Mother's love
It is like the spring wind
It blows gently
The earth becomes green
Mother's love
is like a cloud in the sky
always letting the scorching sun
drive through her body first
bringing wind and rain to the earth Peace and harmony
Mother's love
is the glow after the rain
Always let the cleansed earth lie in your arms without giving up< /p>
Write the colorful dream of life in the high sky
Create a poem about maternal love Part 3:
Why not
Just for our parents
Our parents have worked hard for us all their lives
But now
they
are alone
< p>My parents are sickBut there is no one to take care of me
My parents miss us
But there are no children to go home
Now
They
Watch every day
Miss you every night
Have you ever imagined
Every day
They stood at the entrance of the village
Looking at us from a distance
No reason
Just for our parents
Just for us to go home often
Chapter 4 of a self-composed poem about maternal love:
(1)
Your greatness condenses my flesh and blood
Your greatness has shaped my soul
Your life is a voyage of love
You use beautiful annual rings
to compile a book that emits the fragrance of ink Calendar
I spend every year in your affection
Playing on your shoulders and knees
(2)
< p>You are a big treeSpring relies on you to dream
Summer relies on you to prosper
Autumn relies on you to mature.
< p>I lean on you and meditate in winterYour tall and broad canopy~
Making the wilderness never wild
Mother, you gave me life
You are the land that nurtured me
(3)
You are the comfort when I am sad
You are the hope when I am depressed
You are strength in times of weakness
Take shelter from the wind and rain in your little cove
You have broadened my horizons
You are my forever best friend The power of life
(4)
You carefully lean over to protect me with love and compassion
You show your bright mind
You Strong energy, strong smile
Your boiling blood is rushing
(5)
Let me immerse myself in your joy
Let me enjoy your warmth
Let me be intoxicated in your arms
Let me nestle in your arms
(6)
There is a faint poetry in the long clouds
There is a lingering love in the faint poetry
There is a deep feeling in the lingering love
There is a deep meaning in deep love
(7)
If mother is the rain, then I am the rainbow after the rain
If Mother is the moon, then I am the star holding the moon
Mother is the root of my growth
I am the ideal fruit of my mother
(8)
When I grow up, my mother’s black hair is like that on maple leaves
The frost is dotted with silver light
I kiss the traces of those years deeplyj) `
I give my heart to you
(9)
May the fragrant and mellow sweetness linger in your life_
May my silver bell-like laughter fill your brows
May all my blessings rub into your heart