Mother's Poetry Recitation 1 Earth Theory
Earth theory
The darkness is too bright for me.
So many mountains and rivers.
So many rivers
So many flowers compete for shade and green.
Dye black.
seemingly
Think it's beautiful
Smoke from tiles in high-rise buildings
Naughtily
for fun
Fly over my face
I called softly.
They just laugh happily.
Take a look back
The forests of Yuan Ye.
Fly by my side
I asked him about the beauty of his hometown.
It only opens its hands.
Point to a deserted place
Poison in the back of a car.
After my blood vessels slowly spread out,
Just when I was itching.
A big bag of rubbish was thrown around me.
I nodded in agreement.
Just to see
It has an evil smile.
night falls
I have bright pupils and eyes.
but
It's getting harder to see.
The color of the world
Mother's Poetry Recitation II: 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
Mother's poetry recitation 3 spread out a piece of paper
Draw roses and lilies.
Draw a bright red heart
In your mind, draw another pair of eyes.
That's mom looking at me.
Unfold a piece of paper
I want to write a few words to my mother.
Cook and wash clothes for me.
Braid my hair.
You must tuck me in at midnight.
Mom, in your festival.
I can wash dishes and fold quilts.
Let me look at those short stories.
I came to wash my little socks.
Mom, this is a little gift for you.
Mother's poetry recitation 4 maternal love,
Mysterious appearance
Motherly love, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Motherly love,
Lofty and great
Motherly love,
Infinite loyalty
Whether you are peaceful or uneasy.
Whether you fail or succeed,
mother love
You failed and succeeded.
mother love
everywhere
She,
Accompany you
Experiencing life is hers,
It was she who put the dragon and phoenix in the world.
Changhong, hold up the sky
Don't understand maternal love
You have lost the meaning of life.
Forget maternal love
A high official is generous, but his blood is cold and his body is weak.
A mother fell into poverty.
Why does one side miss peace?
Dot bright colors with our hands.
Measure overall prosperity with love.
Caring for mother is also the sublimation and purification of you and me.
Try to dry your tears for your mother and enjoy the splendor!
Standing at the height of the mother
Standing at the height of the mother
Emotional thinness
The wind in the hall
Can't say love through
mother
A thin text
With the ups and downs of the years.
Have symbolic meanings.
You need courage.
Looking up is a traditional vision.
The closer to the light source, the closer to perfection.
Mother stood on the front line of her hometown chopping rain.
Mom is by the water.
Let the water flow properly.
Finally imitated by the sea
Behind my mother.
Be submerged by wheat waves
Mother may be standing at the height of wheat.
Read The Walking of Mother Earth.
Approximate to a battle
It's hard to survive
Wandering but full of warmth
Typhoid fever often approaches late autumn.
Leaning against the tree, the leaves are falling.
The treetops are depicted as black.
Mom is always warm.
Walk in and out of oil painting
Finally shine brilliantly.
I can't imagine.
A warmth is condensed.
Will be torches.
If you stand at such a bright height.
What do we see?
On one side is a dark night.
On one side is the birth of happiness.
Mother's game
The baby is walking.
This must have something to do with a tree.
It must have something to do with your posture.
This has something to do with your position.
Mother's Poetry Recitation 5 Ode to the Yellow River
Yellow river,
Magnificent Yellow River;
From the sky to the sky.
Yellow river,
Hero's Yellow River;
Create countless miracles on earth.
Yellow river,
The Yellow River in China;
Chinese civilization is flowing.
Yellow river,
Poetic Yellow River;
Made countless beautiful chapters.
Yellow river,
The ancient Yellow River;
Shining with the soul of China.
Yellow river,
Yellow River in spring;
Thinking of jasmine flowers in full bloom in spring.
Yellow river,
Yellow River in summer;
Like green trees in the sky.
Yellow river,
Yellow River in autumn;
Depicted a colorful world.
Yellow river,
Yellow River in winter;
Gave birth to new life.
Yellow river,
Beautiful Yellow River;
Your tomorrow is even more dazzling.
Mother's Poetry Reading 6 (female) You brought me into this world.
Teach me how to walk through ditches when I grow up.
When I was learning English, you showed me the outside world.
When it's freezing, you put my hand in your arms to keep warm.
