What a sacred name.
Because she gave us life.
mother love
It is selfless and extensive dedication.
Because she just wants to give.
Don't ask for it.
This is our mother.
When we become mothers,
To understand the hardships of mothers.
When we are pregnant with our own children.
I realized the selflessness and greatness of maternal love.
At this moment.
suddenly
I thought of thanking my mother.
Mom.
Thank you for giving us life.
Thank you for raising us with maternal love.
Thank you for your beautiful youth.
In exchange for our beautiful.
Mom.
My dear relatives
This is the principle you taught us to be human.
You taught us to be grateful.
Grateful society
Thanksgiving life
Appreciate all the perfect things in the world.
Dear friends
Let's be grateful together.
Our mother, right?
With our sincere filial piety
Be kind to our mother.
Thanksgiving poem for mother II. On a cold winter morning,
Mom is the most punctual alarm clock,
Let me end my conversation with Duke Zhou,
Get rid of sleepiness,
Start a beautiful day!
Hungry, make a scene of "empty city plan",
Mom became a chef,
Fried, roasted, steamed and fried everything!
Vegetables I hate,
Turn decay into magic,
Into a delicious dish,
Let me eat happily!
After class,
Mom is a serious driver,
No matter the sun is shining,
It is still raining,
Will not be late,
Mom's driving skills,
Perfect,
Even dad lamented himself,
And let me go to school comfortably!
Do your homework,
Difficult and complicated diseases scratching the brain,
Once you lose your mother's guidance,
All the problems have been solved,
Let me be enlightened,
The question is used up!
Take part in the speech contest,
My mother is my tutor,
Correct my shortcomings,
Strengthen my weakness,
Let me show my strength on the stage,
The behavior is impeccable!
Dear mom!
You are the warmest sunshine,
Always shining on me,
Keep me warm,
Let me absorb energy,
Grow sturdily
Thank you!
Great mother!
Thanksgiving poem dedicated to mother.
I have nothing but a wandering ghost.
Drifting in the dark with a lonely shadow.
Find your own home.
Looking for a body that belongs to the soul
I don't know if it has been tempered for thousands of years.
Finally get the reincarnation of this life
I am lucky after all.
I saw the mountains in Changning.
That gentle hill.
I saw a tributary of Xiangjiang River.
That clear river.
See your kindness.
Pray for the arrival of new life.
therefore
My heart softened and moved.
Decided to give up wandering and become a Buddha.
Just want to be the baby in your belly
Waiting at your knees all your life.
At that familiar midnight
I gave up all my exercises and ran to you bravely.
Run to the reincarnation of my new life
Even though I know that I will be tempered by the devil in a few years.
I have no regrets.
Run to your point of no return
I just took a sip of bitter Mengpo soup.
With a little remnant of ghosts and ghosts, it is perfectly combined with new life.
From the moment the umbilical cord was cut.
I decided in my last life.
My character is destined to be twofold.
With a natural melancholy
There are always tears in my smile.
I am deeply grateful to my great mother for taking me in.
Thank you for touching my bulging belly and calling my name.
You gave me life and gave me rebirth.
Let me stop wandering and stay away from loneliness
I hope next season's reincarnation
We can meet again.
And I will still bravely choose to stay.
the difference is
I gulped down the bowl of bitter Meng Po soup.
I will never let you see this slightly melancholy me again in my life.
You said you didn't like to see me sad.
Then I smiled today-123 eggplant.
Dear mother
I love you
Happy birthday to you.
Thank you for everything.
Next life, next life
I want to be your good daughter.
Thanksgiving mother's poem 4 mother, dear mother,
There are a million mothers like you in Qian Qian,
Managing thousands of families in Qian Qian,
Bear the burden of humiliation and join hands to hold up half the sky of the motherland.
Thanksgiving mother, you are the creator of life!
Thanks to your mother, you make your life glow again!
Grateful mother, the pulse of menstrual blood of our Chinese nation!
Thanksgiving Mother's Poetry: Thanksgiving Mother's Poetry Recitation
We also love our mother,
But mom doesn't love us.
Our love is a stream,
Motherly love is the ocean.
Dew on Achnatherum splendens,
Round and bright
That's the light from the sun.
One day in March
Half smart, half smart,
That's where the spring breeze passes.
Our happiness
It is the smile on the mother's face;
Our pain
It is the deep sadness in my mother's eyes.
We can walk a long way.
But I will never walk out of the square in my mother's heart.
The sunshine outside is so bright,
Surrounded by green trees and flowers. ...
Thanksgiving mother's poem for 5 years.
Ruthlessly painted on your lovely face
Pen after pen
Gorgeous peeling
Leave only a vicissitudes of life
//
Walk into the depths of vicissitudes of life
I vaguely see my mother's young smile.
Hold the spoiled me in your arms.
The scallion cake is still in the big iron pot.
Branding over and over again
A seductive scent
There are low adobe houses everywhere.
