Maternal love poetry recitation 0 1
"Ode to Mother" Author: Little Mung Bean
The morning light hasn't climbed the hill yet.
The light in the kitchen is already on.
I vaguely looked at the alarm clock.
It was only 3: 30 in the morning.
The growth of three children
It means that you have been eroded by years.
Work silently
In this way, I realized my value.
I've never felt so want to cry.
You are ill on the other end of the phone.
I said, go and have a look.
You said, it's okay.
Remember what you say every time.
People in rural areas are so stubborn.
You will only share happy things with our three sisters.
No matter how poor your family is, you always smile indifferently.
You raised three children with sweat.
You just told me to stay ahead.
When the crops are put away
You are always happy to say that there are more than those in your neighbor's house.
You gave your life to this land.
I gave your children this life, too.
Every time someone says why they are working so hard.
But you laughed and said that your son wanted money for school.
Yes, two of your three daughters are college students.
You are happy every day.
You always said it was the pride of the family.
However, I know this means your efforts.
I want to use some gorgeous words.
But it always feels unreal.
Poor food is the life of you and your father.
Dull sentences may be my idea.
I want to say thank you.
But I know it's a symbol of alienation.
I just want to lean on your leg.
Listen to your singing quietly.
My mother.
In my heart
You are a song.
A song that silently applauds without expecting anything in return.
Poetry recitation about maternal love 02
To my mother: morning in the ocean
When I was born,
I was greeted by my mother's tearful smile.
When I cry
What moved me was my mother's gentle little hand.
When I was a toddler
With mom's encouraging eyes.
When I grow up,
What protects me is my mother's meticulous care.
When I travel far away
What worries me is my mother's eternal love.
Poetry recitation about maternal love 03
Mom, can you hear me calling? Author: Zhuo
Shh! Listen.
Listen quietly.
A helpless voice came from the east.
He's on the phone.
squeal
Mom, mom
I am eager to return to your warm arms.
I hope to break free from the prison where the wicked are innocent of me.
I can't stand the ravages of the enemy any longer.
I can't stand the abuse of Japanese barbarians anymore.
In the 100 years since I left home.
I will always remember the sweetness of my mother's milk.
I have never forgotten that my mother's arms are called sonorous.
I also remember my name is Yanhuang.
mother
Please tell your brothers and sisters.
My son's name hasn't changed.
Senkaku is just another name to insult me.
My son will always be called Diaoyu Island.
Every drop of blood in my muscles.
Is the blood of China people.
I heard my son not far from the east.
Did I call you?
mother
Can you hear my call?
Mom, mom
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