Love mom's short poem recitation

1, "Poem for Mother" by Bing Xin? Mom, 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, how to end or how to write this poem for you, just like when I was a child, I didn't know whether to accept it bravely or choose to avoid 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 will never read it in your hometown ... Mom, if you see the little white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he will dream for no reason. This is your beloved daughter, Qian Shan, with tears in her eyes, begging him to bring her love and sadness home. 2. Author: Shu Ting, mother, your pale fingertips care for my sideburns. Oh, mother, in order to keep your drifting figure, although the morning light has cut your 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. Oh, mother, isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless? I'm afraid my memory will fade, too How can I easily open its screen? I cried and asked you to stab me. Now I'm wearing a jingguan, and I dare not * * *. Oh, mom, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if the call can penetrate the loess, how can I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love in this way, although I have written many songs for flowers, sea and dawn. Oh, mother, my sweet and deep memory is not a torrent or a waterfall, but a dry well that can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees. 3, "Motherly Love" Author: Feng Ming is a ray of warm sunshine, the arrival of every day in the four seasons, like a spring breeze, let all emotions wake up from hibernation. It is a feeling of life, emitting the fragrance, sensibility and sweetness of life. Undoubtedly, it is a kind of willing love. Even if the wind wrinkles the sky of time, even if the rain wets the years of youth, even if the soul is beaten by peaks and valleys, what is more reliable than this? You don't have to say anything to know that only true love is selflessly waiting for you here. 4. "Ah, Mother" Author: Shu Ting Your pale fingertips touch my temple, and I can't help but hold on to your skirt as I did when I was a child. Ah, mother, in order to keep your drifting figure, although the morning light has cut your 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. Ah, mother, isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless? I'm afraid my memory will fade, too How can I easily open its screen? I cried to you about a thorn, and now I am wearing a crown of thorns, but I dare not say a word. Ah, mom, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if the call can penetrate the loess, how can I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the gift of love like this, although I have written many songs for flowers, the sea and the dawn. Ah, mother, my sweet and deep memory is not a torrent or a waterfall, but an ancient well that can't sing in the shade of flowers and trees. 5, "To Mother" Author: Jane if I were a bird, you are my habitat. I will build a nest in your nest, crow in your nest, and you will shelter me from the wind and rain. You will block your warm nest, feed my feathers and hide my wings. The wind is your solid love nest, holding up my wings, flying high above the ocean, singing in the wind and flying in the rain. Wherever I fly, you are always attached to my home. In the short ten minutes of cooking longevity noodles for you, slow fire seems to convey an emotion about memories. In the past, just like those yellow but exquisite black and white pictures in movies, from the first day you were born to now, I never seemed so old, and I will never be so young again. In this ten-minute memory, life has passed for many years. If the water doesn't stop, I think you can look back at this time, perhaps waiting for the soul you left too soon. My child, one day, mom will leave you. Please don't be sad, and don't be afraid. You should listen carefully and remember what your mother said to you. From the moment you were born, our hearts were closely linked. Mom held back all the pain, didn't cry, but shed tears when you cried for the first time. Although my mother never had a complete sleep again, when you called me "mom" for the first time, you took the first step in your life with a trembling smile and ran into my arms for the first time. No matter how tired you were, it melted in an instant. When you put on your schoolbag for the first time, broke away from your mother's hand and walked into the campus alone, when you returned the prize to your mother as a gift for the first time, when you bought her a bunch of flowers on Mother's Day for the first time, her mother couldn't help crying and smiled unnaturally. And when one day, you finally understand love and bring your lover to your mother for the first time, please don't care about my sudden sadness. My child, I sincerely hope you are happy, but I'm afraid she can take care of you as carefully as her mother. In those days when your child was learning to walk, mom's legs and feet had begun to get a little out of control. Sometimes it not only makes me timid and anxious. (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, relying on you in spring, dreaming that summer is prosperous and autumn is mature. In winter, I lean on you and meditate on your tall and broad crown ~ so that the fields will never be barren. Mom, you gave me life. You are the land where I grew up. (3) When I am sad, you are 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. (4) You bend over to protect you with love and care, and show your bright heart. Exuberant energy, strong smile, and your boiling blood running endlessly (5) Let me immerse myself in your joy, enjoy your warmth, indulge in your arms, snuggle up in your arms (6) There are faint poems in the long clouds, and there is continuous love and affection in the faint poems (7) If my mother is rain, I am a rainbow after the rain, if my mother is the moon, I am. Star mother is the root of my growth, and I am the ideal fruit of my mother. (8) When I grow 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 fragrance and fragrance haunt your life _ May my silvery laughter fill your brow _ May all my blessings rub into your heart, and 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, and let the fragrance accompany you through the long years of reading poetry-mother's hand, every wrinkle on her hand, for me, is a colorful dress and shoes. Royal spring and winter roars in mother's hands. Fingers are thin. They are steel pillars fighting in the spotlight of years. Mother's hands open stiff joints, propping up the colorful between sunrise and sunset. It is these hands that salvage happiness in ordinary days and smooth my locked brow in loss. It is these hands that weave colorful colored silks under the dim light. At the moment, winter has come, I have turned a blind eye, but my mother has no eyes. My hands stand in front of my eyes like ten fingers, trembling in my heart. It's winter now, and I've already turned a blind eye. Only my mother's hand stood in my heart like a finger peak, trembling in front of my eyes. My mother is like a bright light at night. When I lose my way, she will guide me, illuminate me and walk towards the light. My mother 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! Mountain, 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. Who will dress us when we are cold? 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!