A poem describing maternal love 1 "Ah, Mom"
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.
Poem 2 describing maternal love "A maternal love is like a poem"
You can't give me heaven,
But you gave me a dream;
You can't give me the sun,
But you gave me hope;
You can't give me the whole ocean,
But you gave me a drop of clear and pure water;
You can't give me temporary beauty,
But you gave me a heart that is always kind, happy, uplifting and sincere.
What I remember most about my childhood is my grandmother complex. On a summer night, the bright moonlight gently falls from the dense canopy, casting a mysterious luster on the quiet summer night yard.
At this time, my mother would lead me to sit in the yard and tell me that agarwood cut down the mountain to save my mother, and the cowherd and the weaver girl met at the magpie bridge ... Many stories, like stars in the night sky, are countless.
But every story contains the philosophy of being a man, just like the gentle moonlight, which drives away my deep ignorance; Every word is entrusted with mother's expectation and love, like a blooming rose, which makes that barren day full of flowers. ...
A poem describing maternal love, 3 "Deep Maternal Love"
As a child,
Mother's cattail leaf fan,
Mosquito repellent, cooling for me;
When I grow up,
Heavy love was put into my bag again;
Married,
Motherly love is like a leaf turning to the earth. ...
Hot yellow earth,
Full of the reluctance of the elderly,
The bitterness of life,
Cast your golden character,
Your tenacity and persistence,
The strongest sound that shocks life. ...
You never give up,
Always be a child's indicator light;
The blood is flowing so fast,
The life you are destined to experience. Very steep,
Your straight spine is admirable!
Between gains and losses,
You chose to pay. ...
In a small farmhouse,
But it has the virtual cold and warm of the world;
Tonight the moon is like a hook,
My old mother,
Is it still there?
expect
The footsteps of children coming home. ...
Poetry describing maternal love 4 "The Light of Maternal Love"
There is a kind of love.
Even if you're still in the womb.
It's ok
Love you deeply
There is a kind of love.
No need for gorgeous confession
But you still believe that this is true love.
There is a kind of love.
No racial color.
Its light
Shine inside and outside the universe
Mother's love
From the first breast feeding.
you must
Never forget.
Mother's love
As simple as cabbage
Its charm
Deep in the ocean.
Mother's love
Even though it's gone.
You're still
Feel its existence
A poem describing maternal love 5 "Maternal love becomes a mountain"
The mobile phone is tightly attached to the ear, and it is connected.
Mother's nagging came from the other end.
Like a naughty moon in a quiet night
Through the pockets of clouds in the sky
Scattered stars
Hang up the phone.
I'm just like her.
Miss choked her throat.
Tears are like fountains.
When I close my eyes, I always see a broad and fat figure.
Shake in a long-lost house
Calling my name over and over again
Drip from the ear to the heart
Filial piety hasn't had time to say.
Mother's ears have been worn out by years.
I want to ask the silver thread whose sideburns are ignited by wind and frost.
Can it be as dense as it was then?
Clearly see the mother under the red light of the sunset.
The back began to bend.
It's not the light of the sunset that deviates from the outline.
But mother's love piled up on her back and became a mountain.
A poem describing maternal love 6 "Silent Maternal Love"
I like the charm of the night.
Some special smells came quietly.
Dense fog or light fog
Breeze or strong wind
Those are all signs of the true meaning of life.
Think aimlessly
Suddenly flashed my mother.
She gave birth to my life
Supported my childhood.
Witnessed my teenager
Step into youth gradually
But for this reason,
She is gray, too.
Reject beauty
sometimes
A woman who cries for you.
Not the one you love.
sometimes
A woman who cries for you.
It is your mother who loves you the most.
But who?
And reading the world is the hardest.
The loneliest heart
No matter how humble her birth is.
Whether her knowledge is profound or not.
At least she gave us life.
For this reason, we should always be grateful.
in the past
Because of vanity and ignorance
dear restless heart
How many years of youth have you wasted?
I imagined it, too
General flight in fantasy
Afraid again
Because of the lack of a process
Broken those soft wings.
How can I make her sad again?
How can I bear to make her sad again?
When she was here,
I'm everything to her.
While she was away.
Everything is her.
There is a kind of love that is loud.
It seems to be called the seas run dry and the rocks crumble
There is a kind of love that is silent.
It's as if no one is deliberately observing their breathing.
Few people cherish its existence.
Because maternal love is silent.
A poem describing maternal love 7 "Maternal Love"
There is always a silent love.
Around us
There is always a warm concern.
