Poetry about mother is modern 1. Complete works of modern mother's poems
1、
Mom!
Put aside your troubles,
Let me fall into your arms,
Only you are the destination of my soul.
-"Stars"
2、
Mom!
My hair,
Put it on your knee,
These are countless bunches of roses you gave me.
-"Stars"
3、
Little flower,
I want to look up, too,
Thanks for the love of spring-
However, this far-reaching gift,
This finally silenced her.
Mom!
Were you that spring?
-"Stars"
4、
Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hides in its nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms.
-"Stars"
5、
There are faint poems in the long clouds.
There is continuous love in a faint poem.
There is affection in constant love.
Affectionate and meaningful.
6、
Let me immerse myself in your joy.
Let me enjoy your warmth.
Let me be intoxicated in your arms
Let me snuggle up in your arms
7、
You are a big tree.
Spring depends on your fantasy.
Summer depends on your prosperity.
Autumn is bad for you.
Rely on your meditation in winter
Your tall, broad canopy
Let the fields never be barren.
Mom, you gave me life.
You are the land where I grew up.
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The author of Stars in Spring is Bing Xin, a famous essayist, writer and educator in modern China. Bing Xin was originally named Xie Wanying.
The Star is a collection of poems, consisting of 164 short poems. Bing Xin believed in "the philosophy of love" all her life, and she thought that "with love, there is everything".
Bing Xin praised maternal love, human love and childlike innocence. At the same time, she also praised nature, especially the sea she was familiar with as a child. Praising nature, childlike innocence and maternal love has become the eternal theme of Bing Xin's life creation. Its theme is: maternal love, nature, innocence and life.
Star, published in 1923, is the first collection of poems created by Bing Xin. Most of the works are beautiful and crystal-clear poems praising nature, maternal love, innocence and great love on earth. These are the natural brewing of the poet's life, feelings and thoughts. Bing Xin's childhood grew up in the embrace of nature.
Her pure soul was soaked in blue sky and sea and maternal love, and her girlhood was deeply influenced by traditional education in China and western missionary schools, so the philosophy of maternal love, human love and natural love was strengthened and deified.
However, the stormy May 4th Patriotic Movement and the New Culture Movement gave her a new baptism of "political" consciousness. The collision of eastern and western cultures will naturally spark in her life and thoughts.
References:
Baidu encyclopedia-starry sky spring
2. Modern maternal love poems
1, "Mom" Your pale fingertips care about my temple. I can't help holding on to your skirt like when I was a child. My mother tried to keep you from disappearing. 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. My mother's years are as ruthless as the running water, fearing that my memory will fade. How dare I open its screen easily? I cried 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 for penetrating the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this. Although I wrote many songs for flowers, the sea and the dawn, my sweet and deep memory, mother, is not a torrent, not a waterfall, but a dry well that can't be sung among the flowers and trees. 2. There is a saying that is the kindest and a phone call that is the most beautiful. There is one person who should be grateful most. She is "mother" and he is "father" My mother has thick hands. She touched my father lightly and he bent down. She gave my father bright eyes and his wrinkles deepened. He gave me beautiful youth, let me listen to my mother's earnest words and face my father's deep eyes. We have long been used to this kind of care and take it for granted.
I gradually forgot to be moved and forgot to say thank you. 3. "Parents' love" Parents' love is like a cup of strong tea, which needs us to savor it carefully.
If maternal love is a ship, it carries us from adolescence to maturity; Then fatherly love is a sea, which gives us a happy harbor. If the mother's true feelings ignite the hope in our hearts; Then my father's love will be our sail.
4. "Grateful heart, stay in my heart" Leaves are floating in the air, composing a grateful movement, which is the gratitude of the tree to the earth that nourishes it; Baiyun floats in the blue sky, drawing pictures of people, which is Baiyun's gratitude to the blue sky that raised it. We grew up bathed in the sunshine of love, we moistened the true feelings of the world, thanked our parents and gave us precious lives; Thanks to the teacher for giving us the ability to learn; Thanks to our friends for their sincere help; Thanks to the school, it has given us a harmonious growth environment.
Thanks to in my heart forever.
3. Modern mother poems
A song dedicated to mother
Stepping on the breath of spring
This beautiful day
Fuck you and fuck me.
My heart is as warm as the sea.
I really want to sing a carol for you.
