1. Ode to Mother.
In my heart,
One place is unfathomable,
It never asked,
You are the fire of hope,
Light up my future, give me hope,
Every dark night,
I care about you,
Every cold night,
You give me endless warmth,
It began to rain,
Every drop of rain is telling.
Your pale fingertips touch my temple.
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt
Ah, mom.
In order to keep your fading figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream 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
Ah, mom.
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.
I dare not moan.
Ah, 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.
Ah, mom.
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
Not a torrent, not a waterfall.
It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
2. mom, mom
Your silvery hair, rickety body and lonely figure
You are old.
You associate with neighboring villages.
At the age of 80, he still draws water and cooks himself.
You are still attached to my childhood home.
Hometown of dreams
You have raised our four children all your life.
Four children are the pride of your life.
The pigeons you let go are the concern of your life.
Hope for survival
Every time I mention this to someone,
Zhang Shanliang's face is always full of smiles.
mother
I have been through a lot.
A long-suffering mother
How can a blunt pen write thousands of words?
I'm in love.
3. ode to mother
Mom, can you use the hands of dead tree skin?
Brush off the frost that has turned gray on your temples? I know
The bow of the red ribbon bleached the black hair in my memory.
Long time no see. Mother, as if nothing had happened.
Or wriggle a loose tooth gently?
It's neither too tight nor too slow. Laugh in tears
Sing some songs that are still fresh in my childhood.
Memory is the snake of missing. Draw a word
Winding forward, my bitter ink in this life.
Mom, are you still willing to use this cracked tongue core?
Lick my arrogant poison. I am in front of you.
Always a child who doesn't grow up.
So there is a vague topic called maternal love.
It is undoubtedly the stupidest injury to a wanderer.
Mom, you are old. You used to be as famous as chrysanthemums.
The edge of the white porcelain bottle has your residual medicine fragrance.
Plain silk was very popular in the old days. manage
Brushed the heart of love, but still
I can't hide your crazy concern.
The autumn wind has started. Even in the shadow of loneliness, mom
Don't catch cold either. No matter when and where
Sunset depends on a crutch called a child.
And you, on fertile soil.
Seeds covered with vegetation are sprouting and growing.
And I, at the moment. I just want to hear your call.
My real name. In a trance, mother
I seem to be back in the yard, next to the well where I drew water as a child.
4. "Mother's Day Songs"
In childhood
Motherly love is the cradle.
Mother hummed nursery rhymes.
Shake it, shake it.
I rocked to Waipo Bridge.
When I grow up
Maternal love is a bowl.
Hot egg noodles
And a new cotton-padded coat.
There is heat in my heart
Body warmth
afterwards
Motherly love is just some trivial nagging.
There are thousands of instructions before leaving.
Son, it's good to be at home. It's always difficult to go out.
It's not good to be outside. I miss home.
Just come back early.
Now
Motherly love is the telephone in your hand.
There are also long telephone lines that are pulled.
Home phone number
Wanderers dial their hearts every night.
5. Mother's Day Essay
In full bloom in May
Ushered in the annual Mother's Day.
Looking at bundles of bright red carnations
seem
Saw a kind and lovely mother.
But one day in May,
Not when I was born.
Grandma said
My son's birthday is a painful day for my mother.
In my heart
Only the moment I was born.
It's my mother's day.
only
Few people know.
Few people remember.
however
On this day every year.
But there are many relatives and friends with me.
Spend together
thank you
my dear mother
Thank you for bringing me to a beautiful world.
Let me enjoy the joys and sorrows of the world.
You are my eternal life.
A wonderful song that can't be sung
thank you
my dear mother
Although today is not my mother's day.
But I still
Send you a bunch of beautiful carnations.
Good luck and happiness forever.
6. Mother
Mother is like a lamp in the dark,
When I got lost,
She will guide me to the light.
Mother is like the bright moon on an autumn night.
When I'm lonely and helpless,
She will accompany me and give me confidence.
My mother is always busy for me,
Work hard, no regrets,
On the annual Mother's Day
I want to say, thank you mom!
7. Mother's Day
Turn over
Records of lost songs
When I was a teenager, I drove an ox cart.
Listen to mom's call
Back to the village.
I know
Children's height
Brand these shoes.
The palms are covered with calluses.
I know
The children's laughter
Carve it on
On the forehead of wind and rain
Festival night
Mom's not around.
I listen to the old knocker.
When suddenly knocking at the door.
Mom's eyes
8. Peach blossom language
Peach trees smell like women as soon as they open their mouths.
At the beginning of pink, when I think of my mother, I think of youth.
Standing on the branch, constantly tempting.
Everyone who dares to be ordinary.
And green comes from pink but is higher than pink.
It dares to speak, crisp and gratifying, and mother bends down.
Or stand on tiptoe.
It's all about a closer possibility.
9. Youshui Riverside
You walk around the corner.
The farthest place is in Shen Congwen's book.
Maybe the beauty there lies in the sea.
I used one yuan of water in junior high school.
It took me more than ten years to wash my body in summer.
Your water has never been polluted by me.
There seemed to be no swearing at that time.
Bamboo has always lived by the Youshui River.
Their shadows are thin in a single water.
Hanging like a diaojiao building.
Actually, I stood on tiptoe and looked far away.
Mom actually knows that it's easy to go with the flow.
He who does not advance loses ground. Now the water level of Youshui River is falling.
If you want to go home, you must wait until next year.
