The poem 1 dedicated to my mother is that you brought me into this world and became a member of this family happily.
When we learn to walk, we have your arms, so that we can bravely stride forward.
When I was learning English, you made me understand the beauty of this world.
It was you who put my hand in your warm arms when the earth froze and the weather was cold.
When the heat is unbearable, you send towels and herbal tea to your son.
When it rains, you hold up an umbrella for me and tell me that there is no difficulty around you.
There is your figure in the morning ploughing and dusk valley, sewing clothes for children under the lamp.
When the lights are dim, the food is fragrant and enjoying the warmth of my mother.
When children are sleeping and studying, there will always be your tireless company.
I look forward to every day in my dream. Tomorrow, tomorrow, forward, forward.
The scar on your stomach is your son's starting line, and you will never get what you want.
On the way to exams, I always have confidence in you.
The advice on the phone made my son too happy to speak.
How much effort and sleepless nights did you pay when I was playing?
If I were a ship, you would be my lighthouse and harbor.
Your weak body is as quiet as smoke and as heavy as Haine.
A loving mother is in front of you, and a son is not afraid of difficulties.
Your goodness is like a stream flowing to the mountain, always running by my side.
You and we are in the same sky, always with me.
The annual rings blow away the white spots on the temples, and the years record your every day.
May the fragrance and sweetness of life haunt you and wish you health and longevity forever.
May your silvery laughter erase the traces of time and fill your brow.
May I rub all my blessings into your heart, because I am no longer a lonely goose.
Only mother's arms are the warmest, and only mother's harbor is the safest.
Let me snuggle up in your warm arms, forever, forever, forever.
Poem 2 for Mother How many smiles?
How many times have you cried,
Engraved in your heart
Longing for a small seedling to grow into a big tree
Longing for flowers in bud,
The true feelings are revealed in your eyes.
How much wind and rain,
You always dream of hope;
How many years,
You are always waiting for your dream to come true.
Go to Qiu Lai in spring,
Flowers bloom and fall,
Never changed.
Remember that cold winter night,
Thin figure under kerosene lamp,
You have a needle.
Knit a sweater for me.
Remember when you ran to the hospital behind my back,
Silent anxiety and rapid and trembling breathing.
Silently gave me infinite shelter.
Remember your kind face
Watching silently-
I like this winter,
Love this carefully woven home more.
There is a small flower on the hillside.
Its name is carnation.
Blooming in the wind and rain,
Withered in the wind and rain,
Clusters of beautiful and simple lives
Decorated with unforgettable corners.
Dear mother
When another fragrant May comes,
I want to pick a bunch of small red flowers.
Gently put it on your pillow,
Slowly put it in your heart.
Think of your soft white hair,
Thinking of your warning before you left,
Think of a sentence that grew up with me,
It seems to have been encouraging me,
Look at me-
Let me go forward bravely
March to the peak of knowledge!
Poem 3 for Mother Kissing Mother's Face,
You can smell mom,
Your kind and delicate face,
Sweet and fragrant,
There is a warm current in my heart,
The smell of my mother warmed my heart.
Kiss mom's face,
You can smell mom,
The sound of washing and cutting vegetables in the kitchen,
Sweet and fragrant,
Let delicious dishes shake in my heart,
The smell of my mother warmed my heart.
Kiss mom's face,
You can smell mom,
Put on my mother's sweater,
Sweet and fragrant,
I am a beautiful natural scenery,
The smell of my mother warmed my heart.
Kiss mom's face,
You can smell mom,
Mom took me to sleep with her,
Sweet and fragrant,
Mom's sweet singing took me to sleep,
The smell of my mother warmed my heart.
Kiss mom's face,
You can smell mom,
The meaning of herringbone is unforgettable.
Sweet and fragrant,
I have grown up. My mother smells delicious.
The smell of my mother warmed my heart.
Beautiful words cannot express my gratitude to my mother.
Movable songs can't praise mom's kindness and fashion.
Today is Mother's Day. Let me sincerely wish you:
Mom, you will always be beautiful, healthy, happy and happy!
The poem dedicated to mother has climbed on your forehead,
Time flies on my shoulders,
In the morning light, you smile,
There are still many vicissitudes,
Hold up my soft wings.
That sweet and delicious meal,
A warm and soft sweater;
Tireless teaching;
The complex of life is closely connected with me,
After being dissolved in the blood,
In the bone marrow,
In my heart,
Your love touched me.
I finally know that there is one thing in this world,
Richer than the water in the Yangtze River,
More thrilling than the Yellow River;
Tougher and evergreen than the green of pine and cypress;
That's your love,
Your deep love,
Selfless love,
My mother.
Poem for Mother 5 1
Dear mother
Ever since you gave me life
I will bathe in you.
A warm river
But that gloomy day
The source of your life
Abruptly cut off
The boat of my life
Stranded almost at any time
Mom.
someone says that
Life is like a flower.
But the flowers in your life
But it didn't bloom to the extreme.
Mom.
someone says that
Life is like a leaf.
But the green leaves in your life
But I didn't reach into my heart.
