Poetry or prose about mother

Motherly Love Poems

I am leaving, Mom

When I left

There were tears in my eyes

No looking back

No dare to look back

I know that inadvertently looking back

will make your casual eyes

The bitter smile will I want to stay

I know

You must have a smile on your face

But your heart is crying, mother

In my heart Understand

You just said: Go, my child

When you return home, your mother will be waiting for you

I am leaving, mother

When I left

There were tears in my eyes

I didn’t dare to look back

When I turned around the maple forest in front of the door

You can’t see me anymore

When Fenglin’s wet tears flow out from his heart

You can’t see me anymore

It’s just, mom

I can no longer suppress, no matter how hard it is to stop the thread of tears

I look back, mother

I dare to look back

I I still looked back

Although I can’t see the loess with my tears

But I know

Mom, you are still holding the door and looking at your son

For a long time, I don’t want to look back

How many times have I cried and shouted in my dreams

Mom, I want to go home

How many times have I seen my mother in my dreams?

You use your warm hands to gently

touch my crying wounds

Oh, mother

I know, you have always Behind me

With encouraging eyes

With hopeful eyes

With a waiting smile...

I Got it, mom

You have always stood behind me

Whenever I dream back at midnight

There is always a voice: Go, child

When your tired son comes back, my mother will be waiting for you

Go to Heliang to worship your mother, I will be worried for a long time and my eyes will dry up with tears.

It is a miserable snowy night in Chaimen. It is not as good as having a son at this time. none.

---------"Farewell My Mother" Huang Zhongze

Wandering Ziyin (Meng Jiao)

Meng Jiao

The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are on the body of a 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.

Mother is like a bright light in the dark night.

When I lose my way,

she will guide me and illuminate me.

Go to the light,

Mother,

Mother is like the bright moon in the autumn night,

When I am lonely and helpless,

She will accompany me, support me, and give me confidence.

Mother,

She works hard for me all day long,

works tirelessly,

has no regrets,

So, on this annual Mother’s Day

I want to say,

Thank you, Mom! I love you!

Mother's love (2)

Mountains are not as high as mother's love;

The sea is not as deep as mother's love;

The sky is vast without mother's love;

The earth is without mother's love and tolerance;

The sun is without mother's love and warmth;

The clouds are without mother's love. Love is white;

Flowers are not as brilliant as mother’s love.

Mom

Who puts on clothes for us when we are cold?

Who cooks for us when we are hungry?

Who encourages us when we fail;

is happy for us when we succeed?

She is not a robot; she is not a computer,

She is my mother.

My mother is not Santa Maria,

nor Jesus,

not even God,

but she is as gentle as Santa Maya , Kind

As loving as Jesus,

As wise as God.

Ah! Mom is so great!

Love

Perhaps time has taken away your splendor,

leaving you with the paleness of your hair,

but it will never take away your beauty. Your kind smile?

Mom, on this special day,

please allow me to offer my most sincere gratitude!

Happy Mother’s Day.

Words

My beloved mother,

I can’t finish what I want to say,

I can’t finish what I want to write,

Everything,

It’s all in words.

Angel of spring

Mother is like an angel of spring,

bringing warm spring breeze,

bringing silk-like flowers The light rain blows into the heart of the child,

understands the child's needs,

this loving angel,

takes care of the child life,

Protecting the safety of children,

Saving everything,

No matter how bad we are,

Mother is an angel ,

still has the capacity of the sea,

to tolerate us.

Mother's love is like a piece of candy

Mother's love,

is like a piece of candy,

wrapped in nagging,

Hidden in the scolding,

I was asked to search here and there,

until I became sensible,

I didn’t find it.

Poetry in praise of mother

Author: Anonymous Source of article: Unknown Number of hits: 3491 Update time: 2006-3-5

Every drop of tear cuts another Suture

Deep me out of the eyes

A red candle that has never been extinguished

In the wind and rain

Set a Life blooms in the flames

Pray silently for life of flesh and blood

Can you hear my cry from ancient times to the present

The dry nest is a simple one luggage

So much milk-soaked rain and dew

filled my morning land

I started on the road

walking The posture is like a bouquet beside you

Sacrifice flowers

(2)

The mother who lives on water

Making milk as water Mother

Rivers grow from your hands

The ancient ship that cleanses my heart

My blind eyes spit out fire

Paddle and shake

The sun rolls over steel

Refining a pair of pearls in a dream

Like stars lighting up lamps

Always pay attention to me and make a blue bridge

From now on

My backbone

The rainbow that forms my soul

After water stands Singing again and lying down

Open the wounds of life and keep the blood

The poet who uses milk as his pen and ink

No concrete home

Sitting on the clouds and chanting to my mother

A sky that never sleeps

Mother, I have wanted to write a poem for you for a long time

But I have written it many times

I still haven’t finished it

Mother, I wrote this poem for you

I don’t know how to start

I don’t know how to end

I don’t know what to write

It’s like facing your harsh slap when I was a child

I I don’t know whether I should accept it bravely

or choose to escape

Mother, I think of you again tonight

I decided to write a poem for you

Even if the writing is not good

Even if you are far away in your hometown

You will never be able to read it...

Mother, if you dream I saw a small white boat in the dream.

Don't be surprised that he fell into a dream for no reason.

This is written by your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes,

Thousands of rivers and mountains, begging him to carry her love and sorrow back home.

——Bing Xin

Your pale fingertips caress my temples

I can’t help but feel as tight as when I was a child

Holding on to your skirt

Oh, mother

To keep your disappearing figure

Although the morning light has cut the dream into wisps of smoke

I still dare not open my eyes for a long time

I still treasure that bright red scarf

I am afraid that washing it will make it lose its uniqueness to you

The warmth

Oh, mother

The passage of time is also ruthless

I am afraid that the memory will also fade

How dare I easily Open its screen

For a thorn I once cried to you

Now wearing a crown of thorns, I dare not

Not a single moan

Oh, mother

I often look up at your photos sadly

Even if the call can penetrate the loess

How dare I alarm you? Sleep

I dare not display the sacrifices of love like this

Although I have written many songs

To the flowers, to the sea, to the dawn

Oh, mother

My sweet and deep yearning

It is not a torrent, not a waterfall

It is impossible to sing among the flowers and trees. Dry Well

——Shu Ting

Mother is as humble as moss,

as majestic as the morning sun,

as soft as the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River,

As strong as a thousand-year-old cold jade,

When you raise your eyes,

She is the bright moon,

When you lower your head,

She is the vast earth.

——Love