1, maternal love
My first song when I was born.
Is the most sincere thanks to you.
Thank you for giving me:
A gift with yellow skin
The embellishment of black hair
And a happy and sweet family.
My lips twitched.
Suck your milk countless times.
Also sucking the light of goodness and beauty.
The way you bend over.
This is selfless care.
Pass on the warmth and perseverance to me.
I am bathed in your eyes.
Listen to the voice of love
Feel the loud call
Spring flowers, autumn moon and winter snow in Xia Feng
How many warm days are there?
Motherly love gives me rich nutrition.
Full of maternal love and gratitude
I open the doors and windows of my heart.
Let the colorful world in.
All the sunny places
I'm realizing my dream.
Beating my lines.
The moment of looking back
Time dyed your hair white.
Wrinkles are all over your cheeks.
Years are peeling off, leaving only a vicissitudes of life.
Walk into the depths of vicissitudes of life
You are still singing and laughing.
Singing the Bible is a deep breath in your heart.
There is your picturesque expression in the hearty laughter.
We grow in time.
Mother will grow old slowly.
Now, let us take care of you.
Just like you took care of us before.
This is a role exchange.
This is due to family relations.
This is also the cycle of love.
Loving you deeply is not white love.
2. Ode to Mother
In my heart,
One place is unfathomable,
It never asked,
You are the fire of hope,
Light up my future, give me hope,
Every dark night,
I care about you,
Every cold night,
You give me endless warmth,
It began to rain,
Every drop of rain is telling.
Your pale fingertips touch my temple.
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt
Ah, mom.
In order to keep your fading figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke.
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf.
Afraid that cleaning will make it
Lose your unique warmth
Ah, mom.
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.
I dare not moan.
Ah, mom.
I often look up at your photos sadly.
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.
Although I have written many songs.
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom.
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
Not a torrent, not a waterfall.
It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
Step 3: mom, mom
Your silvery hair, rickety body and lonely figure
You are old.
You associate with neighboring villages.
At the age of 80, he still draws water and cooks himself.
You are still attached to my childhood home.
Hometown of dreams
You have raised our four children all your life.
Four children are the pride of your life.
The pigeons you let go are the concern of your life.
Hope for survival
Every time I mention this to someone,
Zhang Shanliang's face is always full of smiles.
mother
I have been through a lot.
A long-suffering mother
How can a blunt pen write thousands of words?
I'm in love.
4. ode to mother
-This document is for all mothers in the world, rich or poor.
Mom, can you use the hands of dead tree skin?
Brush off the frost that has turned gray on your temples? I know
The bow of the red ribbon bleached the black hair in my memory.
Long time no see. Mother, as if nothing had happened.
Or wriggle a loose tooth gently?
It's neither too tight nor too slow. Laugh in tears
Sing some songs that are still fresh in my childhood.
Memory is the snake of missing. Draw a word
Winding forward, my bitter ink in this life.
Mom, are you still willing to use this cracked tongue core?
Lick my arrogant poison. I am in front of you.
Always a child who doesn't grow up.
So there is a vague topic called maternal love.
It is undoubtedly the stupidest injury to a wanderer.
Mom, you are old. You used to be as famous as chrysanthemums.
The edge of the white porcelain bottle has your residual medicine fragrance.
Plain silk was very popular in the old days. manage
Brushed the heart of love, but still
I can't hide your crazy concern.
The autumn wind has started. Even in the shadow of loneliness, mom
Don't catch cold either. No matter when and where
Sunset depends on a crutch called a child.
And you, on fertile soil.
Seeds covered with vegetation are sprouting and growing.
And I, at the moment. I just want to hear your call.
My real name. In a trance, mother
I seem to be back in the yard, next to the well where I drew water as a child.
5. "Mother's Day Songs"
In childhood
Motherly love is the cradle.
Mother hummed nursery rhymes.
Shake it, shake it.
I rocked to Waipo Bridge.
When I grow up
Maternal love is a bowl.
Hot egg noodles
And a new cotton-padded coat.
There is heat in my heart
Body warmth
afterwards
Motherly love is just some trivial nagging.
There are thousands of instructions before leaving.
Son, it's good to be at home. It's always difficult to go out.
It's not good to be outside. I miss home.
Just come back early.
Now
Motherly love is the telephone in your hand.
There are also long telephone lines that are pulled.
Home phone number
Wanderers dial their hearts every night.
6. "Meeting you"
There was no me before you.
I have nothing but a wandering ghost.
Drifting in the dark with a lonely shadow.
Find your own home.
Looking for a body that belongs to the soul
I don't know if it has been tempered for thousands of years.
Finally get the reincarnation of this life
I am lucky after all.
I saw the mountains in Changning.
That gentle hill.
I saw a tributary of Xiangjiang River.
That clear river.
See your kindness.
Pray for the arrival of new life.
therefore
My heart softened and moved.
Decided to give up wandering and become a Buddha.
Just want to be the baby in your belly
Waiting at your knees all your life.
At that familiar midnight
I gave up all my exercises and ran to you bravely.
