Mother's Modern Poetry 1 Mother's Telephone
Mom called again.
Mom's phone always calls once in a while.
As long as I don't call for a few days
Mother will call and ask questions anxiously.
Mom said to me on the phone
Son, what I asked your brother to bring you.
Remember, it doesn't taste good if you eat it for a long time.
The weather is changeable, so you should wear more clothes when you go out.
Don't catch a cold. It's freezing.
Son, don't always stay up until dawn.
Don't spend too much time reading, it will make your eyes tired.
Be careful at work, safety first.
Go out and make more intimate friends.
Son, there is nothing at home. Don't worry.
Do not worry about your mother's health.
Mother is on the other end of the phone.
Enjoy the care of being a mother
I'm on the other end of the phone.
Enjoy the selflessness and persistence of maternal love.
Listen to mom's phone.
Peace of mind a lot
A stable heart.
Full of warmth and happiness.
I left my hometown to work hard for the future of another country.
Grow up and mature gradually
I cry every time I hang up on my mother.
Every time I miss home in my mother's exhortation.
Concern for my mother
I miss my hometown.
Firmly rooted in my heart
will never fade
Oh, mom's phone.
The wealth and care in my life
Mother's Modern Poems 2 My Mother
When I came into this world,
When I open my sleepy eyes,
When I first smelled the fragrance of this world,
When I burst into tears for the first time,
You're with me.
Mom, what a familiar name!
When I was a child, I began to learn English by babbling.
From childhood curiosity and ignorance,
From childhood ignorance of maternal love,
It's you, always by my side,
Take good care of me.
Mom, what a nice name!
When I am sad, you dry my tears.
When you are happy, you share happiness with me.
You took good care of me when I was ill.
You, by my side,
Never said a word of bitterness and resentment.
Mom, what a nice name!
Gradually I grew up,
Gradually realize the greatness of maternal love,
I learned to be grateful,
But it's nothing compared to your love,
But you don't ask for anything in return.
Mom, what a selfless name!
I grew up,
We are far away,
But I won't forget,
Your kind, great and selfless love!
Mother's Modern Poetry 3 Maternal Love
A few sunny rains
Moist eyes
The grassland stretches for thousands of miles.
Her lonely grave is thousands of miles away.
A locust tree is golden and swaying.
Crisp laughter
mother
Can I go to cut class tomorrow?
The dragonfly by the pond is waiting for me.
Tadpoles in the water will soon become frogs.
There are impatiens in the garden.
One has blossomed in the morning.
And my nails.
It was quietly trimmed last night.
mother
Can I not know how steel is tempered?
Such a narrow ditch
What a pity not to jump over.
Of course you should cry below the knee.
Paul won't cry.
Because he is a boy.
mother
You promised to buy me canned oranges.
But when your backpack is folded,
Only a new pair of shoes.
In the hands of a barefoot child in the snow next door.
mother
The most naughty doll in the school.
How do you go to class?
A child who dropped out of school by pulling his ear.
Why did you come back to class?
You said to take two more handfuls of rice when cooking.
Children in the mountains never have lunch.
Today is the big exam.
mother
You went to receive the prize again. Why don't you laugh?
Is this the right way?
Go to your hometown.
Is it in that bustling city?
Do you have a dream when you were young?
erhu
Whose mind is it?
Fenghuang guqin
Who's playing:
Changting Waigudaobian
The grass is blue and the sky is blue.
It's getting dark
Time will get old.
You are still young.
mother
I dare not put beautiful azaleas in my braids.
Even when it rains.
Running barefoot on the playground
I dare not travel in the dark.
There is no moon in the sky in the city.
mother
I just
Put those dewy flowers
Plant it in your heart season by season.
When I miss you.
Open all kinds of
Sour and painful
The sea becomes a mulberry field, and the mulberry field becomes the sea.
Mother's Modern Poems 4 Wandering Poems
Mom.
The wind and rain in the sky are coming.
The bird hid in his nest.
The storm in my heart is coming.
I only hide in your arms.
You are a red candle.
I am a dark hut.
You burn silently
Release light
Illuminate me
You are a clear spring.
I am a green seedling.
You walked into my heart.
Fill me with sweet spring water.
Moisten me
You are the sun in the morning.
I am a newly sprouted grass.
Your soft light shines on me
Makes me full of energy.
You warmed me up.
You are the blue sea.
I'm a little skeptical.
You have a broad mind and strong arms.
I nestled in your arms with peace of mind.
You take good care of me.
You are my mentor and friend.