I am neither a singer nor a poet.
I can't write a melody or sing a poem.
I lack flash inspiration and genius thinking.
I am ashamed that the deepest love can't be explained by a trickle.
But today,
I want to present a heart song for you.
May my song become a needle and thread.
Sew up the split wound for you.
May my songs turn into raindrops.
Moisten throat and quench thirst.
May my songs turn into clouds.
Bring fragrance to your life.
My original song turned into a cloud.
Refracting the luster of the sun for you
it's you
Gave me a beating pulse.
it's you
Gave me the joy of my childhood.
it's you
Teach me to take my time in adversity
2. Mother
Years climb on your forehead,
Time flies on my shoulders,
In the morning light, you smile,
There are still many vicissitudes,
Hold up my soft wings.
That sweet and delicious meal,
A warm and soft sweater;
Tireless teaching;
The complex of life is closely connected with me,
After being dissolved in the blood,
In the bone marrow,
In my heart,
Your love touched me.
I finally know that there is one thing in this world,
Richer than the water in the Yangtze River,
More thrilling than the Yellow River;
Tougher and evergreen than the green of pine and cypress;
That's your love,
Your deep love,
Selfless love,
My mother.
Step 3: Hands
I don't understand everything you gave me.
You polish my eyes.
So the world opened before my eyes.
I started walking up and down this strange street.
But you can always see a pair of big hands protecting and guiding.
I am chasing these big hands and stroking their vicissitudes covered by history.
However, I can't help sighing about the lost time.
It's these eager eyes.
You never stop, you must keep going.
I don't know what the destination is.
Your soul has left your body.
Does the soul not feel tired?
The world will eventually be gathered by eyes.
The street you walk on will no longer be strange.
Looking at those beautiful big hands, my eyes blurred.
4. Modern mother poems
1, a poem dedicated to mother
Modern Times: Bing Xin
Mom, I have long wanted to write a poem for you.
But I wrote it many times, but I still didn't write it well.
Mom, I don't know how to start this poem written for you.
I don't know how to end it or what to write.
Just like when I was a child, I slapped you hard. I don't know whether to accept it bravely or choose to escape.
Mom, I thought of you again tonight, and I decided to write a poem for you.
Even if you write badly, even if you are far from home, you will never read it. ...
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream.
Don't be surprised that he dreamed for no reason. Your beloved daughter folded it with tears in her eyes.
Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.
2. Homesickness
Modern: Yu Guangzhong
When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp.
I'm here and my mother is there.
When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket.
I'm here and the bride is there.
Later, homesickness became a temporary grave.
I'm outside and my mother is inside.
Now, homesickness is a shallow strait.
I am here and the mainland is there.
3. This life
Modern: Yu Guangzhong
My most forgetful cry is twice,
Once, at the beginning of my life,
Once, at the end of your life.
The first time, I don't remember,
I heard what you said,
The second time, you don't know.
It's no use telling me.
But between these two cries,
There is endless laughter,
Time and time again,
Reverberated for 30 years,
You know, I remember.
4. Oh, Mom
Author: Shu Ting
Your pale fingertips touch my temple,
I can't help it, just like when I was a child,
Hold on to your skirt.
Oh, mom,
In order to keep your aging figure,
Although the morning light cuts dreams into smoke,
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf,
Afraid that cleaning will make it,
Lose your unique warmth.
Oh, mom,
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless,
I'm afraid my memory will disappear,
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now with the crown of thorns,
I dare not,
I dare not moan.
Oh, mom,
I often look up at your photos sadly,
Even if the call can 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,
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Oh, mom,
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
Not rapids, not waterfalls,
It's a dry well, and I can't sing in the shade of flowers and trees.
5. Golden Flower
Modern Tagore
If I become a golden flower,
For fun,
Growing on tall branches,
Swinging in the air with a grin,
Dancing on the new leaves again,
Mom,
Will you know me?
If you shout:
"son,
Where are you? "
I was snickering there,
Without a word.
5. Modern poems about mom
Modern poems about mothers are: 1. Mother is like a light in the dark. When I lose my way, she will guide me to the light.
My mother is like the bright moon on an autumn night. When I am lonely and helpless, she will accompany me and give me full confidence. My mother is busy for me all day, tireless, and has no regrets. On this annual Mother's Day, I want to say thank you! Mom, can you brush off the frost that has turned gray on your temple with the hand of dead tree skin? I know that the bow of the red ribbon bleached the black hair that I remember for a long time.
