With all my dear words to my mother,
Mom said I was stupid,
Roses are flowers that symbolize love.
I don't know,
It is also a flower that the child wants to give to his mother.
I haven't heard my mother tell jokes about my childhood for a long time.
I regret it,
Listen, if you fall asleep.
Mom said, silly boy,
A mother can never finish what she has to say to her children.
Is to sleep in the grave,
You are also my eternal concern.
Leaving mom's earthen house in her hometown,
Hanging a face of vicissitudes,
Look into the distance.
A modern poem dedicated to Mother's Day.
My life comes from my mother,
My health is given by my mother.
My mother gave it to me. I can't finish talking.
This poem is dedicated to my mother.
When I was born,
Mother's arms are my warm harbor;
When I babbled,
My mother's teaching is what I really care about;
When I was a toddler,
My mother's hands are my strong support.
at present
I have grown into a young teenager,
There are no more mothers who get along day and night,
And I don't need my mother's inseparable protection.
How many times have I recalled my mother's anger,
How many times I recalled my mother's helpless sigh.
Finally,
I see,
Mother's selfless love,
Will always nourish the child's growth path.
A modern poem dedicated to Mother's Day.
Stepping on the breath of spring
This beautiful day
Fuck you and fuck me.
My heart is as warm as the sea.
I really want to sing a carol for you.
I am neither a singer nor a poet.
I won't write touching melodies into poems.
I lack flash inspiration and genius thinking.
I am ashamed that the deepest love can't be explained by a trickle.
But today,
I want to present a heart song for you.
May my song become a needle and thread.
Sew up the split wound for you.
May my songs turn into raindrops.
Moisten your thirst
May my songs turn into clouds.
Bring fragrance to your life.
May my songs turn into clouds.
Refracting the luster of the sun for you
Years climb on your forehead,
Time has crossed my shoulder,
That sweet and delicious meal,
A warm and soft sweater;
Tireless teaching;
Connect you with my life.
I finally know that there is one thing in this world,
More continuous than the water of the Yangtze River,
More thrilling than the Yellow River;
Tougher and evergreen than the green of pine and cypress;
That's your love,
Your deep love,
Selfless love,
My mother.
I don't understand everything you gave me.
But you polish my eyes.
So the world opened before my eyes.
On my strange life path
I can always see a pair of big hands to help me move forward.
Therefore, my life is no longer lonely.
My road is no longer strange.
Look at your beautiful big hands.
My eyes are blurred.
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 my love gift like this.
Although I have written many songs,
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom,
I miss it sweetly and deeply,
Not rapids, not waterfalls,
It is an ancient well that can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
I really want to buy a bunch of flowers.
For mother.
But it's too far.
My mother is not with me.
Only phone calls and text messages brought blessings to my mother.
It's dark now.
The road I have traveled, I just want my mother.
Step by step.
Missing stays in this gentle rainy night.
Busy day.
Tired
But when I think of someone's "mother"
Cheer up a little.
I swear I will go back to my mother's city today next year.
Send a beautiful bunch of carnations to mom.
I won't walk that unfamiliar street at night.
Watching others buy flowers, I stood in a daze.
Haha, what beautiful flowers!
I miss my mother.
Happy holidays to mothers all over the world.
This is the wish of all children in the world.
Life is like walking on a road with frequent storms.
Mother is at the front.
Let some umbrellas shelter the mother and children from the wind and rain,
Mother pushed it to me again,
Ah, the child under the umbrella,
The umbrella covered mother.
Rain is no longer rain,
It was a tear of happiness that God sent to the world.