Who is the greatest man?
Now I understand—
That hard number
Think about it-
The greatest is my mother.
Busy figure in the kitchen
When washing clothes in the bathroom
A word of comfort when I fail.
Encouragement when I succeed.
Let me be so-
Still fresh in my mind
Today, the straight board used to be
-It's not hard anymore
Now, my hair is covered with moss.
-Silver hair.
On this special day.
I want to say-
Mom, I love you!
Mother's Day Poetry Reading 2 I am getting deeper and deeper into this 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.
Wash your fingers gently.
One of the five leaves
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 is standing on a trembling man's hair.
Don't get excited about the flute blowing from 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 Poetry Recitation Draft 3 "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 Day Poetry Recitation Draft 4 "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 Poetry Recitation Draft 5 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 Day Poetry Reading 6. Mother
To keep you from disappearing.
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 passage of time just as ruthless?
I'm afraid my memory will fade, too
How dare I open it easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a watch and 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 my love gift like this.
Although I have written many songs.
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom.
I miss it sweetly and deeply.
Not a torrent, not a waterfall.
This is an ancient well, and it is impossible to sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
I really want to buy a bunch of flowers.
For mother.
But it's too far.
My mother is not with me.
Only phone calls and text messages brought blessings to my mother.
It's dark now.
The road I have traveled, I just want my mother.
Step by step.
Missing stays in this gentle rainy night.
Busy day.
Tired
But when I think of someone's "mother"
Cheer up a little.
I swear I will go back to my mother's city today next year.
Send a beautiful bunch of carnations to mom.
I won't walk that unfamiliar street at night.
Watching others buy flowers, I stood in a daze.
Ha ha. . What a beautiful flower.
I miss my mother.
Happy holidays to mothers all over the world.
This is the wish of all children in the world.
Life is like walking on a road with frequent storms.
Mother is at the front.
Let some umbrellas shelter the mother and children from the wind and rain.
Mom pushed it to me again.
Ah, the children under the umbrella
Mother outside the umbrella
Rain is no longer rain,
It was God who sent tears of happiness to the world.
Mother's Day Poetry Recitation 7 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.
Mother's Day Poetry Reading 8 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.