Chapter 1: Grateful Mother's Poetry Recitation Draft "Ah, Mother" 20 17.
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 it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
Chapter 2: 20 17 Grateful Mother's Poem Recitation "To Mother"
? Dedicated to Mother's Day
That year
I left home.
Mother was in that spring.
Plant a small purple flower.
Mother said
This flower looks like a daughter.
No matter how far you go.
Just miss her.
Look at this purple flower.
Another spring
Mother grows flowers under the eaves.
She said
This flower is a daughter.
Know that I am waiting for her.
I will go home early.
Now
Clusters of purple flowers
Stay the same year after year.
Open it under mother's eaves.
only
only
Mom is at the cape.
I'm still at the end of the world
Chapter 3: 20 17 grateful mother's poetry reading. Mom, stop getting old.
Liu Jiakui/Wen Leiming/Reciting
Mom, don't be old.
If you keep getting old.
I wouldn't have a mother.
A wanderer without a mother
You can never go back to your hometown.
There is no mother's hometown.
It became an empty shell.
Oh hometown hometown
My hometown is where my mother lives.
Mom is the heart of my hometown.
Mom is the soul of my hometown.
It's warm smoke rising in the morning and evening.
Is it a humble nest waiting in the rain?
Mom, don't be old.
If you keep getting old.
I wouldn't have a mother.
A son without a mother
No matter how old you are, you are still an orphan.
No matter how old the orphan is.
Dreaming of mom's arms?
Oh, mom, mom.
A mother is a son's paradise.
The belief that a mother is a son.
It is the source of life and the destination of the soul.
Is it ideal to rely on spirit?
Mom, don't be old.
If you keep getting old.
I will be an orphan.
Chapter 4: 20 17 Grateful Mother's Poem Reading Draft Mom, I love you.
When the breath of spring comes to my face.
When the carol of love sings feelings again
My heart is like morning dew in early spring.
Give the purest idea to mom.
When my rose is covered with dust and sadness
There is always a warm call for missing in my dream.
I looked up and saw the light from heaven.
That's my mother's eyes all the time.
Mom, you dissolved the night with gentle eyes.
You urged me to set sail with an encouraging smile.
You touched my forehead with the warm hand of an angel.
Let me sing the innocence of virginity
My hesitation, the pain of failure.
Will disappear in front of you every time.
Every deep and shallow footwell of mine.
Full of your efforts and expectations.
The word mother finally let me know.
More endless than the water in the Yangtze River.
I miss my mother.
More lush than the green of pine and cypress
It's gratitude to mom.
Can I talk to you again?
Mom, I love you.