In Praise of Mothers
——This document is dedicated to all mothers in the world, regardless of whether they are poor or rich.
Mother, can you use your hands of withered tree bark to brush away the gray frost on your temples? I know
The red ribbon bow bleached the black hair in my memory
It has been a long time ago. Mother, you act as if nothing has happened
You still gently wriggle your loose teeth
Not in a hurry. With the smile behind the curtain of tears
Singing songs that are still fresh in childhood
Memories are the snakes of longing. Draw out a word
Wandering around, the remaining ink of my pain for the rest of my life
Mother, you still don’t hesitate to lick it with this dry tongue
As poisonous as my pride. In front of you, I will always be a child who will never grow up
So, there is a vague topic called maternal love
Undoubtedly, the most stupid ones are wanderers. Injury
Mother, the person who once had a name like chrysanthemum, you are old
The edge of the white porcelain bottle has your remaining medicinal fragrance
The plain silk is dark and old years. In the process of preparation
The loving heart has been wiped clean, but it is still there
Cannot hide the crazy growth of your care
The autumn wind has begun. Even in the lonely shadow, mother
Don’t catch a cold. No matter when and where
The setting sun must rely on a kind of crutch called children
And you, the fertile soil bred by you
The seeds covered by vegetation are sprouting , Pretending to grow up
And I, at this moment. I just want to hear you call me my baby name.
In a trance, oh mother
I seem to be back in the courtyard, beside the well where I drew water when I was a child
Mother, mother
——Dedicated to "Mother" Festival》All Mothers in the World
Your silver hair, rickety body, and lonely figure
You are old.
You hang out with your neighbors
At 80 years old, you still fetch water and cook your own food
You still cling to my childhood home
Hometown of Dreams
You have raised our four children throughout your life
Our four children are the pride of your life
The doves you let fly It is your lifelong concern
The hope of survival
Every time I mention it to others
My kind face is always full of smiles
Mother
I have gone through many hardships
My mother who has endured many hardships
How can a dull pen write thousands of words
My feelings
Praise to mother
Mother is a big ship
Carry me to the sea
To pursue the mystery of life
Explore the magic of the world
Mother is a mountain
Contains all things
Nurture me to grow
Strengthen my body and mind
Mother is a moving song
Take me to travel everywhere
Praise the motherland with her beautiful tune
History
Mother is a ray of spring breeze
Blowing all things in the world
Yingying steps
brings vitality
Mother is the spring rain
nourishing all things on the earth
Ah! Mother
I love you, you are the eternal favorite in my heart
Ode to a loving mother
In my heart,
There is a place that is unfathomable,
It has never been asked,
You are the fire of hope,
lighting my future for me, Illuminating hope,
In every dark night,
I care about you,
In every cold night,
It is you who give me endless warmth,
It is raining in the sky,
Every raindrop is telling.
Your pale fingertips are caressing my temples
I can’t help but hold on to your clothes tightly like I did when I was a child
p>Oh, mother
To keep your disappearing figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke wisps
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time Open your eyes
I still treasure that bright red scarf
I am afraid that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth
Ha , mother
Isn’t the passage of time equally ruthless
I’m afraid that the memory will also fade
How dare I open its painting screen so easily
I once cried to you for a thorn
Now with the crown of thorns, I dare not
Not a single moan
Oh, mother< /p>
I often look up at your photos sadly
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep
I still I dare not display the sacrifices of love like this
Although I have written many songs
To the flowers, to the sea, to the dawn
Oh, mother
My sweet and deep yearning
It is not a torrent, not a waterfall
It is a dry well hidden by flowers and trees that cannot sing
In the wind and rain Mother
My days are like walking on a windy and rainy road,
My mother is at the forefront.
Give mother some umbrellas to protect her children from the wind and rain.
My mother gave them to me.
Ah children under the umbrella,
Mother outside the umbrella,
Rain is no longer rain,
It is sent to the world by God A tear of happiness.
Mother, thank you for your hard work
The human body can leave,
but the person will not leave,
just as we do not Will forget the ancestors,
forget the mother.
My mother is my quilt,
I will feel cold without her.
Mother is the salt of the dish.
Without her, life would be tasteless.
Mother must have her share of pain.
Those wandering pains,
often hang on her face,
intertwined with the smiles of her children.
Great maternal love
Pick a bouquet of the brightest roses,
Put all the words of love for your mother,
My mother said I'm stupid,
Rose is the flower that symbolizes love,
No,
it is also the flower that children want to give to their mothers.
It has been a long time since I heard the jokes my mother told me when I was a child.
I really regret it.
I fell asleep before I finished listening to those words.
The mother said, silly child,
The mother will never finish what she wants to say to her children,
She will sleep in the grave,
< p>You are also my eternal concern.Mother·Five-yeed Tree
Am I getting deeper and deeper into the world?
One of the world
The five-leaf tree is covered with poetry
Mother
I am your child who was forced to mature
That child wearing a subtle green suit
I am a handful of soil that is loved by you in every possible way
Tonight you are sitting under the eaves of the countryside
< p>Wash your fingers gently one of the five leavesAn autumn leaf
Dreaming hole
Mother and son look at you by the river thousands of miles away
Don’t tell me where life happened
There are tears that want to pierce my river
reproduction!
The stars are so bright tonight
The waves are rippling
The nocturnes are melodious
Mother’s fingers are wrapped with the holiness of youth
The five-leaf tree is covered with poems as heavy as autumn
Her son stands on the trembling hair
Don’t be excited by the sound of the flute blowing from the corner of my mouth...
p>Your life has touched my dream of leaving with you
Every autumn I pass by under the tree
Every autumn
I am under the tree
Horse passing by
More references to poems praising mothers: /shige/zanmei/