First, "Forever Mother"
When I first opened my newborn eyes.
The first thing I saw was the incomparable holiness of my mother.
Love eyes and tears of joy-
Staring at you without blinking an eye.
Your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively
But I can't express my feelings, just dancing around.
I am so anxious that you can't help crying loudly.
After many days and nights of cultivation
Sit up straight at last, your little body.
After adjusting EQ and IQ
Never wait, shout out life.
The most precious first sound-mom
This is the most touching original moral.
No matter how many languages there are in the world.
Only this cry is absolutely the same.
No music, no poetry.
It can be more touching than this.
I went to Qiu Lai in the spring of 1955.
20,075 days of hurricanes and rainstorms
Washed away
It is the floating dust of the years.
remain; stay
It is this developed root system.
Towering trees with lush foliage.
Frosty white hair
Evolved into blue silk and elegant.
Wrinkle like a sculpture
Turn into roots and roots
A constantly cutting umbilical cord.
blood-stained
It's not just the reproduction of surnames
Second, "mom, mom"
Your silvery hair, rickety body and lonely figure
You are old.
You associate with neighboring villages.
At the age of 80, he still draws water and cooks himself.
You are still attached to my childhood home.
Hometown of dreams
You have raised our four children all your life.
Four children are the pride of your life.
The pigeons you let go are the concern of your life.
Hope for survival
Every time I mention this to someone,
Zhang Shanliang's face is always full of smiles.
mother
I have been through a lot.
A long-suffering mother
How can a blunt pen write thousands of words?
I'm in love.
Third, "great maternal love"
Pick a bunch of the brightest roses,
With all my dear words to my mother,
Mom said I was stupid,
Roses are flowers that symbolize love.
I don't know,
It is also a flower that the child wants to give to his mother.
I haven't heard my mother tell jokes about my childhood for a long time.
I regret it,
Listen, if you fall asleep.
Mom said, silly boy,
A mother can never finish what she has to say to her children.
Is to sleep in the grave,
You are also my eternal concern.
Fourth, Ode to Mother
Mom, can you use the hands of dead tree skin?
Brush off the frost that has turned gray on your temples? I know
The bow of the red ribbon bleached the black hair in my memory.
Long time no see. Mother, as if nothing had happened.
Or wriggle a loose tooth gently?
It's neither too tight nor too slow. Laugh in tears
Sing some songs that are still fresh in my childhood.
Memory is the snake of missing. Draw a word
Winding forward, my bitter ink in this life.
Mom, are you still willing to use this cracked tongue core?
Lick my arrogant poison. I am in front of you.
Always a child who doesn't grow up.
So there is a vague topic called maternal love.
It is undoubtedly the stupidest injury to a wanderer.
Mom, you are old. You used to be as famous as chrysanthemums.
The edge of the white porcelain bottle has your residual medicine fragrance.
Plain silk was very popular in the old days. manage
Brushed the heart of love, but still
I can't hide your crazy concern.
The autumn wind has started. Even in the shadow of loneliness, mom
Don't catch cold either. No matter when and where
Sunset depends on a crutch called a child.
And you, on fertile soil.
Seeds covered with vegetation are sprouting and growing.
And I, at the moment. I just want to hear your call.
My real name. In a trance, mother
I seem to be back in the yard, next to the well where I drew water as a child.
5. "Mom, you have worked hard."
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.
Sixth, "maternal love is strange"
Look, from the moment her child was born.
She added a different occupation-mother.
This profession is very small.
This career is also great.
She may be obedient to you.
It may also be strict with you.
But this is just what mom can give you.
The only mother
Motherly love is great.
Look, from the day her baby was ready to learn to walk.
She put the baby down-let the child learn to walk by himself.
This thing is very small.
This thing is also great.
She might let you do whatever you want.
It may also restrict you.
But this is just what mom can give you.
The only mother
Motherly love is pure.
Listen, when her child first cried.
This love is simple.
This love is also very complicated.
She won't miss or get any of you.
But he will still give it to you wholeheartedly.
But this is just what mom can give you.
The only mother
Laugh when you cry, laugh when you are happy and sad.
There will always be someone with you.
This person is the mother.
When you hurt and hurt, you fell and twisted.
Someone will always take care of you.
This person is the mother.
There is no extravagant language.
There is no perfect word.
This poem is dedicated to every mother in the world who loves her children.
Seven, "mother"
My dear mother.
On this special day,
Your love for me cannot be returned.
I present my song,
Thinking about it is intentional.
I've learned over the years,
My dear mother.
You know,
I am pitifully young.
In your belly,
But less than one thousandth of yours.
When you are the sea,
I am a small fish in your sea.
Your vastness makes me swim,
And I,
Still looking.
I've known all these years,
My dear mother.
You know,
In front of my eyes is a silent black.
I can't find you,
You connect a line,
Tied to my little body.
Since then,
You raised me,
Protect me,
I can't avoid it,
This is crazy.
I don't remember when I was in your belly,
My dear mother.
You know,
There was a brief darkness before my eyes.
You were the sun then,
I am a plant on the earth.
Since then,
You touch your stomach.
I think,
Still playing with you.
I don't remember being by your side,
My dear mother.
You know,
My eyes are crimson blood.
You were a lotus leaf,
But I am a lotus root under the mud.
Since then,
Father shouted his name.
Listen,
Still crying for you.
As a child,
I was lying in the baby chair,
My dear mother.
You are a giant in my heart,
I am the jewel in your hand.
I kicked the quilt in the calf,
Walk back and forth in the rocking chair.
I don't remember you at your best,
Your good or my crying at that time.
Sometimes I'm naughty,
The moment you put down the diaper,
I started my work.
Look at the yellow pattern,
Laugh at me,
And tease me.
At that time, I was the pearl in your heart,
You're afraid of falling,
Hide and be afraid of losing.
In those years,
My dear mother.
You know, you are the patron saint in my heart,
I am attached to you,
Like fish and water,
No matter where you go,
I'll follow you there.
Mom,
My dear mother,
You know,
I made a terrible noise.
Crying in the classroom,
Make a fool of yourself and look at you,
Guard you.
Afraid that when I turn around,
You went home,
Don't want me.
It's you, mom,
You taught me to go to school.
I remember that six was written backwards,
You call me stupid,
I said it looks like a dog's tail.
At that time, you were a pen for writing.
I am a thick note.
You wrote,
I remember.
Mom,
My dear mother.
I watched you grow old,
You watched me restore your youth.
In those years,
You are the old willow beside my pond,
I'm like time,
Your youth is slipping away.
You are the reflection of the pool,
I'm covered in water,
But you have been vaguely imprinted in my mind.
Mom,
You are the morning sun in my heart,
I was bathed in long shadows.
Along the way,
Walk slowly.