I wrote the lyrics of a poem by my mother.

Poet to Mother: Bing Xin's mother, I have long wanted to write a poem for you, but I haven't written it well many times. I don't know how to start this poem for you, how to end it or what to write, 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 can't read it in your hometown ... Mom, if this is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wan Shui Qian Shan, ask him to take her love and sorrow home. ■ Mother Author: Shu Ting, your pale fingertips are touching my temple. I can't help holding on to your skirt like when I was a child. My mother tried to keep your faded figure. Although the morning light has cut my dream into smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time. I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth. The running water of mother's years is as ruthless as fear of fading memory. How dare I open its screen easily? I cried to you for a thorn. Now I wear a watch and dare not make a sound. Oh, Mom, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if I call for penetrating 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, the sea and the dawn, my sweet and soft memory, mother, is not a torrent, not a waterfall, but a dry well that can't be sung among flowers and trees ■ Mother Author: A loving mother is humble as moss, solemn as dawn, soft as the voice of the south of the Yangtze River, and hard as a thousand years' cold jade. When I lift my eyes, she is a bright moon. When I looked down, she was a vast land. ■ Mother's Poem (1) Your greatness condenses my flesh and blood, and your greatness shapes my soul. Your life is a journey of love. You weave a calendar with beautiful rings that smell of ink. I spend every year in your love, playing on your shoulders and knees. (2) You are a big tree. You dream that spring depends on you, summer prospers and autumn matures. You meditate on your Gao Dakuan in winter. The broad canopy makes the fields never barren. Mom, you gave me life. You are the land where I grew up. When I am sad, you are my comfort. When I am depressed, you are hope. When I am weak, you are the shelter from the wind and rain in your little harbor. You have broadened my horizons. You are my best friend forever, the driving force of life. (4) With love and care, you bend over to protect you, revealing your bright heart, your energetic smile and strengthening your boiling blood. (5) Let me immerse myself in your joy, let me enjoy your warmth, let me revel in your arms and snuggle up in your arms. (6) There are faint poems in the long clouds, and there is deep affection in the deep feelings. If my mother is rain, then I am the rainbow after the rain. If my mother is the moon, then I am the star holding the moon. My mother is the root of my growth. When the ideal fruit (8) grows up, my mother's black hair is like frost on a maple leaf, and the stars are shining with silver. I deeply kissed the traces of those years j) Hold my heart for you (9) May the fragrance and mellow sweetness haunt your life _ May my laughter fill your brow like a bell _ May all my blessings rub into your heart, and a green leaf is full of its friendship with the roots. An ode condenses my love for you, "Let the flowers in your heart bloom like clouds, and let the fragrance accompany you through the long years ■ Dry old clothes Author: (Qing) Zhou Shouchang's heavy seam, which is hard to take lightly, has the old thread marks of loving mother on it. ■ Mom Zhong Author: Wang When you are disappointed, no matter how tall you are, your mother's mind can still surround you. I am willing to be your "master clock" and I will not stop working until the clock breaks down. ■ Mother's Bible Author: Every time I open this Bible, Wang Can can't help holding it to her chest, just like hugging my dear mother. I can still smell her faint fragrance and see her beautiful and elegant face. ■ Learn to be a good mother Author: Wang "The hand that pushes the cradle is the hand that changes the society", and "mother" is the privilege given to women by God. A mother's sacrifice for her children is priceless, and her contribution is unconditional. ■ "Mom" Author: Hong Yan When I met you, I was ten years old/you were thirty-five. You are a round-faced mother/your love is a basin full of bath water/warm, which almost floats me. ■ Mother Author: Gao Mingcheng The earth keeps spinning. When I was a child, I accidentally fell in a pool of blood in a ditch. You suddenly picked me up from the hands of the earth. It is your omnipotent Hercules! A thousand raindrops slipped from the umbrella and poured into your back, but I didn't touch the rain. The hospital is actually the end of the marathon and your brave ambulance! Starry mornings are constantly being born and dying. I also know that it has the regret of aging and parting. It must have been deeply rooted in my heart since farewell. Endless spring, warm sky and endless horizon are your avatar Guanyin Bodhisattva! ■ Author: Xu Yilan Modern parents accept their children's advantages and disadvantages with respect and understanding, encourage rather than blame, praise rather than complain, give their children full spiritual food, and instill the idea that new books are better than new clothes. ■ Author: Zhang Mo Love is a small ribbon, which mother gently ties with wrinkles. ■ Author: Li Qiaoren comes from the earth, and naturally he will feel homesick and return to nature, and his mother is the embodiment of the earth. ■ Source: Bing Xin's mother of stars! The wind and rain came, and the birds hid in the nest; The storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms. ■ Source: Bing Xin's "Past Seven" mother! You are a lotus leaf, and I am a red lotus. The raindrops in my heart are coming. Except you, who is my shadow under the empty sky? ■ Ode to Mother Author: Although Zheng's mother is still poor, the children's love for her is unambiguous. We just shout "Long live mother". Deeper love gushes in our hearts like a volcano. 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 her mother speaks softly, she is heavier than Mount Tai in their hearts. She used her mother to irrigate her children's success without earth-shattering achievements (excerpt) ■ Ordinary life Author: Du Jinghua Source: Mother's kindness is unforgettable. How many roads have your little feet walked? There is a heavy burden on your weak shoulders. This road is very long. It's full of your blood, your sweat, your tears and endless humiliation. You have a brown cheek, which shows that you have worked hard for many years. However, you never seem to know what you are complaining about. It's always a long way to go. You never asked why you left. You never wanted to tell anyone. You walked silently. Go to ..... Your little feet, and walk out of a long road with no end in sight ■ Ode to Fairy Temple Author: Wen Wen, the wind is blowing day by day, and it is endless, loving and leisurely, praising the kindness of mother, adopting daughter and caring for children. Nature makes pregnant women's tears become fear, and my heart becomes a phoenix. The soul in the dream is Meng Jiao's most beautiful poem. The great mother shines on my doors and windows like the moon, which is much more holy. For the sake of children, I am not afraid of dark clouds, give me warmth and encourage me to go up. Mom, I love you. I love you. You're amazing. My mother shines on my doors and windows like a star. She is so holy and kind, emitting the light of love. ■ Grateful heart I come from accident, like a grain of dust. Who can see my fragility, where I come from, where my feelings go, and who will call me next moment? Although the world is wide, this road is difficult. I have seen all the ups and downs in this world. How much love and tears do I have? I want God to know that I will not give up my gratitude. Thank you for staying with me all my life and giving me the courage to be my grateful heart. Thank you, flowers bloom on me. Mom! I love you, you taught us to endure hardships, you taught us to live up to the scenes of childhood, we often dream of our mother's love, and we will never forget her kindness, even in stormy waves, even in wind, frost, rain and snow. Everyone is willing to fight for greatness. The poem "M-more" is dedicated to my mother: that's what my mother gave me too much; O-old ":But my mother is old. "T-tear": it is the string of tears that my mother wiped away for me; H-heart ":this is the mother's heart, as pure as gold;" Electronic eye ":she is the loving eye of her mother;" R-right "is my wish to my mother-always healthy and happy!" Put them together, and you will understand why we affectionately call: Mom! ■ Make mom happier. Mother's care keeps us warm. Mother's selflessness touched us; Mother's broadness shocked us; It is our common wish to make mom happy!