Listen to a drop of dew fall on the cut red cuckoo.
I miss maternal love.
Miss the hometown of sugarcane
I miss my mother's childhood snuggled in her arms. My childhood was like a crutch.
And childhood,
It's a white dragonfly that stops on my brother's shoulder.
Move and run.
Although childhood has changed,
Classic love remains the same,
The most is maternal love.
Look up to maternal love
Motherly love is a burning sun,
Candles illuminate my tired wandering,
Polishing my vicissitudes.
In the rainy season when the sun is lost,
Motherly love accompanies me.
Let the ups and downs of fate,
After tomorrow's hardship, I still insist on that initial insistence.
Look up to maternal love.
Mother's attitude towards farming,
It's as clear as yesterday,
Like crops in the wind,
The quaint images in Shen Li's poems.
Look up to maternal love.
Historically, I have always been pious all my life.
Chapter two: Mother's famous prose poems about maternal love have a long history.
I just want to write a poem for you.
But I wrote it many times.
I haven't written it yet
Mom, I wrote this poem for you.
I don't know how to start.
I don't know how to end it.
I don't know what to write.
It's like slapping you hard when you were a child.
I don't know if I should accept it bravely.
Or should I choose to escape?
Mom, I thought of you again tonight.
I decided to write a poem for you.
Even if it's not well written
Even if you are far from home.
Never read ...
Mom!
You are a lotus leaf,
I am red-violet.
The raindrops in my heart are coming,
Except for you,
Who is the shade under my empty sky?
Mom!
Put aside your troubles,
Let me sink into your arms.
Only you are the destination of my soul.
Little flower,
I want to look up, too,
Thanks for the love of spring-
However, this far-reaching gift,
She was finally silent.
Mom,
Were you that spring?
Mom!
This kind of odds and ends
Can you have a look?
These words,
Before I go,
Always hidden in your heart.
Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hides in its nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms.
Article 3: A famous prose poem about maternal love: Motherly love, don't pick the child's 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 is everywhere.
She, accompany you through life.
It was she who released the dragons and phoenixes on earth.
It was she who set up the sky. rainbow
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!
Article 4: Mother's famous prose poems about maternal love.
I know my pale words
I can't express your difficulties.
But,
I must say-
I love you!
Mom,
Your broad maternal love embraces me.
Childhood willfulness and rebellion
How many times have I hurt you,
You smile.
Take me back to your arms!
Mom,
Your trust supports me.
Children's learning process
Add countless sleepless nights to your life,
You gave me encouragement.
Send me to the palace of hope!
Mom,
Your deep concern bothers me.
My son is far from home.
How many tears have you shed,
You reminded me in one sentence.
Let me wander in my native land for a long time!
Mom,
Your every move.
Have unlimited concern for me.
I can't express my deep affection for you here,
Because of your love.
Make my words so humble.
Mom,
Your love
Gave me a debt I can't pay back in my life.
But,
I am willing to make up for it with my life.
In the next life
I want to be your daughter myself!
Article 5: A famous prose poem about maternal love When I was a child, I was lying in my mother's arms.
How happy and sweet
Mother's smiling face
Mother's footprint
Mother's kindness
How could I forget?
You send delicious food to my mouth.
Son, my illness broke your heart.
What you are most worried about is taking Wan Li Road.
What you are most worried about is the warmth and coldness of your son.
How much love and intimacy.
How many storms have you sheltered for me?
Look forward to success.
You've worked hard all your life for your children.
Mom, mom
Your industrious hands
Your broad shoulders
Hold up a warm day for me
Motherly love is like the sea.
Motherly love is like a mountain.
May the mother of the world live a long and healthy life.
Happy and safe
Article 6: Famous prose poems about maternal love. Your pale fingertips manage my temple.
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt
Ah, mom.
In order to keep your fading figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke.
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf.
Afraid that cleaning will make it
Lose your unique warmth
Ah, mom.
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.
I dare not moan.
Ah, mom.
I often look up at your photos sadly.
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.
Although I have written many songs.
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom.
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
Not a torrent, not a waterfall.
It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
Article 7: A famous prose poem about maternal love if I were a grass.
Mother is fertile land.
Without her
I won't. My eyes are green.
If I were a flower
Mother is gentle sunshine.
Without her
I won't have beautiful colors.
If I were a clear spring
Mother is the source of life.
Without her
I won't have a sweet song.
If I were a small fish
Mother is a blue lake.
Without her
I won't have a free body.
Mom.
You are my God.
You gave me bright eyes.
Can distinguish the beauty, ugliness, goodness and evil in the world.
You gave me a beautiful heart.
Win friends, no longer lonely.
You gave me a broad mind.
Smile in the face of setbacks
You gave me a wealth of knowledge.
Have a job and a home of your own.
at present
You have white hair.
Mountain of vitality
at present
Your face is very thin.
As bleak as autumn.
at present
You're already stumbling.
Like a sunset.
at present
Your back is bent.
As solemn as an ancient bridge.
Mom.
You are still my God.
No one dares to desecrate your pure heart lake.
No one dares to desecrate your selfless heart.
You will always be the love of your daughter's soul.
You will always be a good song in your daughter's heart.
Chapter 8: A famous prose poem about maternal love: Innocence is infinite maternal love.
Motherly love is some sunshine
Sunshine is some small rivers.
This river is the son of sunshine.
Whose grandson is the son?
There are some ideas in the distance.
Naive thoughts
Like some sunshine
The light of spring is scattered.
Light is a childlike smile.
Smile is sunshine.
Sunshine is a small river
The river smiles all day.
Rivers never cry.
The child's face looked at the river.
Reflection in the river
This is warm sunshine.
Innocence is infinite maternal love.
Motherly love is a ship.
Carrying great power
Power comes from heaven and earth.
The earth and the sky are the smiles of the river.
The smiling face of the child.
Blow a breeze
The cool breeze awakened the sleeping child.
Eyes that make children sleepy
Looking at the endless distance
A poor and distant place
Article 9: A famous prose poem about maternal love: Am I getting deeper and deeper in the world?
One world.
The pentaphyllum is full of poems.
mother
I am your forced mature child.
The child is wearing a faint tsing yi.
I am a handful of dirt, and you love every aspect of it.
Tonight you sit under the eaves of the country.
Gently wash one of the five leaves on your finger.
An autumn leaf
Dream cave
Mother and son are watching you by the river thousands of miles away.
Don't tell me where life takes place.
Something pierced my river.
Tears of reproduction!
There are many stars tonight.
ripple
Nocturne melodious
Mother's fingers are covered with the sanctity of youth.
The pentaphyllum is full of poems as heavy as autumn.
Her son stood on trembling hair.
Don't get excited because the flute blows out of my mouth. ...
Your life touched my dream of walking with you.
Every autumn, I shoot a horse under the tree.
Every autumn
I am under the tree.
Beat a horse
Article 10: A famous prose poem about maternal love: When you first open your newborn eyes.
The first thing I saw was the incomparable holiness of my mother.
Love eyes and tears of joy-
Staring at you without blinking an eye.
Your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively
But I can't express my feelings, just dancing around.
I am so anxious that you can't help crying loudly.
After many days and nights of cultivation
Sit up straight at last, your little body.
After adjusting EQ and IQ
Never wait, shout out life.
The most precious first sound-mom
This is the most touching original moral.
No matter how many languages there are in the world.
Only this cry is absolutely the same.
No music, no poetry.
It can be more touching than this.