Mom, as if nothing had happened, you can still gently twist your loose teeth. Singing songs with fresh childhood memories, laughing and crying, memories are snakes of missing.
Draw a word and move forward in a zigzag way. My mother, who has residual pain in this life, still licks my arrogant poison with this cracked tongue core. I will never grow up in front of you, so a vague topic called maternal love is undoubtedly a wanderer and the most stupid person who hurts his mother. You used to be as famous as chrysanthemum, and you are old. There are still some fragrant silk on the edge of the white porcelain bottle.
I have brushed my love heart in sports, but I still can't hide your concern. The crazy autumn wind has begun. Even in the lonely shadow, mom, don't catch cold.
No matter when and where, the sunset depends on a crutch called a child. You, the seeds covered with vegetation on fertile soil are sprouting and growing, and I, at this moment. I just want to hear you call my name.
In a trance, mother, I seem to have returned to the yard and the well where I drew water when I was a child. 2. Mom, mom, your silver hair, rickety body and lonely figure are all old. You are interacting with neighboring villages. You are 80 years old, and you still fetch water and cook by yourself. You still cling to my childhood dream hometown. It is the pride of your life to raise our four children all your life. The pigeons you let go are the concern of your life. Every time I mention being kind to people, the hope of survival is always full of smiles. Mom, how can my blunt pen write thousands of words? 3. praise my mother. My mother is a big ship, carrying me to the sea, pursuing the mystery of life and exploring the world. My mother is a magical mountain, which embraces everything, nurtures my growth and makes me strong. My Mother is a touching song, which took me all over the country and sang the history of the motherland with her beautiful tunes. My mother is a spring breeze, which blows everything in the world and brings great vitality. My mother is a spring rain, nourishing everything on the earth! Mom, I love you. You will always be my favorite. There is an unfathomable place in my heart that I have never asked. You are the fire of hope, illuminating my future and giving me hope. In every dark night, I am worried about you. Every cold night, you give me endless warmth. It is raining in the sky, and every drop of rain is telling.
Your pale fingertips touch 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. My mother's years are as ruthless as the running water, fearing that my memory will fade. How dare I open its screen easily? I cried 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 for penetrating the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this. Although I wrote many songs for flowers, the sea and the dawn, my sweet and soft memory, mother, is not a torrent, not a waterfall, but a dry well that flowers and trees can't sing. Mother's life in the storm is like walking on the road with frequent storms, and her mother is at the forefront. Let some umbrellas protect her children from the wind and rain, and my mother pushed them to me. Ah, the child under the umbrella, the mother outside the umbrella, the rain is no longer rain, but a drop of happy tears that God gave to the world. Mom, the body of those who have worked hard can leave. Just as we will never forget our ancestors and our mother, our mother is the quilt on our body, without which we will feel cold. Our mother is the salt in vegetables. Without her, life would be tasteless. Our mother must have her pain. The pain of wandering often hangs on her face, intertwined with our children's smiles.
6. Modern maternal love poems
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.
If the creator has only one blissful promise of eternal life, I will sincerely beg: "I am in my mother's arms, my mother is in the boat, my mother!" " Put aside your sadness and let me sink into your arms. Only you are the destination of my soul. Xiaohua also wants to look up and thank the love of spring. However, her deep kindness finally silenced her.
Mom! Were you that spring? Earth, my mother Author: Guo Moruo Earth, my mother! It's dawn. You held the baby in your arms and shook it. Now I'm climbing on your back. Earth, my mother! I took me with me in this paradise.
You are still in the ocean, playing some music to soothe my soul. Earth, my mother! I used to, now and in the future, eat you, wear you and live with you. How can I repay your kindness? Earth, my mother! From now on, I don't want to live at home often. I will always show my filial piety to you in the open air.
Earth, my mother! What I envy is your dutiful son, the farmer in that field. They are the nannies of all mankind, and you will always take care of them. Earth, my mother! What I envy is your dutiful son, the worker in the charcoal pit. They are Prometheus of all mankind, and you always hug them.
