Motherly love is like an idyll, far away and pure, elegant and light.
Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead sculpture and leave the nature behind.
Motherly love is like a glass of orange juice. Only when you taste it slowly can you know the sweetness.
Motherly love is like a beautiful song, like a bird's euphemistic song.
What is love?
what is love ?
This unsolved mystery. It is full of questions.
I thought: "Motherly love should be love!"
Motherly love has been hanging over us,
It is because of maternal love that we thrive.
Love is the recognition between us and our mother.
Motherly love makes us have a happy childhood;
Motherly love lets us enjoy the glory of youth. ...
Maternal love, the greatest love forever.
Mother's love
Mother's love is a pair of long chopsticks, which give me delicious food;
Mother's love is a colorful rubber band, giving me a beautiful braid;
Motherly love is an open umbrella to shelter me from the wind and rain;
Motherly love is a wonderful story book, telling me beautiful stories;
Motherly love is a thin pencil that teaches me to write standardized words;
Motherly love is a tear of concern. I was brave enough to have an injection, but my mother was crying with distress.
Motherly love is a warm embrace, which makes me fall asleep comfortably.
I love you, Mom!
Mom's laughter
Mom's laughter is like a rainbow on the horizon.
It reminds me of white clouds.
Mom's laughter is always long,
Makes me worry that the rainbow will disappear.
Huh?
Mom smiled again. Did the rainbow shine in my heart?
Kiss mom
Mom's home! Mom's eyes are talking.
My mother's hand gently stroked my face.
But I saw a large flock of birds flying by.
Fly over fields, villages, tall buildings and rivers.
The young trees waved to them, the sea smiled at them, and the fields said hello to them.
Kiss mom, the dimples on mom's face are sweet
In my dream, I shouted: Bird, where are you going?
Please take me with you! I want to fly with you!
Mom's face was close, and I heard her secretly laughing.
Warm fairy tales
In my mind, there is an unfathomable place that no one has ever asked.
You are the fire of hope, illuminating my future and giving me hope.
Every dark night, I worry about you.
Every cold night, you give me endless warmth.
It is raining in the sky, and every drop of rain is telling.
2 Children's Poetry about Motherly Love-Bing Xin's Paper Boat-Sending Mother.
I never give up a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-Save it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it from the boat into the sea!
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still don't give up and fold every day.
I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason;
This is my beloved daughter with tears in her eyes.
Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home.
A poem dedicated to mother
Mom, for a long time,
I just want to write a poem for you,
But I wrote it many times,
Still didn't write it.
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 if I should accept it bravely,
Or should I choose to escape?
Mom, I thought of you again tonight.
I decided to write a poem for you,
Even if it is not well written,
Even if you are far from home,
Never read ...
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason,
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.
mother
Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hides in its nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms.
Three Children's Poems about Motherly Love —— The Ancient Poem "Don't Ma Lao"
Huang Qing Ren Jing
The bow curtain goes to the mother river beam, and the tears are white.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
Mother's love
Yuan Yangweizhen
A loving mother loves her young, and Zhao is the Crown Prince.
The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle.
There is no six-foot orphan under the knee, and a Zhao is not born in May.
At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks more than four drums.
A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout?
What's more, Han Wangjin stabbed a silver axe in front of the bed, which was a disaster.
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Tang Bai Juyi
Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying.
General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.
Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan.
New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.
It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home.
At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.
With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated.
It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.
It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind.
Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.
I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you.
The Book of Songs Li Feng Kaifeng
The wind blew from the south, blowing his spine.
I want to die, and my mother has a reward.
The wind blows from the south, and the wind blows from the other side.
God, I have no family.
Is there any cold in the spring? Under Xun.
With seven children, my mother is very hard.
The yellow bird, with its voice.
There are seven children, don't comfort your mother.
Zhang yuhang
Tang Libai
Hu Feng blows instead of horses, and guards Luyangguan in the north.
Wu Bing took a photo of Hai Xue and asked when it would come back.
Halfway through Liao and Jin, Huang Yun was in great pain.
The old mother and son left without saying goodbye and cried among the weeds.
The white horse is surrounded by flags and mourns to climb high.
Poplar autumn moon is bitter and cold, and Zhang Yushan is in early autumn.
I'm from Ming Xiu, and I haven't been idle while cutting Lu Su.
Do you cherish fighting to death and sweep away fierce stubbornness for you?
Without feathers in the stone, it's hard not to be afraid of danger.
If the ship flies like a whale, it will fall into the bay of stars.
This song can't be played, as evidenced by the three armed forces.
the song of the homeless
Tang mengjiao
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Send mom home.
Tang Li Shangyin
I was trapped in prison when I parked the car.
Feeling from this, sadness and tears stuck in the throat.
Fang's mother is seriously ill and wants to be a famous doctor.
The bus is very urgent today, so it is difficult to stop!
Motherly love has nothing to report, what can life expect!
Cry at midnight
Tang Bai Juyi
The second time I lost my mother, I vomited because I was dumb.
Don't fly day and night, keep the old forest old.
Crying in the middle of the night every night, everyone who smells it will be moved.
If you tell me in your voice, you won't give back to your heart.
A hundred birds have no mother, but they are very sad.
What makes you sad should be your mother's good.
Once upon a time, there was a Wu Qizhe whose mother died.
What disciple, the heart is not as good as a bird.
The second thing gives the second thing, and the bird once applied.
Who is the son?
Tang hanyu
Who is not crazy, who is not crazy, who will go to the palace to call the Taoist priest?
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn.
Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city.
Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang.
It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position.
Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood.
Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty?
Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end.
It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies.
Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write my poems as gifts?
In the west, I bid farewell to my mother's grave.
Tang Chen went to see a doctor.
The sun on the top of the mountain is dim, and few birds stay alone at dusk.
The forest was empty, but Ding Ning told me to go home early.
Will return to Laoshan and leave Meng Jiao.
Tang baorong
There is no sharp edge in choosing wood, and there is no clever way to make fish.
How to bite off more than one can chew?
The former never gets tired of farming and never leaves his relatives for a day.
I am thousands of miles away, and I am absent-minded.
You are kind to your mother, but you only imagine one person.
Silkworm and mulberry can grow, and clothes are always new.
Spit a foot of silk at a meal, who sees this hospitality.
Don't go back to farming, set the wheel on fire.
"Send Zhang Shen to Mingjing to worship Jingzhou"
Tang Meng Hao ran
In the colorful fifteenth year, before trying to be a loving mother.
Lian Xiao paid tribute at the age of 20, and Huai Ju went to Qinchuan.
Four tweets, Zhong.
Don't row on the river, who doesn't look to the gods.
Think of mother
Don
First frost, Lu Hua, tears wet her skirt, bald and helpless.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
the Tenth Five-Year Plan
Wang Song Anshi
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade.
When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.