1, Paper Boat-Send Mom, Bing Xin
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper.
Keep it forever.-keep it.
Fold into a very small boat.
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the ship's window by the wind.
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still fold every day and never give up. I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom.
If you see a very small white boat in your dream.
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Qianshan.
Ask it to bring her love and sadness home.
2, "To My Mother" Goethe
Although I haven't said hello to you for a long time.
I didn't write to you, but don't let your heart doubt.
It seems that your son's due love for you has disappeared from my chest.
Not at all, just like that stone.
Deeply rooted in the water forever.
It will never leave its position, even if it is running water.
Sometimes there are storms, and sometimes there are soft waves flowing through, making people invisible.
My love for you is so inseparable from my chest, despite the long river of life.
Sometimes it is hit by pain and surges past.
Sometimes I will be quietly caressed by joy.
Be blocked and cannot appear in the sun.
Can't reflect the surrounding sunlight.
Let you see how much your son respects you in front of your loving mother.
3, "Mother" Shu Ting
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 faded 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.
I'm afraid washing it will make it lose your unique warmth.
Ah, mom.
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid my memory will fade, too
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a jingguan, 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 I can't sing in the shade of flowers and trees.
4, "mother" love
Mother is as humble as moss.
Solemn as the morning light.
Soft as the voice of Jiangnan.
Leng Yu is as strong as a thousand years.
Raise your eyes.
She is Hao Yue.
When I looked down.
She is a vast land.
5. Mother's Day
Mother's Day holiday.
It's raining in Mao Mao.
Mom, are you too busy to have breakfast?
Did dad take an umbrella when he went out?
The distant daughter really wants to offer you a bowl of hot porridge and rice.
Mother's Day holiday.
Listening to the raindrops falling outside the window.
My mother's songs are dancing in my ears again.
Dad's wheels are still spinning with the pace.
The distant daughter let Yusi bring sincere wishes.
Mother's Day holiday.
The rustling rain is accompanied by colored radio waves.
Hold the microphone and feel your smiling face.
What my mother feels the same has been published.
My happy daughter listens to your questions patiently.
Mother's Day holiday.
My daughter really wants to say to her parents: Happy holidays, Mom and Dad!
Know that you don't need this artificial wish.
Know that your wish is the safety of your children and look forward to a family reunion.
On Mother's Day, it rained in Mao Mao.
I put on light rain boots for the children and hold up a small umbrella to lead them to feel the romance in the rain.
Children, you are the angels of your parents. You have been watered all your life.
Mother's Day holiday.
Rain is accompanied by smoke from the kitchen.
I filled my in-laws with a bowl full of hot jiaozi.
In-laws are also parents who know the cold and the hot.
Your warmth and coldness are also in my heart.
Mother's Day holiday.
My husband is still bumping on the road when he goes out.
Man is a wandering ship, and home is a harbor.
You work hard and I love you.
Let's build a beautiful home together.
Mother's Day holiday.
I really want to go back to my parents.
Don't mention the troubles in work and life to mom and dad.
I just want to help my mother rinse chopsticks and wash dishes.
Hit my father on the back and rub his shoulder.
365 days a year.
Every day is Mother's Day.
Everyone who plays different roles every day.
Find some leisure, find some time.
With a smile, I hope to go home often.
6. Praise Mother
Mother is a big ship.
Take me to the seaside.
To pursue the mystery of life.
To explore the magic of the world.
Mother is a high mountain.
It contains everything.
Hey, I grow up.
Strengthen my body and mind.
Mother is a touching song.
Show me around.
With her beautiful tune.
Reciting the history of the motherland.
Mother is a spring breeze person.
Blow all over the world.
Yingying's footsteps.
Brought great vitality.
Mother is a little spring rain.
Moisturize everything on the earth.
Ah! Mom.
I love you, you will always be my favorite!
7. Mother, mother-Mother's Day is dedicated to all mothers in the world.
Your silver hair, rickety body, lonely figure, you are old.
You associate with neighboring villages.
At the age of 80, he still draws water and cooks himself.
You still cling to my childhood home, my dream home.
You have raised our four children all your life.
Four children are the pride of your life.
The pigeon you let go is your lifelong concern and the expectation of survival.
Every time I mention this to someone.
Zhang Shanliang's face is always full of smiles.
Mom.
My weather-beaten and tortured mother.
How can a blunt pen write thousands of words? I am full of passion!
8. "Mom"
Fog, though not as magnificent as falling snow.
Unlike the rain in Mao Mao, it is always so gentle.
Like a kind mother, her pulse surrounds her body.
Touch your cheek gently, and a touch of love will moisten your heart.
She is so simple and unpretentious.
Rich or poor, or mountains and rivers.
She always puts a silver shawl on you quietly.
9. Mother
Mother is as humble as moss.
Solemn as the morning light.
Soft as the voice of Jiangnan.
Leng Yu is as strong as a thousand years.
Raise your eyes.
She is Hao Yue.
When I looked down.
She is a vast land.
10, "Motherly love that can't be finished in a lifetime"
Burning in my meditation.
Cough hurts.
I opened my childhood photos again.
Search screen.
Seeing a cough, I sat in front of the stove and reflected a red and persistent face.
The morning star is still in the dream.
I also saw a cough, which gently walked into me.
Tucked in the corner of the quilt, I seem to be asleep.
From then on, I have a flower in my heart.
It's beautiful and smells good.
A mother's love that can't be said for a lifetime!