Mother's love is a pair of long chopsticks.
Give me something delicious;
Motherly love is a colorful rubber band.
Give me a beautiful braid;
Motherly love is an open umbrella,
Protect me from the wind and rain;
Motherly Love is a wonderful story book.
Tell me a beautiful story;
Motherly love is a thin pencil,
Teach me to write standard words;
Motherly love is a tear of concern,
I am bravely giving an injection, but my mother is crying with distress;
Motherly love is a warm hug,
Let me sleep comfortably.
I love you, Mom!
The gurgling water is crystal clear.
The trees on the shore are reflected in the water.
I came with Xia Chu.
Mother is a little shy in her glory.
Kind eyes are as gentle as dew on the grass.
I have bright eyes like daffodils.
Rose cheeks
Poppy mouth
And a long black hair when I grow up.
mother
This is your sincere prayer
Reward me for becoming the embodiment of beauty.
You connect life with me.
The wind that hit the child also tore the mother's heart.
We are all floating in the flowing water of the world.
Our lives will be separated.
I drank the love you brought me in one breath.
Stepping into a new life alone in disappointed eyes.
You use a heart full of love
Sow the wings of happiness
But with the sickle of memory
Harvest the missing soul
Leaves rustle and streams gurgle.
This is your festival.
I decided to come back and sing this little poem.
Beautiful melodies floated across the sky.
The angels leaned out and listened quietly.
Mom, my dear mom.
You must have heard that I love you.
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Maternal love (1)
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!
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Motherly love (2)
Mountain, not as high as maternal love;
Sea, not as deep as maternal love;
God, love without a mother is vast;
Naturally, there is no mother's love and tolerance;
Sunshine is not as warm as maternal love;
Clouds are not as white as maternal love;
Flowers are not as brilliant as maternal love.
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Edgar Allan Poe
Goethe
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.
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mother
Who will dress us when we are cold?
Who will cook for us when we are hungry?
Who encouraged us when we failed?
Happy for us when we succeed?
She is not a robot; Not a computer,
She is my mother.
Mom is not Santa Maria,
Not Jesus,
Not god,
But she is as gentle and kind as Santa Maya.
Full of love like Jesus,
As smart as God.
Ah! Mom, that's great!
Mother's poem
Mom is a heavy book, enough to read for a lifetime!
Pull the needle and thread carefully,
Spring shirts are still afraid of leaking cold.
Hard work, hate not having wings,
Cut off all the blue light and look pathetic.
People often say: 500 times in previous lives.
Only for the passing of this life.
I don't know how many times I have saved my memory.
In exchange for being in love with your mother and daughter
Mother, you gave me life with great love.
In more than forty years of life,
I have been reading you in my own unique way.
Your simple and rich connotation
It is worth my life to understand and appreciate.
Mom, it is your love that keeps me growing up.
Your vicissitudes of life, how many dusk misty rain you have experienced.
Your wrinkled face is engraved with the vicissitudes of nearly a century.
Your deep eyes have read all the rain, snow, wind and frost on earth.
How much hope did those calloused hands weave?
That full head of hair, years have dyed her frost.
The wind blows the old year, telling the lost time.
How many bumpy mountains and ridges have you climbed with strong steps?
Dream, the overflowing map, still radiates dazzling light.
Reading mom, bend your back.
How much pain and sorrow have you suffered?
Reading mother, a long time.
Carrying the dream of your life
Reading mother because of kindness
-These are your strong wings.
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To mother.
If the spring breeze gives me tenderness.
I can't repay you.
If the sunshine gives me warmth.
I can't repay you.
So, mom
Everything you gave me.
How can I repay you?
Is the most precious life.
At the same time, it is also a deep love around this life.
Your back is waiting in the sunset.
Behind my ups and downs and scenery
How much do you value it?
Everything I got.
You gave me everything.
Every step I take
Nothing is your contribution.
Dear mother in this life
I hope I can repay your love with my own love.
I hope I can repay your efforts with my own efforts.
tomorrow
When the dawn comes
When I take a new step
I know
Even if I don't look back
Your eyes and kindness
What will accompany me all my life?
Every day and every second.
mother love
childhood
mother love
This is a gentle palm.
Hit on the body
Be concerned about
Grow up
mother love
This is a rough palm.
Touch your face.
The pain is in my heart.
Now
mother love
This is an invisible palm.
Shade the sky
care for