Please write a poem praising your mother.

mother

Mother is like a lamp in the dark,

When I got lost,

She will guide me to the light.

Mother is like the bright moon on an autumn night.

When I'm lonely and helpless,

She will accompany me and give me confidence.

My mother is always busy for me,

Work hard, no regrets,

On the annual Mother's Day

I want to say, thank you mom!

-This document is for all mothers in the world, rich or poor.

Mom, can you use the hands of dead tree skin?

Brush off the frost that has turned gray on your temples? I know

The bow of the red ribbon bleached the black hair in my memory.

Long time no see. Mother, as if nothing had happened.

Or wriggle a loose tooth gently?

It's neither too tight nor too slow. Laugh in tears

Sing some songs that are still fresh in my childhood.

Memory is the snake of missing. Draw a word

Winding forward, my bitter ink in this life.

Mom, are you still willing to use this cracked tongue core?

Lick my arrogant poison. I am in front of you.

Always a child who doesn't grow up.

So there is a vague topic called maternal love.

It is undoubtedly the stupidest injury to a wanderer.

Mom, you are old. You used to be as famous as chrysanthemums.

The edge of the white porcelain bottle has your residual medicine fragrance.

Plain silk was very popular in the old days. manage

Brushed the heart of love, but still

I can't hide your crazy concern.

The autumn wind has started. Even in the shadow of loneliness, mom

Don't catch cold either. No matter when and where

Sunset depends on a crutch called a child.

And you, on fertile soil.

Seeds covered with vegetation are sprouting and growing.

And I, at the moment. I just want to hear your call.

My real name. In a trance, mother

I seem to be back in the yard, next to the well where I drew water as a child.

Mom, mom

-Mother's Day is dedicated to all mothers in the world.

Your silvery hair, rickety body and lonely figure

You are old.

You associate with neighboring villages.

At the age of 80, he still draws water and cooks himself.

You are still attached to my childhood home.

Hometown of dreams

You have raised our four children all your life.

Four children are the pride of your life.

The pigeons you let go are the concern of your life.

Hope for survival

Every time I mention this to someone,

Zhang Shanliang's face is always full of smiles.

mother

I have been through a lot.

A long-suffering mother

How can a blunt pen write thousands of words?

I'm in love.

Praise mother.

Mother is a big ship.

Take me to the seaside.

Pursuing the mystery of life

Explore the magic of the world

Mother is a high mountain.

All inclusive

Hey, I grow up.

Strengthen my body and mind

Mother is a touching song.

Show me around.

With her beautiful tune

Singing the history of the motherland

Mother is a spring breeze person.

Blow away everything in the world

Yingying's footsteps

Brought great vitality.

Mother is a spring rain.

Moisturize everything on the earth.

Ah! mother

I love you and you will always be my favorite.