Modern poetry praising mother

"Mother, Hard Work" Author: Gao Mingcheng can leave the body, but people will not leave, just as we will not forget our ancestors and forget our mother. Mother is the quilt on her. Without her, she would feel cold. Mother is the salt in the dish. Without her, life would be dull. Mother must have her pain. The pain of wandering often hangs on her face, interwoven with her children's smiles. Author of Praise for Mother; Gao mingcheng's mother is a big ship, carrying me to the sea, pursuing the mystery of life and exploring the magic of the world; Mother is a high mountain, inclusive, nurturing my growth and strengthening my body and mind; Mother is a touching song, taking me and singing the history of the motherland with her beautiful tune; Mother is a spring breeze, blowing all things in the world and bringing vitality in her steps; Mother is a little spring rain, nourishing all things on the earth, ah! Mom, I love you. You will always be my favorite person. Author of Mother in the Storm; Gao Mingcheng's life is like walking on a stormy road, with his mother at the forefront. Give my mother some umbrellas to protect the children from the wind and rain, and my mother will push them to me. Ah, the child under the umbrella, the mother outside the umbrella, rain is no longer rain, but a drop of happy tears sent by God to the world. "Mother's Love" Author: Gao Mingcheng's mother's love is a pair of long chopsticks, which gives me delicious food; Mother's love is a colorful rubber band, giving me a beautiful braid; Motherly love is an open umbrella to shelter me from the wind and rain; Motherly love is a wonderful story book, telling me beautiful stories; Motherly love is a thin pencil that teaches me to write standardized words; Motherly love is a tear of concern. I was brave enough to have an injection, but my mother was crying with distress. Motherly love is a warm embrace, which makes me fall asleep comfortably. I love you, Mom! "Ode to Mother" Author: Although Zheng's mother is still poor, the children's love for her is unambiguous. We just shouted "Long live mother", and deeper love gushed in our hearts like a volcano. Although the mother is ordinary and useless, she is the real hero in the child's heart. Who can live and how much? Children can keep their mother's kindness in mind. Although the mother speaks softly, she is more important to the children than Mount Tai. She didn't have earth-shattering achievements, but she watered her children's success with her mother. Original publisher: Geng Hui 6 122 My maternal love is like a bright light in the dark. When I lose my way, she will guide me, illuminate me and walk towards the light. My mother is like the bright moon on an autumn night. When I am lonely and helpless, she will accompany me, support me and give me full confidence. Mom, she is busy all day for me, tireless, no regrets, so on this annual Mother's Day, I want to say, thank you! I love you! Maternal love (2) Mountain is 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. Mom, we are cold. Who will add clothes for us? 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; This is not a computer. She is my mother. Mother is not Santa Maria, Jesus or God, but she is as gentle and kind as Santa Maya, as loving as Jesus and as wise as God. Ah! Mom, that's great! Love may take away your grace and make your hair pale, 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. I love my mother. I can't finish what I want to say, and I can't finish what I want to write. Everything is in silence. Angel mother in spring, like an angel in spring, brings warm spring breeze and light rain into children's hearts and understands their needs. This loving angel gave everything to take care of the children's lives and protect their safety. No matter how bad we are, the angel mother still has the ocean-like measure to contain us. Motherly love is like a piece of candy. Motherly love praises mother. Mother is a big ship, carrying us to the sea, pursuing the mystery of life and exploring the world. Mother is a magical mountain, which contains everything to raise us to grow and be strong. Our physical and mental mother is a touching song, which takes us around the world with her beautiful tunes and sings the history of the motherland. Mother is the spring breeze that blows everything in the world and brings vitality between steps. Mother is a spring rain, nourishing everything on the earth! Mom, I love you, and you are my eternal love = = a hymn to my mother. When I was a child, I heard that the moon is like a mother, the stars in the sky are all her children, and the stars are like many brothers and sisters, loving each other in a big family. My mother was speechless when she traveled for the first time after growing up. You sewed the clothes with your own hands, and even your selfless heart like the moon and all your love were put into my bag. In that starry dream, how many times did you cover the quilt that fell on one side for me, and the tears I missed knocked on the road under my feet. Every tear is a poem praising mother. Under the blue sky, countless treasure gourds emerged from the hot spring pool, and their blood was like a flood. You instantly cracked a password set in hell and signed for our first visit to the earth in the album "Great Love on Earth". This is the classic philosophy of pain and happiness. This is a choice between life and death. This is a tragic * * *. Lyrics that fly by-1) Your greatness condenses my flesh and blood, and your greatness shapes my soul. Your life is a journey of love. You weave a calendar with beautiful rings that smell of ink. Every year, I spend my time in your affection and play on your shoulders and knees. (2) You are a big tree. Spring depends on you, fantasy depends on you, summer depends on you, prosperity depends on you, autumn depends on you, and winter depends on you to meditate on your tall and broad crown. The fields will never be deserted, mother, you gave me life. You are the land where I grew up. When I am sad, you are my comfort. When I am depressed, you are hope. When I am weak, you are the shelter from the wind and rain in your little harbor. You have broadened my horizons. You are my best friend forever, the driving force of life. (4) You bend down, protect you with love and care, and show your clever mind to the fullest. (5) Your energetic smile is strong. Your boiling blood keeps flowing. ) Let me immerse myself in your joy, let me enjoy your warmth, let me revel in your arms and snuggle up in your arms. (6) There are faint poems in the long clouds, and there are continuous feelings in the poems. There are deep feelings and deep feelings. If my mother is rain, then I am the rainbow after the rain. If my mother is the moon, then I am the star holding the moon. I am the ideal fruit of my mother's growth. When I grow up, my mother's black hair shines like frost on a maple leaf. I deeply kissed the traces of those years. J) `Give you my heart. (9) May fragrance and mellow fragrance haunt your life _ May my laughter fill your brow like a silver bell. May all my blessings rub into your heart. A green leaf is full of its friendship with the root. An ode condensed my love for you. "Let the flowers in your heart bloom like clouds, and let the fragrance accompany you." 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 an inch of grass has is three times! "Paper Boat" Bing Xin I never refused to throw away a piece of paper, but kept it all the time-folded it into a boat and threw it into the sea. Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I still don't give up and fold every day. I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go. Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home. Mother is as gentle as the moon and her eyes are like the moon; Her heart is as clear as the moon. Mother is like the moon. She brought good wishes to my sweet dream. She let me know that I look forward to tomorrow's happiness.