Right in front of my eyes,
Flowers bloom and fall is still so great.
You are really a star,
Hanging in the sky,
Sunrise and sunset always light up in my heart.
You are such a room,
Standing between heaven and earth,
The wind and rain still guard me.
Oh, mom!
Mountains, stars, huts,
How can these compare with you?
Compare you to water,
Moisten my heart,
Wash away my soul.
You are my life,
Gave me the freedom to swim,
In your river,
I would like to be a smart little fish.
Oh, mom!
You are an endless grassland,
I am a horse without reins,
Carrying my dream of galloping thousands of miles.
Oh, mom!
In fact, you are just a lamp in your son's heart.
Illuminate the darkness in my heart in the wind and rain.
Oh, mom!
In fact, you are just that mulberry leaf,
A hundred holes and a thousand windows I've bitten!
Poetry and prose about mother 2 N years ago, I was in your belly,
Breathe your air,
Absorb your nutrition,
Share your blood,
Occupy your uterus;
Causing your body to swell,
The pace is getting heavier and heavier,
I can't even sleep at night,
Sit down and can't stand up,
You can't walk a hundred steps;
Until 10 month,
Let you experience unforgettable pain,
Inhumane fatigue
From the moment I was finally born,
You forget the great pain of life,
The hardships of gestation,
Working every day, every night, every moment,
Only for my strong growth;
Half a year old, I cried in the middle of the night, you are not sad, more. You are just anxious and worried, staying with me all night;
1 year-old, I am a toddler, you forget the fatigue of the whole day, and carefully protect your back with your hands;
When I was 2 years old, I refused to eat. You tried your best to get herbs to stimulate your appetite and cooked me a bowl of lean broth.
3 years old, cold and fever, staying up all night. You put on simple clothes in a hurry and ran to the clinic with me.
When I was 4 years old, I saw other people's children eating sugar and looked envious. You took out the change you had accumulated for a long time and bought me two sweet sweets.
When I was 5 years old, a kindergarten teacher came to see me. I heard that I did well in school. You picked me up and smiled happily for a long time, but I was tired but reluctant to let go.
When I was 8 years old, my father said I was disobedient. You hugged me in despair and didn't call my dad anyway.
10 years old, in order to buy me a beautiful new suit, you walk several miles every day to help my father until nightfall;
12 years old, on my birthday, you got up early and cooked me two lotus eggs;
Along the way, with your sweat and tears,
Hard work was conceived in October,
How to report the hardships of parenting in N years?
If father loves a mountain, mother's love is like the sea.
The strength of the mountain and the tolerance of the sea are growing with us all the way.
On Mother's Day, I wish all mothers in the world a happy holiday and good health. Dear friends, remember to call your mother.