1, "Mom, when can I grow up? 》
I asked my mother affectionately:
Mom, when can I grow up?
Mother asked doubtfully: Is childhood bad?
Oh, no, it's not. I had a wonderful childhood.
But, but I can't help you.
Seeing the heavy hoe on your shoulder,
I said, mom, let me help you move it.
You said: You are not as tall as a hoe. Go read a book.
Mom, when can I grow up?
Watching you pull out the seedlings and encourage them,
I haven't got up for hours,
I said, mom, let me help you pull it out.
Son, your hands are not thick enough,
You go home and accompany your sister to the player's house.
Mom, when can I grow up?
Watching you pick lotus seeds,
I said, mom, I can take it off.
Son, your feet are not strong enough.
You'll be stabbed by a lotus stalk!
Oh, mom, when can I grow up?
Look at the mud on your feet,
I said, mom, let me help you wash your feet.
Mother said: well, now mother can rest.
I asked: Mom, when can I grow up?
Mother with tears in her eyes, smiled and said:
My son has grown up and is a sensible baby.
Oh, mom, then why don't you let me do something for you?
Why do I often not listen to you?
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
-This document is for all mothers in the world, rich or poor.
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. Dedicated to mother
I'm used to strutting around,
My temperament is also a bit stubborn;
Even if the king and I face each other,
I won't lower my eyes.
But, mom, I want to be honest with you:
Although my self-esteem is very strong,
Once I come to your happy and kind side,
Often feel inferior and cringe.
You have a noble spirit that permeates everything,
Radiant, direct to the sun, the moon and the stars,
Is this spirit secretly conquered me?
Recalling the past really makes me sad.
I did a lot of wrong things and broke your heart.
Good love for my loving mother!
6. eternal mother
When I first opened my newborn eyes.
The first thing I saw was the incomparable holiness of my mother.
Love eyes and tears of joy-
Staring at you without blinking an eye.
Your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively
But I can't express my feelings, just dancing around.
I am so anxious that you can't help crying loudly.
After many days and nights of cultivation
Sit up straight at last, your little body.
After adjusting EQ and IQ
Never wait, shout out life.
The most precious first sound-mom
This is the most touching original moral.
No matter how many languages there are in the world.
Only this cry is absolutely the same.
No music, no poetry.
It can be more touching than this.
7. Mother's love
Mother is like a lamp in the dark,
When I got lost,
She will guide me and light me up,
Towards the light,
Mom,
Mother is like the bright moon in autumn night,
When I'm lonely and helpless,
She will accompany me and support me,
Give me confidence.
Mom,
She's been busy for me,
Take great pains,
No regrets,
So, on this annual Mother's Day,
I have to say,
Mom, thank you! I love you!
8. Give it to my mother
Although I haven't said hello to you for a long time,
I didn't write to you, but don't let your heart
Doubt, as if your son should.
My deep love for you comes from my chest.
Disappear. Nothing like that stone,
Always rooted in the bottom of the water,
It will never leave its position, even if it is running water.
Sometimes with wind and waves, sometimes with soft waves through it.
It flows by, so people can't see it,
My love for you is so inseparable.
In my chest, despite the long river of life,
Sometimes I am hit by pain and roll violently.
Sometimes quietly caressed by happiness,
Coverage and blockade make it impossible.
You can't reflect around the sun.
The returning sunshine is in front of your loving mother.
Let you know how much your son respects you.