Poems about mothers
1. "Paper Boat"
——Sending Mother
Bing Xin
I never abandon a piece of paper,
I always keep it - keep it,
fold it into small boats,
< p>Thrown from the boat into the sea.Some were blown into the windows of the boat by the wind,
Some were wetted by the waves and stuck to the bow of the boat.
I still keep folding them every day without getting discouraged,
I always hope that one of them will flow to where I want it to go.
Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don’t be surprised that it came into your dream for no reason.
This is what your beloved daughter folded with tears in her eyes.
Thousands of rivers and mountains, begging it to carry her love and sorrow back home.
2. "Oh, Mother"
Shu Ting
Your pale fingertips caress my temples
I can't help but feel like Just like when I was a child
Tightly holding on to your skirt
Oh, mother
In order to keep your disappearing figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream into wisps of smoke
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time
I still treasure the bright red scarf
For fear of being washed away Make it
lose your unique warmth
Oh, mother
The passage of time is also ruthless
I am afraid that the memory will also fade. Ha
How dare I open its screen so easily
I once cried to you for a thorn
Now with a crown of thorns, I dare not< /p>
Don’t dare to moan
Oh, mother
I often look up at your photo sadly
Even if the call can penetrate the loess< /p>
How dare I disturb your sleep
I dare not display the sacrifices of love like this
Although I have written many songs
To the flowers, to the sea, to the dawn
Oh, mother
My sweet and deep thoughts
Not a torrent, not a waterfall
It is a dry well that cannot sing amid the flowers and trees
3. "Ode to Mother"
——This document is dedicated to all mothers in the world, regardless of whether they are poor or rich.
Mother, can you use your hands of withered tree bark to brush away the gray frost on your temples? I know
The red ribbon bow bleached the black hair in my memory
It has been a long time ago. Mother, you act as if nothing has happened
You still gently wriggle your loose teeth
Not in a hurry. With the smile behind the curtain of tears
Singing songs that are still fresh in childhood
Memories are the snakes of longing. Draw out a word
Wandering around, the remaining ink of my pain for the rest of my life
Mother, you still don’t hesitate to lick it with this dry tongue
As poisonous as my pride. In front of you, I will always be a child who will never grow up
So, there is a vague topic called maternal love
Undoubtedly, the most stupid ones are wanderers. Injury
Mother, the person who once had a name like chrysanthemum, you are old
The edge of the white porcelain bottle has your remaining medicinal fragrance
The plain silk is dark and old years. In the process of preparation
The loving heart has been wiped clean, but it is still there
Cannot hide the crazy growth of your care
The autumn wind has begun. Even in the lonely shadow, mother
Don’t catch a cold. No matter when and where
The setting sun must rely on a kind of crutch called children
And you, the fertile soil bred by you
The seeds covered by vegetation are sprouting , Pretending to grow up
And I, at this moment. I just want to hear you call me my baby name.
In a trance, Mother
I seem to be back in the courtyard, beside the well where I drew water when I was a child
4. "Mother"
Messy in the wind
It is your gray hair
The tears crawled over
It is your old face
Slightly rickety back
Farewell hands
I dare not look back
Afraid that I will never be able to take another step
Leaving home
I always want to be in your arms
Relive my childhood dreams
I still want to look into your eyes
Speaking coquettish words
In front of you
I am a child who will never grow up
But I am growing up
Ignore your tears
Took a long journey
Now I am also a mother
Watching the child in my arms
Growing up day by day< /p>
I have just realized the greatness of maternal love
But your temples
are full of gray hair
Go home often< /p>
This is the only thing I can give you
A little repayment
5. "To Mother"
(1)
Mother, can I talk sweetly in front of you?
Or is there anything else I can’t reveal to you?
The wildfire burned away the ropes and coats from my body.
I have become a man
—a fact that is bound to surprise you.
My wings flap in the sunshine and shadows that you cannot see.
(2)
In the nest you built,
Under your wings, my flesh and blood becomes increasingly full.
I accept your milk, caress and training,
My hair and limbs are controlled by certain rules,
grow evenly and gracefully.
I lie under your gaze and smile day after day,
Your breath tames my blood,
I become shy, Calm and full of warmth.
So, the trauma and tears of the earth,
tortured and supported my nerves,
a sad music floated between the inside and the outside.
(3)
You are the church, the voice of God, the calling and the eternal source of light,
But I am as humble as dust and evil as a sinner .
I was awed by the light from heaven, praying and trembling.
Your expectations become whips and dykes.
You can't hear my murmurs in my sleep, and you can't see the phantom in front of my eyes.
You carefully designed clothes, chairs and beds for me,
and held my hand tightly,
until love and tolerance were hostile to me .
(4)
Mother, have you ever seen waves and lava?
Have you ever seen a fleeting meteor?
Have you ever heard the howl of a wild wolf?
Have you ever heard the sound of bones and nerves breaking?
You don’t understand why I always wander alone in the wilderness,
Why sometimes I am chatting and laughing and forgetting about everything,
Sometimes I am depressed and uneasy.
When you find me singing, playing the piano, and flirting with girls in the middle of the night,
you will be convinced that I have gone astray.
(5)
Give me my freedom! Give me back my energy!
Give back my original desire! Give me a fresh feeling!
Mom, if I shout to you like this, can you understand?
Aren’t you panicked?
It’s useless, irreversible,
I have become numb to stimulation, even though my heart is full of desire.
(6)
Ah, mother, you are order in chaos,
reason born from turmoil and fanaticism,
< p>It is the destination of wandering wanderers, and it isan unattainable realm and dream.
I am broad-minded and kind because of you,
I am prematurely old because of you.
6. "Mother"
Smart eyes
Meditating on the long river of time
Climbing and wading all the way
The colors of the earth are enriched
In the dimness
The flowing veil of the sky is retreated
The beautiful face
is popular in the world Along the way
The dust depicts
The quiet and warm home
The precipitation
I miss the care of going out
Warm patience
Read about the embarrassments of life
Emotional and emotional
Taught the children’s instincts and abilities
What a pity
p>Bending the tired body and mind
Mother’s life
Ordinary happy child
Never give up
Habit Give without saying anything about reincarnation
Is that okay
I promise that my child will be your mother in the next life
I will repay you