3.8 Women's Day Poetry

Mom, you are a big tree, and I am a leaf on it. You are a beam of sunshine, and I am a flower in a flowerpot; You are a bee, and I am a blooming flower. I wish you a happy Women's Day! The following is a poem about Women's Day on March 8th. Welcome to read!

mother

Years climb on your forehead,

Time flies on my shoulders,

In the morning light, you smile,

There are still many vicissitudes,

Hold up my soft wings.

That sweet and delicious meal,

A warm and soft sweater;

Tireless teaching;

The complex of life is closely connected with me,

After being dissolved in the blood,

In the bone marrow,

In my heart,

Your love touched me.

I finally know that there is one thing in this world,

Richer than the water in the Yangtze River,

More thrilling than the Yellow River;

Tougher and evergreen than the green of pine and cypress;

That's your love,

Your deep love,

Selfless love,

My mother.

International Women's Day

A song dedicated to mother

Stepping on the breath of spring

This beautiful day

Fuck you and fuck me.

My heart is as grand as the sea.

I really want to sing a carol for you.

I am neither a singer nor a poet.

I can't write a melody or sing a poem.

I lack flash inspiration and genius thinking.

I am ashamed that the deepest love can't be explained by a trickle.

But today,

I want to present a heart song for you.

May my song become a needle and thread.

Sew up the split wound for you.

May my songs turn into raindrops.

Moisten throat and quench thirst.

May my songs turn into clouds.

Bring fragrance to your life.

My original song turned into a cloud.

Refracting the luster of the sun for you

it's you

Gave me a beating pulse.

it's you

Gave me the joy of my childhood.

it's you

Teach me to take my time in adversity

Read a poem to mom.

The sound of piano makes you feel depressed.

Tears come from my dreams.

remote

You put away your smile.

Like the last leaf.

On my foggy branch

anxious

Oh, the other way

Can I sneak into you? mother

All the waves and starlight

You'll never remember

That thunderstorm afternoon

There's a struggle in your eyes.

Printed plants

Palm with loose feathers

It took me years to understand.

Your handwriting on the window glass.

You protested before being destroyed.

Oh, which direction is the wind blowing?

Take my song away? mother

May all the people you forgive.

Because you forgave the trial.