You use the needle of love to thread the thread of patience, needle by needle, needle by needle.
That delicious dish, clean clothes
It's all your love that is spreading quietly.
(Female) If I were a kite, you would be the string to pull it.
The child walks on Wan Li Road, and the mother's heart is filled with that sentence, telling.
It is the yearning for wanderers.
If I were a boat, you would be a lighthouse in the harbor.
Guide me to the lost ocean
This is maternal love. She is as soft as a small one, as light as smoke, as deep as the sea and as kind as a mountain.
Woman: One day two thousand years ago, the ancient city of Pompeii in Italy was instantly submerged by volcanic lava.
After two centuries of changes,
People were deeply shocked by a fossil.
This is a mother, curled up on the ground and holding a baby tightly in her arms.
When the suffocating lava pounced on the residents who could not escape.
Desperate mother bent down,
Hold the youngest son in his arms with his back, head and limbs.
She hopes to use her own flesh and blood to resist the hot magma for the children in her arms.
She wants to give her child a chance.
This is a mother's most instinctive hope in do or die.
Although, ruthless magma still drowned them.
But the scene of mother and son embracing each other has become history forever.
(Male) One day after two thousand years, the sky in Tangshan collapsed.
A mother and son were buried under the rubble.
When rescuers found them, the seven-or eight-month-old children were safe and sound.
And the mother, but never left this world.
In a cold, water-free and food-free environment
It is the mother who continues her child's life with milk.
The milk was sucked dry and she bit her finger hard.
Let the children suck their own blood.
Until the last drop of life passes
Until people discovered the miracle of life created by the loving mother's heart
This is the mother's dedication and choice without regrets.
This is the mother's highest interpretation of the meaning of life
Flowers can wither and the sea becomes a mulberry field.
But mother's love will remain in our hearts forever.
(Female) When youth shines on our faces.
Years have also frosted my mother's temples.
We sheltered from the wind and rain under our mother's big tree.
However, they are indifferent to the care and friendship of trees.
However, mother contained our extremes with kindness and soothed our anxiety with warmth.
Dear mother, let your children do something for you.
Maybe, in a word, a glass of water, a hug,
It will make you happy and smile.
Because the mother's heart is always so easy to satisfy.
(Female) Dear Mom, today is your holiday.
Your children use the most sincere language in the world.
Happiness, well-being and beauty forever.
Mother's poetry recitation 7 entrusts all dear words to 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 love you, mom.
Because you gave me life.
Let me in the beautiful world
I saw the bright sun.
I love you, mom.
Because you make me happy.
Let me in my ignorant childhood
Carefree growth
I love you, mom.
Because you work hard for me,
I study hard.
I have grown up.
Because of my study, I can't be around you.
Salute you
The son is unfilial.
Mother's Day is here.
Your son is not with you.
My son is on his way to school.
My son is far away from you,
Mom, I love you,
forever and always
Mother's poetry recitation 9 Who raised us,
It's mom!
The people who take care of us,
It's mom!
My good mother,
My dear mother,
I want to praise you!
When I was sick,
You take good care of me;
When I'm depressed,
You encouraged me;
When I succeed,
You will be proud of me;
When I'm in trouble,
You will help me.
You are an endless sea,
I am a small fish in the sea,
Wandering in your arms;
You are the vast sky,
I am a bird in the sky,
Fly in the chest;
You are a ray of warm sunshine,
I am a small sapling,
Moisten me.
But how much love does an inch of grass have,
Make three spring scenery.
Let me send you a bunch of flowers,
A bunch of bright flowers.
Let me send you a card,
A greeting card full of blessings.
To repay you!
Thank you!
Your love is higher than the mountain and deeper than the water!
I want to tell you,
I love you!
Mother's Poetry Reading 10 I. Remembering Mother
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!
Second, "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!
Third, the "wandering son"
Meng Jiao
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Four, "Yan Xiu Liu Sao" selected.
Bai Juyi
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.
V. "Missing Mother"
Gong Yu
First frost, Lu Hua, tears wet her skirt, bald and helpless.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
Sixth, the Tenth Five-Year Plan.
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.
Seven, "go home at the end of the year"
Jiang shiquan
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home.
Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it.
