A selection of modern poems praising mother
A poem for mother
Modern Times: Bing Xin
Mom, I have long wanted to write a poem for you.
But I wrote it many times, but I still didn't write it well.
Mom, I don't know how to start this poem written for you.
I don't know how to end it or what to write.
Just like when I was a child, I slapped you hard. I don't know whether to accept it bravely or choose to escape.
Mom, I thought of you again tonight, and I decided to write a poem for you.
Even if you write badly, even if you are far from home, you will never read it. ...
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream.
Don't be surprised that he dreamed for no reason. Your beloved daughter folded it with tears in her eyes.
Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.
The second part is a selection of modern poems praising mother.
Paper boat-to mother
Author: Bing Xin
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-Save it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
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 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 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.
Wanshui Qian Shan, please let it go home with her love and sorrow!
The third chapter is a selection of modern poems praising mother.
mother
Author: Shu Ting
Your pale fingertips touch my temple,
I can't help it, just like when I was a child,
Hold on to your skirt.
Oh, mom,
In order to keep your aging figure,
Although the morning light cuts dreams 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.
Oh, mom,
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless,
I'm afraid my memory will disappear,
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now with the crown of thorns,
I dare not,
I dare not moan.
Oh, 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.
Oh, mom,
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
Not rapids, not waterfalls,
It's a dry well, and I can't sing in the shade of flowers and trees.
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Praise mother.
Mother is a big ship.
Take us to the seaside.
Pursuing the mystery of life
Explore the magic of the world
Mother is a high mountain.
All inclusive
Feed us to grow.
Enhance our physical and mental health.
Mother is a touching song.
Take us around the world
With her beautiful tune
Singing the history of the motherland
Mother is a spring breeze person.
Blow away everything in the world
Yingying's footsteps
Brought great vitality.
Mother is a spring rain.
Moisturize everything on the earth.
Ah! mother
I love you, and you are my eternal love.
The fifth chapter is the selection of modern poems praising mother.
mother
Messy in the wind
It's your white hair
Tears came out.
This is your old face
Slightly curved back
Farewell hand
I dare not look back.
Afraid I'll never leave again
The pace of leaving home
Always want to lean in your arms.
Relive childhood dreams
I always want to look into your eyes.
Say what Chen Jiao said.
in front of you
I am a child who will never grow up.
But I'm growing
Ignore your tears
Walk a long way.
Now I am also a mother.
Looking at the child in his arms
Grow up day by day
I just realized the greatness of maternal love.
But your sideburns
flowers blooming like a piece of brocade
Go home often.
This is all I can give you.
A little reward
A selection of modern poems praising mother
Praise mother.
-This poem is dedicated to 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 will never grow up in front of you.
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.
I wiped my loving heart during the operation, but it's still there.
I can't hide your crazy concern.
The autumn wind has started.
Even in the lonely shadow, mom, don't catch cold.
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 you call my name.
In a trance, mother
I seem to be back in the yard, next to the well where I drew water as a child.
Chapter seven is a selection of modern poems praising mother.
Eternal mother
When I first opened my newborn eyes.
The first thing I saw was the incomparable holiness of my mother.
Love eyes and tears of joy-
Staring at you without blinking an eye.
Your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively
But I can't express my feelings, just dancing around.
I am so anxious that you can't help crying loudly.
After many days and nights of cultivation
Sit up straight at last, your little body.
After adjusting EQ and IQ
Never wait, shout out life.
The most precious first sound-mom
This is the most touching original moral.
No matter how many languages there are in the world.
Only this cry is absolutely the same.
No music, no poetry.
It can be more touching than this.