Imitate Tagore's Golden Flower and write a poem praising maternal love. speed

Eternal mother

When I first opened my newborn eyes.

The first thing I saw was the incomparable holiness of my mother.

Love eyes and tears of joy-

Staring at you without blinking an eye.

Your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively

But I can't express my feelings, just dancing around.

I am so anxious that you can't help crying loudly.

After many days and nights of cultivation

Sit up straight at last, your little body.

After adjusting EQ and IQ

Never wait, shout out life.

The most precious first sound-mom

This is the most touching original moral.

No matter how many languages there are in the world.

Only this cry is absolutely the same.

No music, no poetry.

It can be more touching than this.

Respondent: Yang Mi, assistant level 2, 4-3 2 1:5 1

I went to worship my mother's river beam, fearing that my tears would flow in vain.

This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.

"Don't be an old mother" Huang Zhongze

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Mother is like a lamp in the dark,

When I got lost,

She will guide me and light me up,

Towards the light,

Mom,

Mother is like the bright moon in autumn night,

When I'm lonely and helpless,

She will accompany me and support me,

Give me confidence.

Mom,

She's been busy for me,

Take great pains,

No regrets,

So, on this annual Mother's Day,

I have to say,

Mom, thank you! I love you!

Motherly love (2)

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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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; Not a computer,

She is my mother.

Mom is not Santa Maria,

Not Jesus,

Not god,

But she is as gentle and kind as Santa Maya.

Full of love like Jesus,

As smart as God.

Ah! Mom, that's great!

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Maybe the years have taken away your grace,

Your pale hair,

But it will never take away your kind smile?

Mom, on this special day,

Please let me express my sincere thanks!

Happy mother's day.

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My dear mother,

I can't say enough,

I can't finish what I want to write,

Everything,

Everything is in silence.

Angel of spring

Mother is like an angel in spring,

Brought a warm spring breeze,

Brought a silky light rain,

Blow into the child's heart,

Understand the needs of children,

This loving angel,

Take care of the children's lives,

Protect the safety of children,

Gave everything,

No matter how bad we are,

Mother, angel,

There is still a lot of data,

Forgive us.

Mother's love is like a piece of candy.

Mother's love,

Like a candy bar,

Pestering and nagging,

Hiding in the curse,

Let me look around,

Before I know it,

Just found it.

A poem praising mother

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Every tear was cut and stitched.

Absorb me from my eyes

A red candle that never goes out.

In the wind and rain

Put a life in full bloom in the flame.

Pray silently for the life of flesh and blood.

Can you hear my crying from ancient times to the present?

A crumpled nest is a simple bag.

So much rain and dew soaked in milk

My morning floor is full.

I am on my way.

Walk like a bunch of people around you.

Sacrifice flowers

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A mother who lives by water

A mother who drinks milk as water.

Rivers grow on your hands.

An ancient ship shook my heart.

My blind eyes burst into flames.

Paddle and shake.

Sun rolled steel.

Refine a pair of pearls in a dream.

Light a lamp like a star

Always pay attention to my blue bridge.

From this time on.

My spine

Arch into the soul-rainbow

When the water stopped, it sang and lay down.

Cut the wound of the day and keep the blood.

A poet who writes with milk.

There is no specific home.

Sit in the clouds and sing for your mother.

A sleepless day.