Mom!
Put aside your troubles,
Let me fall into your arms,
Only you are the destination of my soul.
-"Stars"
2、
Mom!
My hair,
Put it on your knee,
These are countless bunches of roses you gave me.
-"Stars"
3、
Little flower,
I want to look up, too,
Thanks for the love of spring-
However, this far-reaching gift,
This finally silenced her.
Mom!
Were you that spring?
-"Stars"
4、
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.
-"Stars"
5、
There are faint poems in the long clouds.
There is continuous love in a faint poem.
There is affection in constant love.
Affectionate and meaningful.
6、
Let me immerse myself in your joy.
Let me enjoy your warmth.
Let me be intoxicated in your arms
Let me snuggle up in your arms
7、
You are a big tree.
Spring depends on your fantasy.
Summer depends on your prosperity.
Autumn is bad for you.
Rely on your meditation in winter
Your tall, broad canopy
Let the fields never be barren.
Mom, you gave me life.
You are the land where I grew up.
Extended data:
The author of Stars in Spring is Bing Xin, a famous essayist, writer and educator in modern China. Bing Xin was originally named Xie Wanying.
The Star is a collection of poems, consisting of 164 short poems. Bing Xin believed in "the philosophy of love" all her life, and she thought that "with love, there is everything".
Bing Xin praised maternal love, human love and childlike innocence. At the same time, she also praised nature, especially the sea she was familiar with as a child. Praising nature, childlike innocence and maternal love has become the eternal theme of Bing Xin's life creation. Its theme is: maternal love, nature, innocence and life.
Star, published in 1923, is the first collection of poems created by Bing Xin. Most of the works are beautiful and crystal-clear poems praising nature, maternal love, innocence and great love on earth. These are the natural brewing of the poet's life, feelings and thoughts. Bing Xin's childhood grew up in the embrace of nature.
Her pure soul was soaked in blue sky and sea and maternal love, and her girlhood was deeply influenced by traditional education in China and western missionary schools, so the philosophy of maternal love, human love and natural love was strengthened and deified.
However, the stormy May 4th Patriotic Movement and the New Culture Movement gave her a new baptism of "political" consciousness. The collision of eastern and western cultures will naturally spark in her life and thoughts.
References:
Baidu encyclopedia-starry sky spring
Modern poetry praising mother
1, "Paper Boat" Bing Xin: I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper. I always keep it-keep it, fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea. Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I still keep folding them up every day, hoping that one of them can only flow where I want it to go. Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home.
2. "Poem for Mother" Bing Xin's mother, I have been trying to write a poem for you for a long time, but I haven't written a good mother after many times. I don't know how to start and how to end, and I should write this poem for you, just like when I was a child, I didn't know whether to accept it bravely or choose to escape from my mother. I thought of you again tonight, and I decided to write a poem for you, even if it is not well written, even if you will never read your mother in your hometown. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wan Shui Qian Shan, ask him to take her love and sorrow home.
3. "Wandering Sons" The mountains are unwilling to send away the sunset. The enthusiastic sailors are unwilling to sail. Hope is calling. The outside world is my paradise, and my free heart is flying. Mom, do you care about me? Mother looked at me anxiously. Mom, do you want my life to be more exciting? Mother looked at me with relief. Listening to the sound of the train, the flute held a pair of hands tightly through the window.
4, "Mother" Love: Mother is as humble as moss, as solemn as dawn, as soft as the sound of Jiangnan water, as hard as a thousand years of cold jade. When she looked up, it was a bright moon, and when she looked down, it was a vast land.
5. "To My Mother" Goethe: Although I haven't greeted you or written to you for a long time, don't let your heart doubt, as if your son's due love for you has disappeared from my chest.
Absolutely not, just like the stone that has taken root in the bottom of the water forever, it will never leave its original place, even if it is running water, sometimes there are storms and sometimes there are soft waves flowing through it, which makes people invisible. My love for you is inseparable from my chest, even though the long river of life is sometimes whipped by pain, violently rolled, and sometimes quietly caressed by joy.
1, "Paper Boat to Send 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 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,
Ask it to bring her love and sadness home.
2. Poems for Mother
Author: Bing Xin
Mom, for a long time
I just want to write a poem for you.
But I wrote it many times.
I haven't written it yet
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 whether to 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's not well written
Even if you are far from home.
Never look.
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.
3. Stars
Author: Bing Xin
floret
I also want to look up.
Thanks for the love of spring.
However, this far-reaching gift
She was finally silent.
Mom!
Were you that spring?
4. "Mother"
Author: 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 fading 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.
Afraid that cleaning will make it
Lose your unique warmth
Ah, mom.
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, 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 it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
Modern poetry praising mother
"Mother, hard work" Author: Gao Mingcheng
The human body can leave, but people will not leave, just as we will not forget our ancestors and mothers. Mother is the quilt on her. Without her, she would feel cold.
Mother is the salt in the dish. Without her, life would be dull. Mother must have her pain. The pain of wandering often hangs on her face, interwoven with her children's smiles.
Author of Praise for Mother; Gaomingcheng
Mother is a big ship, carrying me to the sea, pursuing the mystery of life and exploring the magic of the world; Mother is a high mountain, inclusive, nurturing my growth and strengthening my body and mind; Mother is a touching song, taking me and singing the history of the motherland with her beautiful tune;
Mother is a spring breeze, blowing all things in the world and bringing vitality in her steps; Mother is a little spring rain, nourishing all things on the earth, ah! Mom, I love you. You will always be my favorite person.
Author of Mother in the Storm; Gaomingcheng
Life is like walking on a stormy road, with my mother at the forefront. Send some umbrellas to protect the children from the wind and rain to their mothers.
Mom pushed it to me again. Ah, the child under the umbrella, the mother outside the umbrella, rain is no longer rain, but a drop of happy tears sent by God to the world.
"Motherly Love" Author: Gao Mingcheng
Mother's love is a pair of long chopsticks, which give me delicious food; Motherly love is a colorful rubber band.
Give 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!
Zheng's Ode to Mother
Although the mother is still poor, the children's love for her is unambiguous. We just shout "Long live mother", and deeper love is like a mountain of fire in our hearts. Although the mother is ordinary and useless, she is the real hero in the child's heart. Who can live and how much?
Children can keep their mother's kindness in mind.
Although the mother speaks softly, she is more important to the children than Mount Tai. She didn't have earth-shattering achievements, but she watered her children's success with her mother.
Two short poems
1, mom
Gaomingcheng
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!
2. Poems for Mother
backbone
Mom, for a long time
I just want to write a poem for you.
But I wrote it many times.
I haven't written it yet
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 whether to 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's not well written
Even if you are far from home.
Never look.
Mom,
If you see a white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan,
Begging him to bring her love and sadness home.
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 fading 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.
Afraid that cleaning will make it
Lose your unique warmth
Ah, mom.
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, 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 it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.