I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
Eight, "Remembering Father"
Song lingyun
Wu's book is broken. What do you hate everywhere?
The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and borrows the wind to ask for daily life several times.
Nine, "what mom wants in return"
That day,
I came across your aging face.
Your smile,
There are traces of years in the depths.
That day,
I happened to find that your steps slowed down.
Your gesture,
Buried for forty or fifty years.
Mom,
Is the root of countless people.
Even if it takes 100 million years,
Will be immortal.
The night is dark and the stars are shining.
I only miss your face that melts my heart.
Sunny, clear water and blue sky.
I only see your overflowing love.
The only thing you want in return is,
Is to cook me another meal.
Ten, "Mom's Arms"
Mother's arms,
This is a warm hug.
Hold me tenderly,
Grow up little by little.
Mother's arms,
This is a sweet hug.
How many mornings wake up,
I am coquetry in the nest.
Mother's arms,
It is a happy hug.
No matter how old I am,
Is my eternal harbor.
Mother's arms,
Where I will always be attached.
Mother's Poetry Recitation 1 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 I can't sing in the shade of flowers and trees.
Mother's Poetry Reading 12 Missing Mother
Lord.
If people can't come back from the dead,
Tonight's disappearance is torture.
Just like that snowy winter.
The north wind swept across the wasteland.
Swinging grass
Like a mother's unkempt white hair
I was defeated on the muddy and dirty road in the county.
Choke with sobs
How much I want to keep you
But there is nothing you can do.
How much I want to call you again
But I can only cry like rain.
……
Mother's Poetry Reading 13 "Yellow River"
I stood at the top of the mountain,
Looking at the rolling Yellow River,
Run southeast.
Tao Jin is on the rise,
Set off a turbulent wave;
Turbid flow turns around,
Form a nine-song chain;
From the foot of Kunlun Mountain,
Run to the yellow sea;
Put the central plains land
Split into two sides.
Ah, the Yellow River!
You are the cradle of the Chinese nation!
Five thousand years of ancient culture,
Originated from you;
How many heroic stories,
Play by your side!
Ah, the Yellow River!
You are great and strong,
Like a giant
Appears on the plains of Asia,
Use your heroic body
Build a barrier for our country.
Ah, the Yellow River!
You're depressed,
Huge,
To the north and south banks
Stretch out a thousand iron arms.
The great spirit of our nation,
Will be cultivated by you
Carry forward and grow!
Heroes and sons and daughters of our motherland,
Will learn from you,
As great and strong as you!
As great and strong as you!
Mom's poem recitation 14 (female) You brought me to the world.
Teach me how to walk through ditches when I grow up.
When I was learning English, you showed me the outside world.
When it's freezing, you put my hand in your arms to keep warm.
With the needle of love and the thread of patience, stitch by stitch, stitch by stitch, you have woven a warm home. Good food, clean clothes, your love is spreading quietly.
(Female) If I were a kite, you would be the string to pull it.
The mother leads the children on Wan Li Road. That kind of persuasion and voice entrustment is a constant yearning for a wanderer.
If I were a boat, you would be a lighthouse in the harbor.
Emit eternal light.
Guide me to the lost ocean
Sail to the other side of safety
This is maternal love. She is as soft as a small one, as light as smoke, as deep as the sea and as kind as a mountain.
(Female) When youth shines on our faces.
Years have also frosted my mother's temples.
We sheltered from the wind and rain under our mother's big tree.
However, they are indifferent to the care and friendship of trees.
However, mother contained our extremes with kindness and soothed our anxiety with warmth.
Dear mother, let your children do something for you.
Maybe, in a word, a glass of water, a hug,
A carnation
It will make you happy and smile.
Because the mother's heart is always so easy to satisfy.
(Female) Dear Mom, you have worked hard.
Your children use the most sincere language in the world.
Bless the mother of the whole world:
Happiness, well-being and beauty forever.
Mother's poetry recitation 15 mother
Always wordy
Chatter on and on
Is a kind of truth.
mother
Always tolerant
bear
It is a state of mind of love.
mother
Always worried
worry
It's a prayer without regrets.
mother
It's always simple
simple
Because there is no appointment.
mother
Always very old
aged
Let her children miss it more.