Shi Ma, you are the sun at home.

Here are some songs. Mother is ... she gives us infinite warmth, mother is the scorching sun in summer, she gives us strong shock, mother is the sunset in autumn, she gives us colorful life, mother is the sunrise in winter, she gives us infinite hope. Mother (1) Mother is like the sun in winter. She will encourage me, comfort me and warm my heart when I encounter setbacks. Mom, mom is like a bright light in the dark. When I lose my way, she will guide me, illuminate me and walk towards the light. Mom, mom is like the bright moon on an autumn night. When I am lonely and helpless, she will accompany me, support me and give me full confidence. Mom, she is busy all day for me, tireless, no regrets, so on this annual Mother's Day, I want to say, thank you! I love you! Maternal love (2) Mountain is not as high as maternal love; Sea, not as deep as maternal love; God, love without a mother is vast; Naturally, there is no mother's love and tolerance; Sunshine is not as warm as maternal love; Clouds are not as white as maternal love; Flowers are not as brilliant as maternal love. Mom, we are cold. Who will add clothes for us? Who will cook for us when we are hungry? Who encouraged us when we failed? Happy for us when we succeed? She is not a robot; This is not a computer. She is my mother. Mother is not Santa Maria, Jesus or God, but she is as gentle and kind as Santa Maya, as loving as Jesus and as wise as God. Ah! Mom, that's great! Love may take away your grace and make your hair pale, but it will never take away your kind smile? Mom, on this special day, please let me express my sincere thanks! Happy mother's day. I love my mother. I can't finish what I want to say, and I can't finish what I want to write. Everything is in silence. Angel mother in spring, like an angel in spring, brings warm spring breeze and light rain into children's hearts and understands their needs. This loving angel gave everything to take care of the children's lives and protect their safety. No matter how bad we are, the angel mother still has the ocean-like measure to contain us. Motherly love is like a candy. Motherly love is like a candy, wrapped in nagging and hidden in scolding. Let me look around until I understand. The thread in a kind mother's hand makes clothes for her wayward son's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how much love an inch of grass has is three times! Hemerocallis are born in the hall, and wanderers travel all over the world; The loving mother leaned against the hall door, but she didn't see the day lily. Begging poems-Tao Qian's hunger drove me to Sri, knocking at the door, and I didn't know what to do. My master explained the lingering meaning and left it behind. How can you talk about harmony, pour cups, feel happy, know new things and recite words all day long? I don't know why Xie Ming thanked me for this poem blaming my son-Tao Qian's white hair was ruined by his sideburns. Although there are five men who are always not good at writing, Asu has been lazy for 28 years, so he has no horse and is not good at learning and writing. Duan Yong is thirteen, but he is nine, but he is looking for pears and chestnuts, and he is in the cup. My Book-There is a beautiful day in Wang Mian, and there is a day lily in front of the hall. Holding a cup is my mother's birthday, and there is no sound. All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. (Gorky) Motherly love is a great flame. (romain rolland) There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the mother's call. (Dante) A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child sleep in it without sweetness? (Hugo) The sweetest word a person's lips can utter is mother, and the best call is "mother". (Ji Bolun) Motherly love is the greatest power in the world. Everyone is a friend when you succeed. But only mother-she is a partner in failure. (Zheng Zhenduo) How intense, selfish and fanatical maternal love is, occupying our whole hearts. (Duncan) How similar mothers all over the world are! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart. (Whitman) All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. (Gorky) One of the most beautiful things in life is maternal love, which is selfless love, and morality is dwarfed by it. (Japan) Mom, where you are, you are the happiest place (Britain) Everything else in the world is fake and empty, and only mother is real, eternal and immortal. Mother in memory! Dearest lover, you are all my happiness and friendship. (France) How intense, selfish and fanatical maternal love is. (Duncan) In a child's mouth and heart, the mother is God. (British) Motherly love is the best of human emotions, because it is not mixed with luck. (France) Women are fragile, but mothers are strong. (France) Without the help of selfless and self-sacrificing maternal love, children's hearts would be a desert. (British) The little flower of a maternal poem should also look up and thank the spring for its love-... Mom! Were you that spring? -Bing Xin's "Star 102" Contemporary essayist Yu wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... their destination is aging ... The elderly in their twilight years can't help crying for their mothers and can't help but be moved." Thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son; Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how much love there is in that inch-long grass, have you got three rays of spring? Mom! Put aside your sadness and let me sink into your arms. Only you are the destination of my soul. -Bing Xin "Stars 33" These are memories that will never die; In the moonlight garden, under the leaves of vines, on my mother's lap. -Bing Xin's "Star Seventy-one" Mom! 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. -Stars in the Ice Heart 159 Mom, you are the last wall. From wasteland to quicksand, the desert wind in the sunset left nothing behind. Your face is blurred, broken and withered. Not just settling in autumn. Cicada sings far away on the branches of childhood. Voice and atmosphere are the mothers in our memory. My mother, who has only lived for a lifetime, cries in the village, as if we woke up early that night in our last life. The world during the day is too clear, mom. She has given me countless things, O means she is getting old, T means the tears she shed to save me, H means her heart of gold, E means her eyes full of love, and R means she is always right. Yes, her mother's love is always like an idyll, far away and pure, elegant and light; Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural. Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly; Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring. Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter, and maternal love is a yearning for the wandering world. "Children of the world, we must hurry! And your parents are still alive "In fact, it is not only on Mother's Day that you should care about your mother" specially ". 365 days, every day is Mother's Day, and there is no holiday for your mother's care. Moreover, besides your mother, you need to care about your father and all the people in your family who care about you. Mom and dad are the pillars of the family, the source of happiness and the reliance on our life. Maybe you are sleepy at her dinner table; Maybe you are at a loss about the endless expectations for you in her eyes; Maybe you are tired of her nagging about everything you want to ask; Your growth witnessed the death of your mother's youth. Mother's time is like a shrinking shadow hanging over your future. You are embracing glory, but mother is accumulating vicissitudes. Maybe one day, my mother said with emotion, "Son, you are taller than my mother." You will feel that mom's shorter and shorter eyes are mixed with hope and melancholy. On the night of parting, the clock ticks, and my tears flow with your thoughts. The door of memory suddenly washed away the child, and I was naughty and disobedient. I panicked when I saw you crying. But just stand and don't talk. Birthday, when I grow up, I see you with silver hair and tears flowing down with candles. I want to get married again before I can repay you. I see your eyes are full of tears, but I don't know what to say. I've always wanted to tell you the truth. In fact, I didn't want to leave home later, and I finally understood what maternal love was. It's a pity that you have gone, and left this world forever. Later, I finally understood in tears that some people, once they miss it, will not. How do you remember me, smiling or crying? In those years, was there anyone who could keep you from being lonely? On that hazy night, in the summer of eighteen, you looked at me. In the days to come, whenever I feel sad, I will always think of the starlight that night. Never again, there is an unfilial son who loves his mother. Oh, 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 disappearing 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. Mother's years are as ruthless as running water, and she is afraid that her memory will fade. How dare I open its screen easily? Now I'm crying to you for a thorn. Now I wear a watch and dare not moan. Mom, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if I call to penetrate the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this. Although I have written many songs about flowers, sea and dawn, my sweet and tender memories are not rapids or waterfalls, but flowers and trees.