Taught me countless knowledge and the truth of being a man.
Come into my world
learn about me
I speak.
How many times have you put up with me?
Encourage me
So I have
Golden house, cash cow, golden key of knowledge.
And take a step back and broaden your horizons?
Mother's modern poem 5 is dedicated to mother.
I dare not write about you, mom.
Afraid that tears will fall
Wet care and yearning
Your eyes always contain too much tenderness and anxiety.
Burning my wandering eyes and soul
Enjoy life under neon lights.
You are sitting under the lamp with reading glasses.
Sewing cotton-padded clothes for children
I dare not write about you, mom.
Afraid the pen won't flow out
You love your son deeply.
You told me again and again when I left.
My heart has long been unable to stop flying to the high blue sky.
There are also cold rain, cold wind and biting hail on the road.
My son put you in his heart at the moment of fear and despair.
Call again and again
At that time, mom, I knew you could hear me!
I dare not write about you, mom.
I dare not write that you gently get up before dawn to cook.
I dare not write your loud voice in front of TV at night.
I dare not write that you quilt your son at night.
I dare not write that you bite your teeth silently when you are sick.
-Mom,
For the sake of my son,
Your love is too deep and strong,
Too long and too far,
Too broad and selfless,
Too hard, too hard!
Waiting to see your eyes.
Only to find that your eyes are blurred.
Snowflakes floated to your temples.
-I'm Snowflake, Mom.
I don't know when you dyed your hair white!
Mother's modern poem 6 is written for heaven.
one
Bloody carnations in full bloom
April in the north
The drizzle came quietly.
Peach blossoms and pear blossoms in my hometown
Like clouds and clouds.
Mom.
Your garden in heaven
But spring blossoms.
Green and dyeing.
Every grass and tree in my hometown
Rich childhood memories
In this world, April day
I stand on a high mountain in my hometown.
Facing the direction of hometown
Mother facing her hometown
Facing the passing years
With tears
Devotional worship
There is a sad yearning in my heart.
A stream of blood carnations is in full bloom.
two
Miss a robin in the tree
Mom.
Do you know
Only after you left.
This child can no longer
Mend the broken days
Withered ears of grain and dim time
mother
You don't have time for a spring rain.
You have no time to shed a ray of sunshine.
You don't have time to hold up the sky of years.
How can children become flowers?
Against bitter flowers blooming in the wind and rain
Mom.
Since you left.
My thoughts
Always condenses into dew.
Hanging on the treetops of dreams every night.
At every dawn and sunrise
Rolling luminescence transpiration on leaves
Fly to the heaven of missing.
I miss you, mom.
When my eyes are blurred
Lost my way.
When my body is exposed to the cold world.
way
Twisted binding
When my soul
When you rolling in the deep.
There is always a bluebird.
Fly in front of me
Is that you, mom?
You once said
if there is an afterlife
You became a bluebird in your daughter's tree.
You fly from the distant sky.
Got the green spring scenery.
Jump on the branch I miss.
A beautiful, tactful and affectionate singing voice
Take me away from my winter dream
again and again
awake
Mother's Modern Poetry 7 Motherly Love
one
On a foggy morning, I was walking home alone and sadly.
Suddenly, a strange woman appeared, and I stepped forward in three steps.
Oiy Mama
Why did you become like this?
two
Tooth worm, inflammation
My whole face is sore and swollen. ...
This deep voice worries me.
The deep voice surprised me.
The low voice makes me sad.
three
Ah, mom.
For my future.
You'd rather suffer.
You would rather work day and night.
You'd rather wear the moon.
You'd rather be frugal.
Ah, mom.
For my study.
You'd rather put up with medication.
You'd rather starve
You would rather live a simple life than eat a simple meal.
You would rather have thin sleeves.
four
Ah, mom.
You are so beautiful.
Your beauty is better than enchanting red lotus.
Your beauty is better than the plum blossom of iceberg.
Ah, mom.
You are so beautiful.
Your beauty is better than spring flowers.
Your beauty is better than colorful clouds in autumn.
five
Ah, mom.
You are so gentle.
Your tenderness is like the spring breeze.
Your gentle smile is like spring.
Ah, mom.
You are so gentle.
Your tenderness is like the green silk in spring.
Your tenderness is like the green spring like spring.
six
Ah, mom.
Miss your love
My heart is bubbling.
Think about me now.
Only yo
A tear rolled down.
Ah, mom.
Miss your love
Sweet in my heart
Think about me now.
Only yo
Tears are like waterfalls.