Praise poems, novels, essays and other literary works related to maternal love.

On the eve of parting

In the shadow of the light, I packed my bags,

Mother is busy in the sunset.

Mother's background is still the same,

She tried to put me in her eyes before dark.

As the sun sets, a crescent moon hangs in the sky.

I recall the past,

It seems that my mother has read my mind,

Immerse yourself in memories by intuition.

I remember her taking pains to take care of me,

I remember the food my mother cooked for me.

She quietly helped me pack,

She told me with mixed eyes,

Go well, just think about this home.

Mom didn't say anything to me,

As long as you communicate with me with your heart,

On the eve of parting.

We don't say anything about missing each other.

Based on my relationship with my mother over the years,

A vision, a familiar action.

Mother didn't sit there,

But walking quietly,

Bring a warmth.

Cai yunkai

Will leave.

Will leave,

Time is not long, the journey is not far,

A loving mother cries a thousand times.

Pack your luggage carefully,

There are mountains of supplies.

Holding hands and telling a thousand words,

Taotao River is continuous.

Pain and sadness,

Stick to the heart.

The child is in my heart.

Looking back,

Still in front of the hall.

We won't know until we hit the road,

The bag on the shoulder is heavy. ...

Zhang Tianming

Bo Gongying

Wandering, wandering to far away places.

You won the weak body,

It seems to vibrate gently in the wind.

Lips are moving slightly,

Whispering to each other for children far away from home.

Reluctant to leave.

Your strong heart,

Inspire us to float in different places;

Tears poured out silently,

Don't you send nectar to the children?

Face the sun and move forward bravely.

Your wish has finally come true,

We, descendants of Bo Gongying,

Finally took root and blossomed in the distance.

And you,

It will always be our home.

Hu Yi

leave

Late autumn leaves

Leave the trees that raised them,

The leaves have not forgotten the nutrition of the tree.

The tree reluctantly released its leaves,

The leaves drifted far away in the wind.

Ripe fruit

Into the embrace of the earth,

If you don't forget the cultivation of vines,

Branches and vines gently loosen their hands,

Let the fruit roll into the distance.

People who have grown up have left home to join the social tide.

The mother was worried when the child traveled thousands of miles.

But adults will remember their mother's love.

The mother sent her son away in tears,

The children are swinging in the wind and waves.

yellow

Paper boat author: Bing Xin

I never throw away a piece of paper,

Save it forever.-save it.

Fold into a 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 don't give up and fold every day.

I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.

Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,

Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.

This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.

Wan Shui Qian Shan, please carry her love.

And sadness.

Eternal mother

When I first opened my 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.

Don't be old Mu Huang Zhongze.

I went to worship my mother, Heliang, and cried with tears in my eyes.

This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.

Tao runzhi

Motherly love poetry

I'm leaving, mom.

When I left,

With tears

No turning back

Dare not look back.

I know that casual looking back

Will make your casual eyes

A bitter smile will keep me.

I know

There must be a smile on your face.

But your heart is crying, mom.

I know in my heart.

You just said: Go ahead, son.

Mother will wait for you when the tired child comes back.

I'm leaving, mom.

When I left,

With tears

Dare not look back.

When I turned the maple grove in front of the door,

You can't see me.

When the wet tears of Fenglin flow from my heart.

You can't see me.

It's just, mom

I can't hold it any longer, and my tears are as hard to stop as a thread.

I turned around, mom.

I dare to turn back.

I'd better turn around.

Although tears can't see loess

But I know

Mom, you still hold the door and watch your son.

For a long time, I don't want to look back.

How many times have I cried and cried in my dreams?

Mom, I want to go home.

How many times have I seen it in my dream, mom?

You gently use your warm hands

Touch my crying wound

Oiy mom

I know, you are always behind me.

With an encouraging expression

There is hope in her eyes.

With a waiting smile ...

I know, mom.

You've been standing behind me.

Every midnight dream.

There is always a voice: go, son.

Mother will wait for you when the tired child comes back.