Poetry praising father's love for maternal love

Holy maternal love: maternal love, regardless of appearance, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, noble and great maternal love, infinite loyalty, regardless of whether you are peaceful or restless, regardless of whether you fail or succeed, maternal love is everywhere. It is she who accompanies you to experience life, and it is she who flies the dragon and phoenix in the sky. Changhong does not understand maternal love, so you will lose the true meaning of life, forget maternal love, high officials and generous, rich and cold and empty body. How can a mother miss peace when she is poor? With our hands, we can touch bright colors, and with our love, we can measure the overall prosperity and care for our mother. It is also the sublimation and purification of you and me, trying to dry my tears for my mother and enjoy the splendor! A paper boat selected from Bing Xin's poems-I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper for my mother's sake. I always keep it, fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea. Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I am still not discouraged, and I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go. Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please ask him to come back with her love and sadness! Motherly love is a blood connection and a blessing for children. Motherly love is like the wind in spring. Motherly love is green only when it is gently brushed over the earth. Motherly love is a cloud in the sky. It always lets the scorching sun pass through her body, bringing changes of wind, rain and peace to the earth. Motherly love always lets the washed earth lie in her arms after the rain, and writes colorful life dreams in the high sky. It was first published on February 6, 2005. 5438+04:38:05 Popularity: 1 1782 If time goes back, I will meet you again and your blood will beat quietly. Every cell of mine will be like leaf pulp passing through branches and leaves, and the sun will touch the earth. I will sleep in your stomach in the most peaceful posture and listen to your intoxicating heartbeat with my even breathing. If the years reappear, I will live with you again, and your smile is no longer in the photo album. Miss me, I will chat with you in every dull day, watching the evening when there are few stars in the moon. I will let you keep a happy smile and stop showing childish rebellion. If I lose everything, I will be abandoned by all my friends. If I fall into endless disasters, I will be pale and powerless in the face of tomorrow. You will help me gently and help my mother in the dark with your kind hands. Only you can tolerate such a stubborn and failed son. Only you can let me know what laughter and crying mean. Is my mother old? Are you old? I asked myself over and over again sadly, touching my growing white hair. I hate to believe that my mother is really old. As I get older, tears can't help coming out, blurring all my missing memories. Mother is old and looks at the sky quietly and peacefully like a weather-beaten land. Look at me. I never dare to talk about my grades in front of her. My mother cares about my health. My mother is old. I only dare to praise her in the simplest language. I'm afraid I don't deserve this frosty land. I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper. I always keep it, fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea. Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I am still not discouraged, and I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go. Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please ask him to come back with her love and sadness! Motherly love is a blood connection and a blessing for children. Motherly love is like the wind in spring. Motherly love is green, when she gently blows across the earth. Motherly love is a cloud in the sky. It always lets the scorching sun pass through her body first, giving the earth a change of wind and rain and calming it down. Motherly love always lets the washed earth lie in her arms and writes colorful life dreams in the high sky ...: Motherly love is the eternal theme of human beings. We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations. There is no soul-stirring historical epic, no shocking reversal of stormy waves, and a mother's love is like a spring rain, a clear song that moistens things silently for a long time. Yu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... Their destination is the aging ... elderly people in their twilight years. It is impossible to cry for their mothers without moving people, and they cannot but cry for their return and wander." Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. With the children sipping and sipping, it is endless. Therefore, the lingering maternal love is integrated into the children's laughter and tears. Motherly love is like an idyll, deep and pure, elegant and light; Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural. Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly; Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring. Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter and a wandering yearning. Motherly love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sickbed. Motherly love is the ardent expectation of their children's growth. Mother is a huge ship, carrying us to the sea, pursuing the mystery of life and exploring the world. Mother is a magical mountain, which contains everything to raise us to grow and be strong. Mother is a touching song, which takes us all over the country with her beautiful tunes and sings the history of the motherland. Mother is the spring breeze, which blows everything in the world and brings great vitality. Mother is a spring rain, nourishing everything on the earth! Mom, I love you, and you will always be the love in my heart. The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how much love has an inch of grass, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " A mother who is always in pain and has been ill for a long time, appoints a ditch flow for five years. I was born weak and sour about life. Life is homeless, why is it steaming! "Words sad, sad, generous enough, moved the tears of the next century. When the rainy season came, my mother just passed by. I gave my mother half of the umbrella for the children to keep out the wind and rain, and my mother pushed it to me. Rain is no longer rain, but a happy and tearful day given by God to the world, just like walking on a stormy road with my mother at the front. I gave my mother several umbrellas to protect the children from the wind and rain. My mother pushed them to me. The children were under the umbrella and my mother was outside. Rain is no longer rain, but a tear of happiness that God sent to the world. Dear mom, I love you. I will always be your child. I will always need the touch of your palm. Dear mother, I love you as a stream loves a mountain. I hug you warmly and cherish the warmth of spring. I am a wild goose flying south, with creamy tenderness. I love you, my dear mother. The breath of mountains, the air and moisture of youth, you carefully designed every second of your life for me. On many bright red days, you wrote poems on your wrinkled forehead with my poems and enthusiasm. Pick a bunch of the brightest roses and pin all my dear words on my mother. My mother says I'm stupid, and roses are flowers that symbolize love. No, this is a flower from my child to my mother, too. Unfortunately, I haven't heard my mother tell jokes about my childhood for a long time. I fell asleep after listening to those paragraphs. My mother said, silly child, what my mother has to say to her children will never be finished. So, I gave her a * * * encouragement from 1. Mother's life in a storm is like walking on the road, with her mother walking in the front. Let some umbrellas shelter her children from the wind and rain. Mom pushed it to me again. Ah, the child under the umbrella, the mother outside the umbrella, rain is no longer rain, but a drop of happy tears sent by God to the world. 2. Mother, the industrious body can leave, but people will not leave, just as we will not forget our ancestors and our mothers. Mother is the quilt on our body, and we will feel cold without her. Mother is the salt in the dish. Without her, life would be dull. My mother must have her pain. The pain of wandering often hangs on her face and mixes with the smiles of her children. 3. Great maternal love, picking a bunch of the brightest roses, and pinning all my dear words on my mother. My mother said I was stupid. Roses are flowers that symbolize love, no, they are also flowers that children want to give her. It's a pity that I haven't heard the jokes my mother told me when I was a child for a long time. Listen to what you fell asleep before. My mother said, silly child, my mother can never finish what she wants to say to her child. Even if she sleeps in the grave, you will always be my concern.