Around our hearts
Maybe that silent love is gone.
Perhaps this strong worry is no longer beautiful.
We always have reason to think of that great maternal love.
We always worship them with true feelings.
She spread out our future with rough hands.
She watered our hearts with needle and thread.
She danced the kind ribbon with kind eyes.
She shoulders our growth with tough shoulders.
She makes your growth stronger with her passionate love.
Great, she is our mother.
A great mother is our reliable bridge.
With her, you can ignore the wind and rain.
With her, you don't have to be afraid of setbacks.
She is the light in your life, illuminating your journey.
When you are in trouble, she is your guide and takes you out of danger.
Great, she is our mother.
A great mother is the palm that holds up our growing sky.
Sometimes she loves us, but doesn't want us to know.
Sometimes her weather-beaten eyes don't want us to see them.
The greatest is our mother.
Mother has a kind of love and is willing to give her life for us.
A poem describing maternal love 8 "Mother Clock"
Xiao Min
When you come home disappointed,
Son,
No matter how tall you are,
Mom's arms can still surround you.
I want to be your mother's clock,
Until the clock was broken and didn't stop.
Poem describing maternal love 9 "Mother's Bible"
Every time I open this bible,
I can't help holding it to my chest,
Like hugging my dear mother,
I can still smell the faint fragrance on my mother.
I saw my mother's beautiful and elegant face.
A poem about maternal love 10 "learn to be a good mother"
The hand that pushes the cradle is the hand that changes society.
mother
This is a privilege granted to women by God.
It is priceless for a mother to sacrifice for her child.
Giving is also unconditional.
A poem about maternal love 1 1 "Mom"
When I met you,
I am ten/you are thirty-five.
You are a round-faced mother/
Your love is full of bath water/
Warm,
Almost made me float.
A poem about maternal love 12 "Mother"
Gaomingcheng
The earth has been spinning.
I accidentally fell into a ditch when I was a child.
You took it from the ground in a pool of blood.
Suddenly picked me up.
It's your omnipotent Hercules!
A thousand raindrops fell from the umbrella.
Into your back, grain by grain.
There is no rain in my arms.
The hospital is the end of the marathon.
This is your brave ambulance.
Chen Xing was born and died constantly.
I also know that it has aging and parting.
Regret is always deeply rooted in the heart after parting.
There are endless complaints about grasslands and rivers.
Spring is warm, and the sea and the sky are the same.
Is your avatar avalokitesvara!
A poem about maternal love 13 "stars"
Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hid in his nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I just hid in your arms.
Poem describing maternal love 14 "Past Seven"
Mom!
You are a lotus leaf, and I am a red lotus.
The raindrops in my heart are coming,
Except for you,
Who is the shadow under my naked sky?
A poem describing maternal love 15 "ode to mother"
Although mother is still poor.
The child's love for his mother is unambiguous.
We just shouted "Long live mother"
Deeper love erupts in my heart like a volcano.
Although the mother is ordinary and reactive.
She is the real hero in children's hearts.
Who can live in the achievements of princes and princes?
Children can keep their mother's kindness in mind.
Although mother is weak.
She is heavier than Mount Tai in children's hearts.
She has made no earth-shattering achievements.
But my mother and I watered the children's success together.
A poem describing maternal love 16 "Ordinary Life"
Your little feet
How many roads have you walked?
On your weak shoulders
Still bear a heavy burden
This road is very long.
It is full of your blood, your sweat and your tears.
And endless humiliation.
Your cheeks are brown.
Write about your long-term running and hard work.
however
You never seem to know what to complain about.
You are always tenacious, keep going.
There is always a long way under your feet.
Never asked you why you left.
You never wanted to tell anyone.
You are always so silent.
Go quietly, go ...
Your little feet,
Walk out of the long road
There is no end in sight.
A poem describing maternal love 17 "ode to immortals"
The gentle wind is blowing the sun, and my mother's kindness is not fully praised.
Adopted daughters care for their children's nature and keep the tears of pregnancy and childbirth.
I am afraid that my heart will become a phoenix, and I will become the soul in my dream.
The most important thing is Meng Jiao's theory of beautiful spring scenery and flourishing grass.
A poem describing maternal love 18 "Mother is Great"
Mother is like the moon,
Shine on my doors and windows,
Holy and kind,
Emit the light of love.
For the sake of the children,
Not afraid of dark clouds,
Give me warmth,
Encourage me to go up.
Mom, I love you.
I love you.
You're amazing.
Mother is like a star,
Shine on my doors and windows,
Holy and kind,
Emit the light of love.