A poem thanking my mother in the first grade of primary school
You have broadened my horizons. You are my best friend forever and the driving force of my life.
You leaned over and guarded with love and caution.
You show your clever mind to your heart's content
Your exuberant energy and bright smile.
Your boiling blood keeps flowing.
Let me immerse myself in your joy.
Let me enjoy your warmth.
Let me be intoxicated in your arms
Let me snuggle up in your arms
If mother is rain, then I am a rainbow after rain.
If my mother is the moon, then I am the star holding the moon.
Mother is the foundation of my growth.
I am my mother's ideal fruit.
When I grow up, my mother's black hair is like a maple leaf.
The frost sparkled with silver stars.
A poem thanking my mother in the first grade of the second primary school.
Song for Mother We grew up bathed in the sunshine of love.
We nourish our true feelings about the world.
How many times have I fallen asleep with a feeling of happiness?
How many times I imagined the future with tears in my eyes.
He who is always grateful is the happiest.
A grateful life is the sweetest.
On the road of our growth
There are too many people to be grateful for.
Who do you want to thank most?
There is one word that is the kindest.
There is a kind called the most beautiful.
There is one person to thank most.
There is one person who should be grateful most.
That is-"mom"
My mother's wrinkles are deep-because she gave my mother beautiful youth and her hands are thick-because she gave my mother warm sunshine and bent her back-because she gave my mother a straight back and her bright eyes gave my mother love like a cup of strong tea.
We need to savor it.
Mom, tears are my sadness.
Mom's smile is my comfort.
Motherly love is the warmest language-it makes me strong, and my mother's arm is a harbor-it makes me coquetry, and I am an attachment that my mother can't let go.
My mother is my eternal attachment to my mother-you are my hometown of life.
Mountain, not as high as maternal love.
The sea is not as deep as my mother's love.
God, without mom, love is so great.
Nature has no mother's love and tolerance.
Sunshine is not as warm as mom's love.
Clouds are not as white as mother's love.
Flowers are not as brilliant as mom's love.
When receiving this kind of care becomes a habit, don't forget to say thank you-my mother.
I really want to buy a bunch of flowers.
To my mom.-My mom.
Thank you for your mother's poem in grade three and grade one.
You look pale. Fingertips manage my temples, and I can't help being 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.