Mother, you can hear my call; Author: Zhuo
Shh! Listen.
Listen quietly.
A helpless voice came from the east.
He's on the phone.
squeal
Mom, mom
I am eager to return to your warm arms.
I hope to break free from the prison where the wicked are innocent of me.
I can't stand the ravages of the enemy any longer.
I can't stand the abuse of Japanese barbarians anymore.
In the 100 years since I left home.
I will always remember the sweetness of my mother's milk.
I have never forgotten that my mother's arms are called sonorous.
I also remember my name is Yanhuang.
mother
Please tell your brothers and sisters.
My son's name hasn't changed.
Senkaku is just another name to insult me.
My son will always be called Diaoyu Island.
Every drop of blood in my muscles.
Is the blood of China people.
I heard my son not far from the east.
Did I call you?
mother
Can you hear my call?
Mom, mom
Modern Poetry about Motherly Love 2 I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper.
Save it forever.-Save 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 still fold every day and never give up.
I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a very small boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason,
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.
Drying old clothes-(Qing) Zhou Shouchang
The robe is still there and the collar is still warm.
I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it.
■ Bing Xin's poem to his mother
Mom, for a long time
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 whether to 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, 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.
Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.
■ Mother
Author: Shu Ting
Your pale fingertips touch 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.
■ Mother
Author: love
Mother is as humble as moss,
Solemn as the morning light,
As soft as the voice of Jiangnan,
Hard as a thousand years of cold jade,
When I raised my eyes,
She is Hao Yue:
When I looked down,
She is a vast land.
■ Mother's Poems
( 1)
Your greatness has condensed my flesh and blood.
Your greatness has shaped my soul
Your life is a journey of love
You use beautiful annual rings
Weave calendars with fragrant ink.
I spend every year in your love.
Play with your shoulders and knees.
(2)
You are a big tree.
Spring depends on your fantasy.
Summer depends on your prosperity.
Autumn depends on your maturity.
Rely on your meditation in winter
Your tall and wide crown ~
Let the fields never be barren.
Mom, you gave me life.
You are the land where I grew up.
(3)
When you are sad, you will be comforted.
When you are depressed, you hope.
When you are weak, you are strength.
Take shelter from the wind and rain in your little bay
You have broadened my horizons.
You are my best friend forever and the driving force of life.
(4)
You leaned over and guarded with love and caution.
You show your clever mind to your heart's content
Your exuberant energy and bright smile.
Your boiling blood keeps flowing.
(5)
Let me immerse myself in your joy.
Let me enjoy your warmth.
Let me be intoxicated in your arms
Let me snuggle up in your arms
(6)
There are faint poems in the long clouds.
There is continuous love in a faint poem.
There is affection in constant love.
Affectionate and meaningful.
(7)
If mother is rain, then I am a rainbow after rain.
If my mother is the moon, then I am the star holding the moon.
Mother is the foundation of my growth.
I am my mother's ideal fruit.
(8)
When I grow up, my mother's black hair is like a maple leaf.
The frost sparkled with silver stars.
I deeply kissed the traces of those years j)'
Give you my heart.
(9)
May fragrance and mellow fragrance haunt your life.
May my silvery laughter fill your brow.
May all my blessings rub into your heart.
A green leaf is full of its friendship with the roots.
An ode condensed my love for you. "
Let the flowers in your heart bloom like clouds.
Let the fragrance accompany you through the long years.
■ Drying old clothes
Author: (Qing) Zhou Shouchang
The robe is still there and the collar is still warm.
I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it.
■ Zhong Mama
Author: Wang
When you come home disappointed,
Son,
No matter how tall you are, your mother's bosom can still surround you.
I am willing to be your "master clock" and I will not stop working until the clock breaks down.
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