//
Mom's hand
Never afraid of scalding
Scalding pie
Under mother's slender hands.
Crispy and delicious
Mother's stomach
Always hungry.
Every time we are full.
Mom just took over the job.
Mother's words
Always a lot.
Ask someone about his health with concern.
Pull in and out.
Persuade repeatedly
I can't finish it.
Mother's footsteps
Quick and timely
As long as I call my mother.
She will fly to me.
//
But now,
The negative pressure of a heavy life has bent your waist.
Once flexible footsteps
Become faltering and slow to move.
//
Do you know
My mother
As long as you call your daughter.
I will be like you.
Fly back to you
Thanksgiving Poetry for Mother 6 1
The bitter days have passed.
Mom is old.
The good days have already begun.
But mom left.
This is my mother's bad karma.
When mom was alive,
I went far away.
When I came back,
Mom has already left.
This is your unfilial son.
2
When my mother gave birth to me,
What was cut was my bloody umbilical cord.
This is the tragedy of my life.
When mom ascended to heaven,
I cut the umbilical cord of my emotions.
This is the sorrow of my life.
three
No matter how much a mother gives her children.
I always feel that there is still a lot of debt.
Children are rarely given to mothers.
They all say it is filial piety.
four
When mom is around,
"Being old" is a superficial burden.
Mom's gone
Being close to each other is an essential loneliness.
Nobody calls me "Dong Zi" anymore.
I feel empty and ethereal as never before.
No one urged me to go home for the New Year.
I feel dispensable.
five
When mom is around,
I don't think "son" is a title and honor.
Mom's gone
Only then did I know that my son's life has been completed.
The blessing of being a son in the next life
I don't know if I am qualified to do it again.
six
Mom's alive.
My hometown is my hometown.
Mom's gone
Hometown can only be called hometown.
I will have more and more dreams.
Less and less people will go back.
seven
When I was a child,
Mom's knees are armrests.
I helped it learn to stand and walk.
When I grow up,
Mom's shoulders are handrails.
I helped it learn to wander and wait.
When I left home,
Mom's expectation is handrails.
I took it through the storm without worrying.
When I got home,
Mom's smiling face is the armrest.
I hold it to wash away the dust and soothe my homesickness.
Mom's gone
Where can I find it?
I have depended on this handrail all my life.
eight
Mom's gone
My world has changed.
The world has changed.
My heart has also changed.
I became a child without a mother.
Become worse than a grass that can take root in the soil.
Motherly love is like heaven.
My god is falling down.
Motherly love is like the sea.
My ocean is drying up.
nine
Mom's gone
Nothing can be happy.
I asked myself.
I don't even feel happy.
Do you still feel bitter when you are bitter?
You can't even tell pain from pleasure.
Is life and death still so sensitive?
Even life and death can be spent.
Are gains and losses still so important?
10
A loving mother drops ten thousand drops of blood.
Give me a life
Send a thousand tears.
Accompany me all the way
Love and hate are strong.
It's all the same
Even if you are very filial.
It's hard to repay a person's gratitude.
-Thousands of times.
Let out a deep sigh
I can't stop sighing about the mother-child relationship.
Thanksgiving, thank you, mom.
Thanksgiving, thanks to dad.
Thank all those who love and care about me.
Pass this gratitude on to more people.
I deeply kissed the traces of those years.
Give you my heart.
May fragrance and mellow fragrance haunt your life.
May my silvery laughter fill your brow.
May all my blessings rub into your heart.
A green leaf is full of its friendship with the roots.
An ode condensed my love for you. "
Let the flowers in your heart bloom like clouds.
Let the fragrance accompany you through the long years.
Poems of Gratitude to Mother —— Interpretation of Poems of Gratitude to Mother
Mother's ladder
Roll the horn and go straight to the sky!
Hold my hand and force it apart,
The shiny wound oozed red blood. ...
The gurgling blood is accompanied by God's tears,
Walking into the evening rain ...
Mother, quiet and beautiful as the mother of Loulan bride;
Mom, love to wear new clothes, love to buy new clothes, love clean mom;
Mom, I don't want to be seen wearing cotton and toothless in summer;
Mother, a mother who can make decisions with crutches and make a mountain of military orders;
Mother, lying on her sickbed, suffering, is also willing to maintain the joy of the family;
Mother, rest quietly until the mother of Loulan bride is reburied!
Mom, dear mom,
The most regrettable thing is that you didn't fulfill your last wish.
For twenty years, you haven't fallen down on the painful and stumbling road.
After experiencing the storm, mud, bumps and hardships of life ...
Let your crutches sprout upright,
I hope my sick sister can heal the wound and save the miracle of spring;
My brother who hopes for his career should be protected from wind erosion and flourish;
Miss Wang, who is looking forward in the distance, flies pigeons and lives under the eaves.
You suddenly fell like a tree in the bright sunshine. ...