Run to the reincarnation of my new life
Even though I know that I will be tempered by the devil in a few years.
I have no regrets.
Run to your point of no return
I just took a sip of bitter Mengpo soup.
With a little remnant of ghosts and ghosts, it is perfectly combined with new life.
From the moment the umbilical cord was cut.
I decided in my last life.
My character is destined to be twofold.
With a natural melancholy
There are always tears in my smile.
I am deeply grateful to my great mother for taking me in.
Thank you for touching my bulging belly and calling my name.
You gave me life and gave me rebirth.
Let me stop wandering and stay away from loneliness
I hope next season's reincarnation
We can meet again.
And I will still bravely choose to stay.
the difference is
I gulped down the bowl of bitter Meng Po soup.
I will never let you see this slightly melancholy me again in my life.
You said you didn't like to see me sad.
Then I smiled today-123 eggplant.
Dear mother
I love you
Happy birthday to you.
Thank you for everything.
Next life, next life
I want to be your good daughter.
7.goddess of life
Motherly love,
The goddess who gave birth to new human beings;
Motherly love,
A teacher who educates human beings.
How great she is,
How pure she is;
She's so mysterious,
So clear.
So, smart you,
You know,
Who does great maternal love come from?
You must know-
That's mom!
We all have mothers,
Otherwise, you won't be born.
Let me ask you something:
What is maternal love?
What? You don't know?
Let me tell you something-
Mother's love is sunshine,
It always shines on our budding hearts;
Motherly love is spring water,
It always moistens our thirsty seedlings;
Motherly love is soil,
It always gives us plenty of nutrition;
Motherly love is the sky,
It always watches us fly far away;
Motherly love is an umbrella,
It always takes our place in the rainstorm;
Motherly love is a delicious food,
It always helps us fill our stomachs.
Motherly love is ...
There are too many forms of maternal love,
It's hard to say,
It's everywhere.
So should we repay mom?
For example:
Good grades, hard work at housework,
Sweet words of comfort,
A greeting card made with heart.
Oh! Good mother!
You don't have to worry,
Daughter has grown up!
8. Ah, Mom
Ah, mom!
Why are you so angry,
Make the world hazy?
Ah, mom!
Why are you crying,
Drowning everything?
As your son,
I love you deeply.
My mother!
When night falls,
You fall asleep.
My mother!
You fell asleep.
Do you know how many disgusting bugs there are?
Climb slowly towards you,
They use all kinds of means.
Trying to eat you.
Ah, mom! My helpless mother!
You finally woke up.
You put your long-sleeping body
Exciting shaking.
Shocking the waters of the Pacific Ocean,
Shake out a strong you.
Ah, mom! My great mother!
After you get rid of all the bugs,
You are just immersed in charitable maternal love.
Love you, your dear sons.
But why do you sigh today,
Why are you crying?
Ah! My sad mother!
9. "Your sweet smile"
Mom, for a long time
I just want to write a poem for you.
But I wrote it many times.
I haven't written it yet
Mom, I wrote this poem for you.
I don't know how to start.
I don't know how to end it.
I don't know what to write.
It's like slapping you hard when you were a child.
I don't know whether to accept it bravely.
Or should I choose to escape?
The moon bends over the branches.
As if it were your sweet smile.
Maybe, while I was sleeping.
Have you seen it?
Spring and February are like wild children.
Fly when you say it.
You've been sitting.
It's hard to persuade her to come back.
Mom, remember what you said?
Don't think about how to save the past.
We should try to forget. ...
10, "Mom, where are you?"
When I was a child, I always thought
Mom is a strange person.
I like food.
She doesn't even eat.
I can't finish it.
She ate them all.
at present
I put the best food in the world
They are all here.
Mom, where are you?
You come to eat
Years pinch wrinkles on a smooth face.
With the angular mountain in your heart.
To a quiet lake.
Even if I support my mother.
A monument that refuses to be touched.
Slowly soften into nectar
Give the child a drop.
The immature child glanced back at his mother.
The brilliance of maternal love will be transformed into the nutrient of happiness.
Give your mother-in-law a drop.
Strangeness and embarrassment become a little sincere warmth and dependence.
Gentle nature is passed down in tolerance.
A drop to find a relative.
If friendship can turn yearning and suffocation into liberation
Filial piety can be attached to the care of generations.
A drop for my lover
When the years are as light as water, they still leave a trace of touch and trust.
I have been trying to repeat my determination to get old.
Give a drop to your brother.
Watch my sister-in-law respectfully prepare tribute and paper money for you every year. I feel the sacredness of generosity and harmony.
Drop by drop to my father.
Listen, he will eventually remember many benefits of you and your relatives.
I think you always make peace with him again and again.
Drop by drop to the world.
I remember you took me to the river to wash clothes for fun because you were afraid that I would be stupid in reading. The beauty of the world comes to me with the spring breeze.
Give everyone a drop.
Remember that your stubbornness is really due to your efforts and efforts.
I think I can avoid a lot of unhappy and beautiful life.