Poetry about I love my mother.

Mom (1) One hot night, I woke up from a dream. My mother is giving me a fan, but her clothes are soaked with sweat. Ah! Motherly love is a cool wind. On a cold rainy day, my mother picked me up from school. An umbrella covered my head, but the rain hit my mother. Ah, maternal love is an umbrella to keep out the rain. Once I was sick, my mother took me to the hospital. Mother touched my hot forehead and cried anxiously. Ah, maternal love is a tear. One day, I broke the thermos and cheated my mother. My mother's criticism made me blush, and I dared not look up into her eyes. Ah, maternal love is a reproachful look. Once the teacher asked me to make a sentence with the word "most", and I said, "I love my mother best." My mother told me: "the motherland is the most lovely, and the motherland is the mother of all of us." Mother (2) Mother is like the sun in winter. She will encourage me, comfort me and warm my heart when I encounter setbacks. Mom, mom is like a bright light in the dark. When I lose my way, she will guide me, illuminate me and walk towards the light. Mom, mom is like the bright moon on an autumn night. When I am lonely and helpless, she will accompany me, support me and give me full confidence. Mom, she is busy all day for me, tireless, no regrets, so on this annual Mother's Day, I want to say, thank you! I love you! Maternal love (3) Mountain is not as high as maternal love; Sea, not as deep as maternal love; God, love without a mother is vast; Naturally, there is no mother's love and tolerance; Sunshine is not as warm as maternal love; Clouds are not as white as maternal love; Flowers are not as brilliant as maternal love. Mom, we are cold. Who will add clothes for us? Who will cook for us when we are hungry? Who encouraged us when we failed? Happy for us when we succeed? She is not a robot; This is not a computer. She is my mother. Mother is not Santa Maria, Jesus or God, but she is as gentle and kind as Santa Maya, as loving as Jesus and as wise as God. Ah! Mom, that's great! Love may take away your grace and make your hair pale, but it will never take away your kind smile? Mom, on this special day, please let me express my sincere thanks! Happy mother's day. I love my mother. I can't finish what I want to say, and I can't finish what I want to write. Everything is in silence. Angel mother in spring, like an angel in spring, brings warm spring breeze and light rain into children's hearts and understands their needs. This loving angel gave everything to take care of the children's lives and protect their safety. No matter how bad we are, the angel mother still has the ocean-like measure to contain us. Motherly love is like a candy. Motherly love is like a candy, wrapped in nagging and hidden in scolding. Let me look around until I understand. Poetry recitation-> maternal love is the eternal theme of mankind. 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. When I think of my mother, my depression will turn into high emotions; When I think of my mother, wasting time will become great pride; When I think of my mother, the wandering wanderer will sprout the desire to go home; Thinking of my mother, my wandering heart found a home. The warbler goes to swallow, and the spring goes. Her face is getting older and her hair is as white as snow. The child is growing up day by day, but the mother is aging day by day. Time is like water, and the years are fleeting. How many memories disappear like water, but we have never changed our thoughts of our mother. Along the river, my nanny, only mother is good in the world, and only mother is good in the world!