the storm together.