Paper boat-send it to mom
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Keep it forever
Keep it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I am still not discouraged, folding every day,
I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan, please ask him to come back with her love and sorrow!
mother love
mother love
It is the communication and fusion of blood and pulse.
It is the blessing of the child and the pain of the mother.
mother love
Like the spring wind.
She gave it a gentle brush.
The earth will be green.
mother love
It is a cloud in the sky.
Always let the scorching sun
Go through her first.
Give the earth wind, rain and peace.
mother love
This is the sunset after the rain.
Always let the washed earth
Lying in your arms and never giving up.
Write colorful life dreams in the high sky.
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: maternal love
Maternal 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, far away 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 big ship.
Take us to the seaside.
Pursuing the mystery of life
Explore the magic of the world
Mother is a high mountain.
All inclusive
Feed us to grow.
Enhance our physical and mental health.
Mother is a touching song.
Take us around the world
With her beautiful tune
Singing the history of the motherland
Mother is a spring breeze person.
Blow away everything in the world
Yingying's footsteps
Brought great vitality.
Mother is a spring rain.
Moisturize everything on the earth.
Ah! mother
I love you, and you are my eternal love.
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.
Kid! When you were very young,
I spent a lot of time,
Teach you to eat slowly with spoons and chopsticks;
Teach you to tie your shoelaces, button buttons and slide;
Teach you to dress, comb your hair and blow your nose.
These odds and ends,
How much I miss it,
So, when I can't remember or answer the phone,
Please give me some time to wait for me.
Let me think again.
Most likely, what to say at the end,
I forgot too.
Kid! You forget that we practiced hundreds of times,
The first doll song you just learned?
Do you remember that I always rack my brains every day?
To answer the sudden "why"?
So, I often tell that old story over and over again.
Humming the nursery rhymes of my childhood,
Understand me,
Let me continue to indulge in these memories!
I hope you can chat with me!
Son, now I often forget to button and tie my shoelaces. When I eat, I get dirty.
My hands will keep shaking when I comb my hair.
Don't push me,
Be more patient and gentle with me,
As long as you are with me, there will be a lot of warmth in my heart.
Kid!
Now I can't stand and walk.
So,
Please hold my hand tightly,
Follow me, slowly,
Just like in those days,
I will take you step by step.
Motherly love, not picky about looks.
Motherly love, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Motherly love is noble and great.
Motherly love, infinite loyalty
Whether you are peaceful or uneasy.
Whether you fail or succeed,
Motherly love, you failed and succeeded.
Motherly love is everywhere.
She, accompany you through life.
It was she who released the dragons and phoenixes on earth.
It's her, Changhong, who made the day.
Don't understand maternal love
You have lost the meaning of life.
Forget maternal love
High-ranking officials are generous, and the blood is cold and the body is weak.
A mother fell into poverty.
Why does one side miss peace?
Dot bright colors with our hands.
Measure overall prosperity with love.
Caring for mother is also the sublimation and purification of you and me.
Try to dry your tears for your mother and enjoy the splendor!
Motherly love, not picky about looks.
Motherly love, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Motherly love is noble and great.
Motherly love, infinite loyalty
Whether you are peaceful or uneasy.
Whether you fail or succeed,
Motherly love, you failed and succeeded.
Motherly love is everywhere.
She, accompany you through life.
It was she who released the dragons and phoenixes on earth.
It's her, Changhong, who made the day.
Don't understand maternal love
You have lost the meaning of life.
Forget maternal love
High-ranking officials are generous, and the blood is cold and the body is weak.
A mother fell into poverty.
Why does one side miss peace?
Dot bright colors with our hands.
Measure overall prosperity with love.
Caring for mother is also the sublimation and purification of you and me.
Try to dry your tears for your mother and enjoy the splendor!
When we repeat it over and over again,
When replaying the movie "Mother"
Tears streaming down her face, we were completely
Be integrated with your mother.
Mom is like a long movie.
Cherish forever
In our hearts, when God created his mother,
The merciful God has been working overtime to create mothers. On the sixth day, the angel came to God and reminded him, "You spent a lot of unnecessary time on this matter."