Let your child become a black sheep who regrets for life!
Poetry of Thanksgiving for Mother 8 Mother
Is the clear sky in May your smiling face?
Is the wind and dust in May your message?
Facing the flowers,
Show a happy face,
Tell you what:
Happy holidays!
/
Seedlings need rain and dew,
Need a little sunshine,
These,
As great as you.
/
I
Take my soul through the sunshine in May,
Height blooms in your heart like sunshine,
Gently,
Touch your sleeping forehead,
In your dream,
Accompany you to finish your childhood games,
With your footsteps,
Walking on the path of childhood.
/
Time seems to turn around,
You feel like a child,
And I,
It's a warm harbor,
On the ship of years,
Have a happy mother,
Look at the scenery of time,
The content is your expression,
Happiness is your reward,
Every day, I sail with the wind;
/
I'm still that umbrella,
When the sun is very hot,
Keep you cool,
When it's windy and rainy in Mao Mao,
Give you shelter from the wind and rain;
/
I'm still a glass of boiled water,
In summer, get rid of the heat,
Warm the body in winter;
/
or
I am a bunch of blooming carnations,
In your heart,
Dim fragrance,
Watch the sunrise with you.
/
mother
With my hands,
Make delicious meals and cakes for you.
Talk to you with gentle words,
Look at your growing white hair with the way you used to look at me.
I know, what should I do,
Give you a happy home,
Whenever I'm with you,
Return the past love.
Little by little in the world of mortals and wine,
I am your oldest wine.
/
Just silently praying:
Time, please walk slowly from your forehead.
Poem 9 of Thanks to Mother is dedicated to my mother.
Goethe
Although I haven't said hello to you for a long time,
I didn't write to you, but don't let your heart
Doubt, as if your son should.
My deep love for you comes from my chest.
Disappear. Nothing like that stone,
Always rooted in the bottom of the water,
It will never leave its position, even if it is running water.
Sometimes with wind and waves, sometimes with soft waves through it.
It flows by, so people can't see it,
My love for you is so inseparable.
In my chest, despite the long river of life,
Sometimes I am hit by pain and roll violently.
Sometimes quietly caressed by happiness,
Coverage and blockade make it impossible.
You can't reflect around the sun.
The returning sunshine is in front of your loving mother.
Let you know how much your son respects you.
Dedicated to mother Bei Heine
Heine
I'm used to strutting around,
My temperament is also a bit stubborn;
Even if the king and I face each other,
I won't lower my eyes.
But, mom, I want to be honest with you:
Although my self-esteem is very strong,
Once I come to your happy and kind side,
Often feel inferior and cringe.
You have a noble spirit that permeates everything,
Radiant, direct to the sun, the moon and the stars,
Is this spirit secretly conquered me?
Recalling the past really makes me sad.
I did a lot of wrong things and broke your heart.
Good love for my loving mother!
Ah, mom.
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 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.
Ah, 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 out to you for a thorn,
Now that I'm wearing a police uniform, 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 gift 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 rapids, not waterfalls,
It is an ancient well that can't sing among flowers and trees.
Meng Jiao's ode to a wanderer
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Bai Juyi's "Selected Poems of Yan"
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.
Wang Anshi's Tenth Five-Year Plan
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade.
When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
Jiang Shiquan's Home at the End of the Year
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home.
Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it.
I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
Song Lingyun's Father Memory
Wu's book is broken. What do you hate everywhere?
The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and has borrowed the wind to ask for daily life several times.
Yu Gong's Missing Mother
First frost, Lu Hua, tears wet her skirt, bald and helpless.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
Ni Ruizhen's Mother Memory
The river is too wide to sail, so I don't know if it is safe.
When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more!
Mubiezi
Tang Bai Juyi
Mother, son, son, mother,
There was no light during the day and I cried bitterly.
……
It's not sad enough to welcome the new and abandon the old.
Sad to stay at your home for two children.
Walking for the first time, sitting for the first time,
Sitting there crying and grabbing at other people's clothes.
With your new elegance,
My mother and son are separated.
Not as good as the black magpie in the forest,
Mothers don't lose young males and females.
Poetry of Thanksgiving for Mother 10 Mother's Birthday
(Author: Bai Juyi)
Mothers are different from children, and children are different from mothers. During the day, there are no lights and crying.
General Guan, an ancient general title, won a new title last year.
Welcome Luoyang as a flower with a gift of 2 million yuan.
New people welcome old people and abandon them. Lotus in the palm is a thorn in the side.
It's not sad to welcome the new and abandon the old, it's sad to leave two children at home.
At first, I walked with my hands. At first, I sat and cried and grabbed people's clothes.
With your new beauty, my mother and son will be separated.
It is best to have a crow and a magpie in the forest, and the mother will not lose the young males and females.
It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind.
Newlyweds, newlyweds, listen to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl.
I hope the general will make contributions and there will be more new people who are better than you.