Modern poetry praising mother 1
Who gave me life?
Who gave me my body?
Who gave me happiness?
Who will worry about me?
Who will sleep for me?
Who cares about me?
When I was sick in bed
Who is caring and attentive at the bedside?
When I go out early and come back late
Who is waiting at home with the light on?
When I was in a foreign land
Who prays deeply before the Buddha?
once
I always complain about you.
What about you?
Always forgive my ignorance with a tolerant attitude.
once
I'm always angry with you.
What about you?
Always tolerate my temper with tolerance.
Life makes me grow up day by day.
At the same time, it also makes your body old.
Time has taught me to take responsibility.
Took your time, too
Tears made me feel grateful.
Dry your eyes, too
Accustomed to being inarticulate
Accustomed to silence
I am used to keeping everything in my heart.
Maybe the dialect is difficult to express.
Maybe it's shyness in character.
Probably used to everything.
Once those warm hands
Now it has experienced many vicissitudes.
Once black hair
Now it's covered with gray.
Once that kind face.
It's wrinkled now.
At the moment, the rain is beating in the air.
The sky seems to be shrouded in rain and fog.
In the rain and fog
I saw you.
Not a mirage.
But I miss you in my heart.
It was my mother who gave me life.
My mother gave me my body.
It is my mother who gives me happiness.
It will be my mother who is worried about me.
It's mom who will not sleep well.
It is my mother who is worried about me.
When I was sick in bed
It's mom who is caring and attentive at the bedside.
When I go out early and come back late
It's mom waiting at home with the light on.
When I was in a foreign land
It was mother who prayed deeply in front of Buddha.
Modern poems praising mother II
Remember when I was a kid?
My family is too poor.
The most happy thing
Just a guest.
Because you can always do everything possible.
Make some delicious dishes.
entertain guests
We can also leave after the guests leave.
Mei Mei has some leftovers.
Mom, every time
You always stand by silently.
Eyes with shallow tears
Watch us gobble.
When we give you a bite.
You said you didn't like to eat other people's leftovers.
We really believe.
What you like to eat is kimchi.
I don't like these coriander.
Mom, mom
Remember when I was a kid?
My family is too poor.
What I am looking forward to most is the Spring Festival.
because
You can eat meat during the Spring Festival.
I can eat fish in the new year.
You can eat it in the new year.
The chicken you can't bear to kill.
The whole family was hanging out there.
Only you.
Busy in the smoky fire
It's time to eat and celebrate the New Year.
The family sat on the table munching.
Run back and forth in your room, kitchen and room.
Everyone is full of wine and gossip.
You're just sitting at the table
Help yourself to the remaining soup.
Mom, mom
Everything is fine now.
You're getting old.
You can't bear to lose it.
That's hard to throw.
The whole family blames you for being petty.
You said people.
How can you forget your roots?
Mom, mom
mother
You've been carrying a load like a scalper all your life.
You eat what others can't eat.
You swallow what others can't.
You are too modest.
But I say you are so noble.
Mom, all I have
Tianxia mother