The Lord said to the angel, "Have you seen the technical requirements of this order?"
She must be able to withstand any cleaning, but not plastic products; There are 180 moving parts, which can be replaced at will; Espresso without milk, sugar and leftovers; Have a knee joint that does not bend when standing; Have a kiss that can quickly heal wounds and diseases, from fracture to lovelorn; Besides, she must have six hands. ...
The angel shook his head slowly and said, "Six hands … How is that possible?"
"It's not these hands that make me feel difficult," God replied, "but the three pairs of eyes he or she must have." "But," said the angel, "this standard was not put forward in the order ..."
"Yes, but she needs it." The Lord nodded and said, "She needs a pair of eyes to see everything through the closed door, and then she can confidently ask,' Son, what are you doing in there?' Another pair of eyes will grow on the back of her head to see what she should not see but must know. Of course, she also has a pair of eyes under her forehead. When a child is at fault or upset, these eyes can look at him and clearly express the meaning of' I understand you and love you' without opening your mouth. ""This is too difficult, "the angel suggested." Lord, you should have a rest. Tomorrow ... "
"no!" The Lord cut off the angel's words, "I feel that I am creating a creation close to me." You see, in front of this female model, it can heal itself when it is paralyzed ... A pound of hamburger can satisfy the appetite of a family of six ... It can make a 9-year-old boy take a bath under the shower head ... "
The angel looked at her mother's model carefully and couldn't help admiring: "She is so soft!" " ""but strong! " God said excitedly, "you can't imagine how capable she is or how patient she is!" " "
Maternal 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, far away 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.
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. 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. When the children see the white-haired mother in the high hall, they will jump into her arms and shed tears!
Motherly love is also the eternal theme of literature and music. Literati write articles on the topic of maternal love, moistening things silently; The musicians are mainly maternal love, and the tunes they play are soft and beautiful, with a long aftertaste.
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 reported to be three spring rays. " Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, experienced ups and downs and was down and out, but his mother's smile always lingered in his mind. Knowing his mother's future, he couldn't hide the smile on his face, couldn't restrain the joy in his heart, shook off the tired wind and frost on the top of his clothes, brushed away the dust accumulated in his heart, and took his wife and children to meet his mother outside Liyang City. Green grass, fragrant flowers, white clouds and clear rivers are filled with endless thoughts of my son. Mother and son depend on each other, with tears in their eyes, holding their mother's warm hand and looking at her old face. They couldn't help crying and were filled with emotion. Under Meng Jiao's pen, this poem "Ode to a Wanderer", full of maternal love, was melted and cast, sincere and profound, and passed down for thousands of years.
Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, lived in exile all his life. After the Anshi rebellion, I returned to my hometown, and the countryside was deserted, and things were different. Bitter and sad, seeing things hurt the body, he combined the feelings of worrying about the country and the people with the feelings of missing his mother, and wrote a touching Homelessness. "Forever pain long sick mother, five years committee ditch creek. I was born weak and sour about life. Life is homeless, why steam! " The words are sad and sad enough to make people feel generous and shed tears for generations.
At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Cai Wenji was taken captive to Xiongnu by mutinous soldiers and left his hometown, and Wan Li fled. When they were redeemed by China's envoy, the mother and son said goodbye, tears filled their eyes, and relatives and friends said goodbye, which made them sad. She wrote in Poems of Mourning Anger: "I have freed my life, so I should abandon my son. Heaven belongs to composers, and there is no meeting time for reading ... no. Crying hands caress when you answer doubt. " Sad, sad, sad voice, it makes people cry. People in the Tang dynasty once wrote Hu Jia's songs on this topic, which seemed to cry rather than cry, and a strong feeling of mother and son permeated the tune.
Maternal love is great and selfless. It immerses everything and fills the space between heaven and earth.
With maternal love, mankind will move from desolation to the prosperity of civilization; With maternal love, society moves from indifference and severity to peace and well-being; With maternal love, we move from melancholy to singing, from stupidity to wisdom; With maternal love, there will be the beginning of life, the continuation of history, the germination of reason and the return of human nature.