Mom.
someone says that
Life is like fruit.
But the fruit of your life.
But not mature enough to be sweet and prosperous.
Mom.
someone says that
Life is like a tree.
But your tree of life
But I'm not tall enough to hesitate.
Mom.
You are a heavy history book.
There are countless mysteries hidden inside.
Mom.
You are a deep and sad song.
Always call me.
Infinite emotion
Infinite sadness
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Countless lives
The surging Yangtze and Yellow Rivers
Mother of the world
You are the inexhaustible source of the Three Rivers.
Clear and sweet snow water
Increase moisture
Fertile soil and fertile land on both sides of the river
Be pregnant
Branches, leaves, flowers and fruits of splendid civilization
Forever young motherland
You are the love of my life.
You are my constant attachment.
6 Poems for Mother/hyacinthus orientalis
I'm coming.
Inadvertently or unintentionally, we came.
Break into your palace
Would you like to
I came after all.
It makes no difference whether you laugh or not.
I came after all.
You still smiled.
Kind eyes, kind face
You stare at me.
It makes no difference whether you look at it or not.
You all love me.
Because I'm here
My hands are folded.
Pray for you to sing Sanskrit
It makes no difference whether you sing or not.
I love you all.
Because you brought me here.
Write poems and pray for you.
I also want to do everything.
I was thinking about you.
Casual or casual
Put you in my heart.
Am I here or not?
You are in my heart.
You occupy my heart.
But I'd be happy to
You set me free.
It makes no difference whether it is far or near.
You all care.
I still flew.
You want me to fly higher.
You are still worried about me.
This love, expensive, touched me.
Your selfless love.
It makes no difference whether I am grateful or not.
You don't care.
But I care.
How can I not care?
How can I not be grateful?
You stand in front of me.
It doesn't matter whether it's windy or rainy.
It's all blocked for me
I am determined to stand in front of you.
How can I keep asking you to protect me?
I will never hide behind you again.
I should block it, right?
Then I'll block it.
Your sudden call in your dream
Wake me up again.
It makes no difference whether I wake up or not.
You're thinking about me.
How can I miss you?
How to express a poem?
A poem dedicated to mother 7 1.
Mother from the day she married her father
Take out the embroidery needle from the dowry wrapped in red cloth
Began to embroider a family life in detail.
Mother clung to the embroidery frame.
A needle and a thread are closely embroidered with the colors of the four seasons.
2.
night
Mother sat under the moon.
Secretly sew your misery into a wide cloth.
A bed washed by moonlight
Her children are fast asleep.
3.
I combed my mother's black hair with a comb.
A piece of moonlight falls.
Fall in the mother's hair
It hurts me. It hurts.
4.
The mother named each of her children buttons.
Then sew it on the close-fitting clothes.
When I miss them
Mother lowered her head.
The name of the calling button.
Poems for Mother Mother is like the sunshine in winter,
When I am discouraged,
Give me comfort,
Light up my gloomy heart.
Mother is like a lamp in the dark,
When I got lost,
Give me encouragement,
Light up the dark road ahead.
Mother is like a loving angel,
When I'm lonely and helpless,
Take care of me,
Heal the wounds in my heart
No matter how naughty and rebellious I am,
You love me as always,
Never leave,
Years have added a few wrinkles to your face.
Let your hair have more silver threads,
But I won't leave any regrets in my heart.
Just because your heart is as high as a mountain,
Just because your heart is as deep as the sea,
Just because your heart is as wide as the sky,
Just because your heart is as wide as yours.
You took me through difficulties and dangers,
You work hard only for my happiness,
Everything you've done,
I understand everything.
Mom,
I just want you to know,
I still love you,
I want to take care of you too!
Poem for Mother 9 I don't understand everything you gave me.
You polish my eyes.
So the world opened before my eyes.
I started walking up and down this strange street.
But you can always see a pair of big hands protecting and guiding.
I am chasing these big hands and stroking their vicissitudes covered by history.
However, I can't help sighing about the lost time.
It's these eager eyes.
You never stop, you must keep going.
I don't know what the destination is.
Your soul has left your body.
The soul never gets tired.
The world will eventually be gathered by eyes.
The street you walk on will no longer be strange.
Looking at those beautiful big hands, my eyes blurred.
A poem dedicated to my mother 10 steps on the breath of spring.
This beautiful day
Fuck you and fuck me.
My heart is as warm as the sea.
I really want to sing a carol for you.
I am neither a singer nor a poet.
I can't write a melody or sing a poem.
I lack flash inspiration and genius thinking.
I am ashamed that the deepest love can't be explained by a trickle.
But today,
I want to present a heart song for you.
May my song become a needle and thread.
Sew up the split wound for you.
May my songs turn into raindrops.
Moisten throat and quench thirst.
May my songs turn into clouds.
Bring fragrance to your life.
My original song turned into a cloud.
Refracting the luster of the sun for you
it's you
Gave me a beating pulse.
it's you
Gave me the joy of my childhood.
it's you
Teach me to take my time in adversity