Touching Reading Poems on Mother's Day 1 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!
Touching Reading Poem 2 "Innocence" on Mother's Day
All beings kiss Jiangnan for the first time,
Sadism deepens the affection of time.
After stopping for a few years,
I lost my heart and stole the blush.
Don't worry,
It's that all beings forget to return.
The deep kiss of south tea and north water,
Fell in love with the pursuit of temperature,
Fenxiang smells the water all over her body,
But I got lost in tea,
It's not that the petals of tea are too fragrant,
But the enthusiasm of water is too ostentatious.
The kiss of time and Jiangnan,
Drunk ring,
In her blooming early spring,
Look innocent,
Not her beautiful ecstasy,
It's that all living beings have lost their dust roots.
Miss the dusk,
I can't see that trace of faith,
The colorful clouds behind the mountain,
Gave the moon a kiss,
It's not the clouds that drive away the dusk,
But all beings turn their backs on their mothers.
Touching Mother's Day Reading Poem 3 "When I was a Child"
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 aging figure,
Although the morning light cuts dreams 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 my memory will disappear,
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried out to you for a thorn,
Now that I'm wearing a police uniform, 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 gift 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 rapids, not waterfalls,
It is an ancient well that can't sing among flowers and trees.
Touching reading poem 4 "Love" on Mother's Day
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, this is what your son should do.
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 I am quietly touched by happiness,
Coverage and obstruction make it impossible.
It's better to show your face to the sun than to reflect around.
The returning sunshine is in front of your loving mother.
Let you see how much your son worships you.
Touching Mother's Day Reading Poem 5 "The Past"
I'm used to strutting my head high,
My temperament is also a bit stubborn and tenacious;
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 reach your happy and enthusiastic side,
Often feel inferior and cringe.
You have noble energy that permeates everything,
Radiant, direct to the sun, the moon and the stars,
Is this energy secretly conquered me?
Looking back on the past really makes me feel blue.
I did a lot of wrong things and broke your heart.
Good love for my loving mother!
Touching Reading Poem 6 "Mother" on Mother's Day
Your pale fingertips touch my temple,
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold your skirt tight.
Ah, mom,
In order to keep your drooping and hidden figure,
Although the morning light cuts dreams into smoke,
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf,
I'm afraid washing will do.
Lose your unique warmth.
Ah, mom,
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid my memory will disappear,
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried out to you for a thorn,
I'm wearing a police uniform at the moment, 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 rest?
I dare not show the gift of love like this,
Although I have written many songs.
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom,
My sweet, soft and profound commemoration,
Not rapids, not waterfalls,
It is an ancient well that can't sing among flowers and trees.
Mother's Day touching recitation poem 7 "Mother, hard work"
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.
Mother's Day touching recitation poem 8 "Mother's Five-leaf Tree"
I got deeper and deeper. The 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
Mother's Day touching recitation poem 9 "Mom"
What does mom want 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.
Touching mother's day recitation poem 10 "mother"
Mom, I love you.
I went back to the dreams of primary school students again and again.
There are lines of my soul and stone.
So I tried to use a brush.
Colour the sun green.
Colour the stone the color of sunrise, too.
To fly, to realize one wish after another.
Today, I still carry those childhood dreams with me.
I swam in the shallow water downstream.
I stand in the gentleness of the dawn.
I shook off all the dust easily.
Stars marked with the words miss.
Yes, I was very tired before.
Out of the season of sweating
I am the little goat you love!
In those breathless evenings, I left the shadow of my childhood.
I can never escape the encirclement and suppression of acacia.
Dear mom, I love you.
I will always be your child.
I always need the touch of your palm.
Dear mom, I love you.
Just like a stream's affection for a mountain.
I hug you warmly and tightly.
Selflessly cherish the warmth of spring.
I am a wild goose flying south.
The desire to be as fresh as cream.
It's a warm afternoon.
In this way, I broke into the house.
In the noisy canyon
I lost my last memory.
I let the drowning poem
Struggle out of the waterfall
I'm alone, looking for it with an hour hand.
All the flying skies
Extend along the mountain range
I sometimes become a cloud.
It's the falling wind.