Mother's Spring Festival Modern Poems

Spring Festival is a traditional festival for people of all ethnic groups in China. /kloc-More than 0/00 years ago, the folk artist "Bai Zhangzhang" wrote in his book: "In the first month, every family will celebrate the New Year, and the Lantern Festival will be decorated with lights, and the moon will be full of people. Flower gift boxes will be everywhere, and firecrackers will sound everywhere, making people wander the streets." This is a vivid picture of the Spring Festival at the beginning of the year in history. The following is the content of modern poetry about mother's Spring Festival. Welcome to read!

The Spring Festival is approaching.

Mom called.

Ask me if I want to go back

(expressing surprise, shock, etc.)

It is inconvenient for children to be too young.

I'm not coming back.

On the other end of the phone

Another long silence.

There is also a sigh.

Spring festival every year

I'm going home.

Everyone gets together, lively and cheerful.

Family reunion dinner on New Year's Eve

Red "Lantern Couplet"

Firecrackers, lions, gongs and drums

The mountains in my hometown, the water in my hometown.

Trees in my hometown, playmates in my hometown.

I seem to be immersed in it.

How long have I been back?

A month, two months.

I can't remember it for half a year

After thinking about it.

Call back again

I said I would come back for the New Year.

Mom is on the phone.

Say yes repeatedly

You can hear her joy and expectation.

Visit relatives and friends

Wine glasses and game chips are lying about-a lively party

Push a glass for a happy moment.

early morning

Mother draws water to clean the yard.

Cook and make a fire

be rushed on one's feet

Let her rest.

She refused to say that she was used to being busy.

many

A lot of food.

And all kinds of inedible fruits and vegetables.

Actually, take a few days off.

I stay with my mother.

It was not long before.

most

time

When I saw that number, I knew that she had been working hard.

Before leaving

Mom is going to pack my bags for me.

Let me get it back.

Her hair has turned white.

I also have wrinkles on my face.

Rough hands and feet

Go see her.

I feel sad and deeply moved.

Old. She is really old. It's not the same as before.

Mother's Eyes

Children will never grow up.

Need to care, need to care

Always worried about hard work

Concomitant life

Until it stops, until the end of life.

reappear

year after year

Flowers bloom and grass fall, and warblers fly.