The poems to express gratitude to mothers on March 8th are as follows:
1. "The years climb up your forehead"
The years climb up your forehead, and time flies by On my shoulders, in the morning light, your moving smile blooms, and there are strips of vicissitudes of life, holding up my young wings. The sweet and delicious meals, the warm and soft sweaters, the tireless teachings, and the complex of life are closely connected with me. They are blending into the blood, seeping into the bone marrow, and pouring into the heart. Your love makes me moved.
I finally know that there is something in this world that is more endless than the water of the Yangtze River, more breathtaking than the momentum of the Yellow River, more durable and evergreen than the journey of pines and cypresses; that is you My love, your deep love, your selfless love, my mother.
2. "The Eyes of March 8th Festival"
In the many laughters, I looked at you in silence. In the many silences, my heartbeat waited for the reply. I finally grew into The last courage among 360 shyness, I am finally the best gardener among 36 roses. My dear, my wine glass has fallen in love with your drunkenness. Your drunkenness is my other wine glass. I have opened my mind and the other eye under your soul.
And your eyes are just a copy of my soul, and your encouragement is not drunkenness. Your smiling vortex and "flying waterfall" are just the beauty under the candlelight. Let's go, follow me. Let me go. While your heartbeat still has the longing of a girl, while my youth still has the dream of stars, tonight I will use lotus pods as boats and peach leaves as pulp, and I will definitely return from the lost Magpie Bridge to the peach blossom ferry.