`````There are so many. The most representative one should be Bing Xin's "Stars"!
Spring morning
How cute!
The harmonious wind
The strong sleeves
Quiet mood
Seven
Bird in the sky!
Why bother arguing with the companions in the cage
You have it all Your world
July 1
These things——
They are memories that will never fade away
In the Garden of the Moonlight< /p>
Under the leaves of the wisteria
On mother's lap
Qi Er
Western Mountain!
Farewell!
I can’t bear to leave you
But I am suffering from my mother
Mother!
My hair
< p>Drapped on your kneesThis is the silk you gave me
August 1st
Late night!
Please bear with me who is tired
Put down your pen
Have a quiet moment of contact with you
'''''Here are a few paragraphs I picked up and You can check it out for yourself. I also wrote about other things, I wonder if you can use them
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Mom,
< p>The storm in the sky is coming;The bird is hiding in its nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I am hiding in my mother’s nest In arms.
The corn is ripe. Mother's grateful heart
I come from accident, like a piece of dust, who can see my fragility
Where do I come from, where does my love go, who will call me at the next moment< /p>
Although the world is wide, this road is difficult to walk. I have seen all the ups and downs in this world
How much love I still have, how many tears I still have, I want God to know that I will not admit defeat< /p>
A grateful heart, thank you for being with me all my life, giving me the courage to be myself
A grateful heart, thank you for having you, I will cherish it even when the flowers bloom
Mother, I love you
Mother! Mother! I love you. You taught us to endure hardship. You taught us to strive for success
My childhood scenes are often in my dreams. Mother’s love My mother’s kindness will never be forgotten
Even if it’s stormy seas, wind, frost, snow and rain
With your mother, everyone is willing to work hard and become a great person
< p>'''''''Ants crawled over every grain of corn
--It's the mother's finger
Corn yellow becomes a poem
Mother is a bitter poet
The season of reincarnation
The finished product of blood and sweat
The price is as high as the lifeline
Times and appearance
did not carve the scenery outside the mountains
Mother was silent
just
smearing the original indifference and tranquility
''''''''Youzi Yin Mengjiao
The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the body of the wanderer.
Before leaving, I am worried that I will return later.
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
A hymn to my mother
In the breath of spring
This beautiful day
Come to you, to me
My heart is as passionate as the sea
I really want to sing a carol for you
I am not a singer, I am not a poet
I can’t compose moving melodies into poems
I lack flashing inspiration and genius thinking
I feel ashamed that my deepest love cannot be expressed in a trickle
But today,
I want to dedicate a heart song to you
May my song turn into needlework
Sew up your cracked Wounds
May my songs turn into raindrops
Nourish your thirst
May my songs turn into clouds
Provide fragrance to your life
May my song turn into clouds
Reflect the luster of the sun for you
The years will creep up on your forehead, < /p>
Time flies across my shoulders,
the sweet and delicious food,
the warm and soft sweater;
the tireless Teaching;
Connect you to my life.
I finally know that there is something in this world,
more continuous than the water of the Yangtze River,
more breathtaking than the momentum of the Yellow River ;
Tougher and evergreen than the green of pines and cypresses;
That is your love,
your deep love,
selfless love,
my mother.