10. Mother's Day
Mother's Day
It's raining in Mao Mao.
Mom, are you too busy to have breakfast?
Did father take an umbrella when he went out?
My distant daughter really wants to serve you a bowl of hot porridge and rice.
Mother's Day
Listening to the raindrops falling outside the window
My mother's song fluttered in my ears again.
Father's wheel is still turning rhythmically.
The distant daughter let Yusi bring sincere wishes.
Mother's Day
The rustling rain is accompanied by colored radio waves.
Hold the microphone and feel your smiling face.
What I feel the same way with my mother has been published.
Daughter with inner joy listens to your complaints patiently.
Mother's Day
My daughter really wants to say to her parents: Happy holidays, Mom and Dad.
I know you don't need this artificial wish.
Understand your greatest wish
The children are safe and looking forward to family reunion.
Mother's Day
It is raining in Mao Mao.
I put on light rain boots and put up a small umbrella for the children.
Show them romance in the rain.
Children, you are the angel of your parents and the water of your life.
Mother's Day
Rain is accompanied by smoke from the kitchen.
I filled my in-laws with a bowl full of hot jiaozi.
In-laws are also parents who know the cold and the hot.
Your warmth and coldness are also in my heart.
Mother's Day
My husband is still bumping on the road when he goes out.
Man is a drifting boat, and his home is a harbor.
You work hard and I love you.
Let's create a beautiful home together.
Mother's Day
I really want to go back to my parents.
Don't mention the troubles in work and life to your parents.
I just want to help my mother rinse chopsticks and wash dishes.
Hit my father on the back and rub his shoulder.
365 days a year
Every day is mother's festival.
We play different roles in life.
Find some leisure, find some time.
Put on a smile and want to go home often.
1 1. Mother in the storm
Life is like walking on a stormy road.
Mother is at the front.
Send some umbrellas to protect the children from the wind and rain to their mothers.
Mom pushed it to me again.
Ah, the child under the umbrella,
Mother outside the umbrella,
Rain is no longer rain,
It was a tear of happiness that God sent to the world.
Mom, thank you very much.
The human body can leave,
People don't leave,
Just as we will never forget our ancestors,
Forget about mother.
Mother is the quilt on her body,
She will feel cold without it.
Mother is the salt in the dish,
Life is tasteless without her.
Mother must have her pain.
The pain of wandering,
It often hangs on her face,
Watching the children's laughter intertwined.
12. Praise your mother
Mother is a big ship.
Take me to the seaside.
Pursuing the mystery of life
Explore the magic of the world
Mother is a high mountain.
All inclusive
Hey, I grow up.
Strengthen my body and mind
Mother is a touching song.
Show me around.
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 will always be my favorite.
13. Great maternal love
Pick a bunch of the brightest roses,
With all my dear words to my mother,
Mom said I was stupid,
Roses are flowers that symbolize love.
I don't know,
It is also a flower that the child wants to give to his mother.
I haven't heard my mother tell jokes about my childhood for a long time.
I regret it,
Listen, if you fall asleep.
Mom said, silly boy,
A mother can never finish what she has to say to her children.
Is to sleep in the grave,
You are also my eternal concern.
I got deeper and deeper. This world?
One world.
The pentaphyllum is full of poems.
mother
I am your forced mature child.
The child is wearing a faint tsing yi.
I am a handful of dirt, and you love every aspect of it.
Tonight you sit under the eaves of the country.
Gently wash one of the five leaves on your finger.
An autumn leaf
Dream cave
Mother and son are watching you by the river thousands of miles away.
Don't tell me where life takes place.
Something pierced my river.
Tears of reproduction!
There are many stars tonight.
ripple
Nocturne melodious
Mother's fingers are covered with the sanctity of youth.
The pentaphyllum is full of poems as heavy as autumn.
Her son stood on trembling hair.
Don't get excited because the flute blows out of my mouth. ...
Your life touched my dream of walking with you.
Every autumn, I shoot a horse under the tree.
Every autumn
I am under the tree.
Beat a horse
14. Mother's Day
at present
My son is still like a speck of dust
Wandering around the world
Busy for work and life
Turn around and throw yourself into the room
frequently
My mother's image will appear in my mind.
Childhood memory
Warm and happy
Your milk and arms
It is the warmest harbor in my childhood.
Slowly
I learned to walk.
Gradually
I called "Mom"
Young I
Ignorant and reckless
And some rebellion
You took advantage of your mother's tenderness and delicacy.
Solve the confusion on my growth path.
Let me experience controllable labor pains
Get out of the haze of flower season and rainy season
Into the arms of youth.
Like a young eagle
Always against the sky.
Young I
Take a shy step
Out of the house of attachment
Please help me pack my backpack for a long trip.
tell me
The outside world is wonderful.
Believe that I will strive for a better future.
The moment I turned and left.
Feel clearly
Tears you don't give up.
In the outside world
There will always be a lot of helplessness
I trust you.
A letter from the beginning
Later, one phone call after another.
You are like a bright light.
On the other side of the world.
Give me confidence and hope for progress.
mother
Mother's Day is here.
I can't visit you in my hometown.
I hope you live a happy life.
Now my son has grown a lot.
But it always makes you feel uneasy
I know
That's because ... ...
Children walk Wan Li Road, carefree.
No matter where his son goes, his mother's thoughts will follow him.
The baby is in the mother's heart
Always a child who doesn't grow up.