Oh, my illiterate mother.
Author: light yellow and warm
All the days of pain and helplessness
Say goodbye to us in a distant place.
Nobody wants to open that thick window.
No one wants to recall the ground covered with dirty water.
Ah, illiterate mother
You use lotus leaf-like love
Take out your only fragrance.
Only for children.
A mother who can't read all her life.
You use the bitter sweat on your forehead
In exchange for the vast sea of children.
I wish we would stop looking at that sad land.
It is warm to water a happy home with love.
The world is perfect with your sweat.
These 23 words have been with me for 23 years.
I think I will understand its connotation in the future.
Countless times when I left school.
At the door, by the long road.
This is your sincere words.
Wandering in a foreign land, I have a lot of thoughts.
Modern poems praising mother II
A "Wandering Sons" tells the greatness and selflessness of maternal love for thousands of years. Our life is given by our mother, and maternal love will always flow in our blood and will never be erased. Even if we live the most plain life, maternal love permeates the dribs and drabs of life, and sometimes maternal love is ignored or even complained. But the mother still cares about her children. Understanding maternal love is a mature performance, because it shows that we have bid farewell to the naivety of pure courtship and can find the most ordinary and greatest love from our daily life. Maybe only in this way can we really love our mother.
Mom.
The wind and rain in the sky are coming.
The bird hid in his nest.
The storm in my heart is coming.
I only hide in your arms.
You are a red candle.
I am a dark hut.
You burn silently
Release light
Illuminate me
You are a clear spring.
I am a green seedling.
You walked into my heart.
Fill me with sweet spring water.
Moisten me
You are the sun in the morning.
I am a newly sprouted grass.
Your soft light shines on me
Makes me full of energy.
You warmed me up.
You are the blue sea.
I'm a little skeptical.
You have a broad mind and strong arms.
I nestled in your arms with peace of mind.
You take good care of me.
You are my mentor and friend.
Taught me countless knowledge and the truth of being a man.
Come into my world
learn about me
I speak.
How many times have you put up with me?
Encourage me
So I have
Golden house, cash cow, golden key of knowledge.
And take a step back and broaden your horizons?
Modern Poetry in Praise of Mother 3
Flowers bloom in May.
The long summer wind is spreading the flowers to the fullest.
The world is quietly waiting for beautiful carnations here.
My mother is watching my sad heart on the horizon at the moment.
Because of my mother's ardent expectations.
No matter how hard and desolate the road ahead is.
The heart is full of the power of maternal love.
I will still bloom my dream on the muddy road.
When I first burst into tears in my mother's warm arms
Mom's smiling eyes are the softest light in my life.
At this moment, crying at night is just a moment of confusion.
When the sun rises tomorrow, the smile on my face is still bright.
My mother has suffered all her life.
Just to let her hope fly into the blue sky.
The future of children has always been a mother's best hope.
But when all the children get what they want.
Dear mother is alone above the clouds.
It's my mother, my dear mother
You want to look after the children who are distributed in all directions better.
It also turned into a cloud, condensing the attachment to children into the nourishment of rain and dew.
What love in the world can surpass the bright light of maternal love?
Love: What love in this world is deeper than maternal love?
I love my mother, and I am grateful to my mother.
To this end, I will not live up to my mother's wholehearted concern and training.
I want my mother in heaven to smile happily because of my strength.
At this time, I am also the mother of a child.
I love my children, and I am moved by the happiness they bring me.
So, no matter how ferocious face life shows me.
Therefore, no matter what kind of scars there are, the fierceness of life will be engraved on my heart.
I will still be happy as always.
The children need my care and support.
I can't let a child's tender heart bear the weight of life.
Strive for progress, strive for kindness, treat people with kindness and fragrance.
Walking on the road of life has always been the truest sincerity in my life.
For this reason, I believe in the future sky.
There must be my rosy dream waiting for my footsteps.
Because my father said that heaven rewards diligence, and heaven rewards diligence.
Modern poems praising mother 4
If I were a grass
Mother is fertile land.
Without her
I won't. My eyes are green.
If I were a flower
Mother is gentle sunshine.
Without her
I won't have beautiful colors.
If I were a clear spring
Mother is the source of life.
Without her
I won't have a sweet song.
If I were a small fish
Mother is a blue lake.
Without her
I won't have a free body.
Mom.
You are my God.
You gave me bright eyes.
Can distinguish the beauty, ugliness, goodness and evil in the world.
You gave me a beautiful heart.
Win friends, no longer lonely.
You gave me a broad mind.
Smile in the face of setbacks
You gave me a wealth of knowledge.
Have a job and a home of your own.
at present
You have white hair.
Mountain of vitality
at present
Your face is very thin.
As bleak as autumn.
at present
You're already stumbling.
Like a sunset.
at present
Your back is bent.
As solemn as an ancient bridge.
Mom.
You are still my God.
No one dares to desecrate your pure heart lake.
No one dares to desecrate your selfless heart.
You will always be the love of your daughter's soul.
You will always be a good song in your daughter's heart.
Modern poetry praising mother's selflessness 5
The earth has been spinning.
I accidentally fell into a ditch when I was a child.
You took it from the ground in a pool of blood.
Suddenly picked me up.
It's your omnipotent Hercules!
A thousand raindrops fell from the umbrella.
Grains pour into your back.
There is no rain in my arms.
The hospital is the end of the marathon.
This is your brave ambulance.
Chen Xing was born and died constantly.
I also know that it has aging and parting.
Regret is always deeply rooted in the heart after parting.
There are endless complaints about grasslands and rivers.
Spring is warm, and the sea and the sky are the same.
Is your avatar avalokitesvara!