Earth, my mother! I think except farmers and workers, everyone is the black sheep and grandson, and I am also your black sheep and grandson. Earth, my mother! I envy all the plants, my compatriots and your descendants, who enjoy their lives freely, independently and healthily with the land.
Earth, my mother! I envy all animals, especially earthworms-I just don't envy the birds in the air: they want to fly in the air without you. Earth, my mother! I don't want to fly in the air, I don't want to ride a car, ride a horse, wear socks and shoes, I just want to go barefoot and be blind with you forever.
Earth, my mother! You are my real witness. I don't believe that you are just a bubble of dreams. I don't believe that I am just an ignorant person. Earth, my mother! We were all born in Yi Yin. I don't believe there is a father in heaven.
Earth, my mother! I think everything in the universe is your incarnation: thunder is the sound of your breathing, and rain and snow are the soaring of your blood. Earth, my mother! I think the ethereal celestial sphere is just a mirror of your makeup. The sun during the day and the moon shadow at night are just your own virtual shadow in the bright mirror.
Earth, my mother! I think all the planets in the sky that day were just virtual shadows of our biological eyeballs; I only believe that you are proof of sex. Earth, my mother! In the past, I was just a baby without knowledge. I only know that I long for your kindness. I don't know your kindness, and I don't know how to repay it.
Earth, my mother! From now on, I know your kindness. I drink a glass of water, I know it's your milk and my life soup. Earth, my mother! I listened to all the voices and smiled. I know this is your song, especially to comfort my soul.
Earth, my mother! Everything in front of me is floating vividly. I know it's your dance, especially to comfort my soul. Earth, my mother! I feel the fragrance and color of everything, and I know it's a gift from you, especially to comfort my soul.
Earth, my mother! My soul is your soul. I will strengthen my soul and repay your kindness. Earth, my mother! From now on, I will repay your kindness. I know you love me, but you still have to work for me. I will learn from your work and never stop! Earth, my mother! From now on, I will repay your kindness. I will raise myself and my brothers and sisters with my own blood.
Earth, my mother! The sun in the sky, the shadow in your mirror, shines brightly in the sky. From now on, I will also shine my inner light in all directions. Dayan and my nanny Ai Qing Dayan are my nanny.
Her name is the name of the village where she was born She is a child bride, Dayanhe, my nanny. I am the son of the landlord; He is also the son of Dayan River, and grew up eating Dayan River's milk.
Dayanhe raised me in her family. I was raised by your milk. Dayanhe, my nanny. Dayan River, I saw the snow today, which reminds me of you: your grassy grave under the pressure of snow, the dead Wafi under the eaves of your closed former residence, your garden pawned by a square foot, the mossy stone chair in front of your door, Dayan River, I saw the snow today, which reminds me of you.
You hold me in your arms with your big palm and touch me; After you set up the stove, after you took off the charcoal ash from the apron, after you tasted the rice and cooked it, after you put the black sauce bowl on the black table, after you mended the clothes cut by thorns on the hillside of your sons, after you wrapped the hands of the children cut by wooden knives, after you strangled the lice on their shirts one by one, after you picked up the first egg today. I am the landlord's son. After I finished eating all the milk in Dayan River, my parents took me home.
Ah, Dayanhe, why are you crying? I'm a new guest at my parents' house! I touched the furniture carved with red paint. I touched the golden pattern on my parents' bed. I just looked at the plaque I didn't recognize on the eaves. I touched the silk and shell buttons of the newly changed clothes. I looked at my unfamiliar sister in my mother's arms. I sat on a painted kang stool with a brazier. I ate three times of ground rice. I was so embarrassed. Because of me, I became a new guest at my parents' house. Dayanhe, in order to make a living, after she sucked the milk dry, she began to work with her arms around me; She smiled and washed our clothes. With a smile on her face, she went to the frozen pond near the village with a vegetable basket. With a smile on her face, she cut radish with ice chips. With a smile on her face, she took out the wheat that the pig ate with her hand.
7. Five ancient and modern maternal love poems
Li Shangyin who sent his mother home.
I was trapped in prison when I parked the car.
Feeling from this, sadness and tears stuck in the throat.
Fang's mother is seriously ill and wants to be a famous doctor.
The bus is very urgent today, so it is difficult to stop!
Motherly love has nothing to report, what can life expect!
Wang Anshi
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade.
When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
Mu Yi Niruizhuo
The river is too wide to sail, so I don't know if it is safe.
