My mother recited the first poem.
There is an umbrella,
Protect me from wind and rain,
For nearly forty years,
That's mom's hands covered with double cocoons.
There is a song,
Singing from middle school to now,
Endless aftertaste,
That's "mom's kiss".
There is a lamp,
Illuminate my confused life path,
With this day,
That's the lamp of hope that my mother lit for me.
There is a feeling that,
Since I was born,
Unswervingly,
It was my mother's unrequited love.
My mother's poetry recitation II
A mother in her sixties.
Sit on the edge of the kang
The Bible in the Hands of Silent Readers
The tiny words are her piety.
Stiff hands turned the pages.
Through her simple reading glasses
But I can't see her bright old eyes.
The XX cream has blown many wrinkles on her face.
Years deprived her of her youth.
Time has put on a mask of vicissitudes for her.
I can't believe it in my heart
My beautiful and kind mother
When I am old, I am a flower.
I looked out the window and prayed silently.
Mom is safe.
My mother's poetry reading the third article
The thin figure is swaying.
In the dim light
The familiar warmth is engraved on my heart.
There is a shallow smile in the frolicking.
Softly pillow my pillow to sleep.
Grow up and go far, leave for a long time.
Let time sigh more and more clearly
Pain and tears are intertwined and ups and downs.
A shallow smile and a soft voice
There is always a chance to hug each other.
Easily resolve and instantly calm your heart.
My mother's poetry recitation article 4
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.
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