When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more!
Mo Xuantu Wang Mian
The first part Xuan Mo Tu
Brilliant day lily flowers, Luosheng North Hall.
The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit?
A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.
May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful.
Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.
The second part is Xuan Mo Tu.
Hemerocallis is born in Beitang, and its color is fresh and good.
What if I drink too much?
Is the son of man filial to his heart in honor and love?
It rained and frosted last night, and the river was old.
The wanderer didn't return, and his heart was pounding.
Who is Han Yu's son?
Who is not crazy, who is not crazy, who will go to the palace to call the Taoist priest?
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn.
Cui Mei's bride, twenty years old, sent her home and cried all over the city.
Or Yun wants to learn to fight, Mu Biqiang.
It's also vulgar and ordinary, risking your position.
Although there are legends about immortals, everyone who knows them knows their falsehood.
Sages can be bullied, but how can they die of poverty?
Alas, Yu Xincheng is my brother, and I am willing to teach in the end.
It's never too late to punish a hundred strategies.
Whose relatives and friends can pity me and write as if I'm here to deliver it?
Empty sikong rabbit
A mother failed to teach, and three yuan was sent to the kettle.
Shao Yunyun vulgar stop Yao color, Luan River low flying brush treasure furnace.
8. Modern poems describing mothers
mother love
mother love
It is the communication and fusion of blood and pulse.
It is the blessing of the child and the pain of the mother.
mother love
Like the spring wind.
She gave it a gentle brush.
The earth will be green.
mother love
It is a cloud in the sky.
Always let the scorching sun
Go through her first.
Give the earth wind, rain and peace.
mother love
This is the sunset after the rain.
Always let the washed earth
Lying in your arms and never giving up.
Write colorful life dreams in the high sky.
Mom, for a long time
I just want to write a poem for you.
But I wrote it many times.
I haven't written it yet
Mom, I wrote this poem for you.
I don't know how to start.
I don't know how to end it.
I don't know what to write.
It's like slapping you hard when you were a child.
I don't know whether to accept it bravely.
Or should I choose to escape?
Mom, I thought of you again tonight.
I decided to write a poem for you.
Even if it's not well written
Even if you are far from home.
Never read ...
9. Modern maternal love poems
Selected poems of Bing Xin
Paper boat-send it to mom
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Keep it forever
Keep it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I am still not discouraged, folding every day,
I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan, please ask him to come back with her love and sorrow!
mother love
mother love
It is the communication and fusion of blood and pulse.
It is the blessing of the child and the pain of the mother.
mother love
Like the spring wind.
She gave it a gentle brush.
The earth will be green.
mother love
It is a cloud in the sky.
Always let the scorching sun
Go through her first.
Give the earth wind, rain and peace.
mother love
This is the sunset after the rain.
Always let the washed earth
Lying in your arms and never giving up.
Write colorful life dreams in the high sky.
: maternal love
Maternal love is the eternal theme of human beings.
We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations.
There is no soul-stirring historical epic, no shocking reversal of stormy waves, and a mother's love is like a spring rain, a clear song that moistens things silently for a long time.
Yu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... Their destination is aging ... It is impossible for the elderly in their twilight years to cry out for their mothers without moving people, and they have to wander without calling out for their return."
Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. With the children sipping and sipping, it is endless. Therefore, the lingering maternal love is integrated into the children's laughter and tears.
Motherly love is 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 a wandering yearning. Motherly love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sickbed. Motherly love is the ardent expectation of their children's growth.
Mother is a big ship.
Take us to the seaside.
Pursuing the mystery of life
Explore the magic of the world
Mother is a high mountain.
All inclusive
Feed us to grow.
Enhance our physical and mental health.
Mother is a touching song.
Take us around the world
With her beautiful tune
Singing the history of the motherland
Mother is a spring breeze person.
Blow away everything in the world
Yingying's footsteps
Brought great vitality.
Mother is a spring rain.
Moisturize everything on the earth.
Ah! mother
I love you, and you are my eternal love.
The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. 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 has an inch of grass, and it is reported to be three spring rays. "
A mother who is always in pain and has been ill for a long time, appoints a ditch flow for five years. I was born weak and sour about life. Life is homeless, why is it steaming! "Words sad, sad, generous enough, moved the tears of the next century.