Modern Poetry of Fatherly Love to Motherly Love

Modern poems of father's love for mother's love: Holy Mother's Love, Father, Mother's Five Leaves Tree, etc.

1, sacred maternal love

Motherly love, don't pick the looks of children. Motherly love, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Motherly love is noble and great. Motherly love, infinite loyalty.

Whether you are peaceful or restless, whether you fail or succeed, maternal love is everywhere. She, accompany you through life.

It's her. It's her who put dragons and phoenixes in the world. Changhong stands in the sky and doesn't know maternal love.

You will lose the true meaning of life, forget your mother's love, be high-ranking and generous, and be ruthless.

How can a mother be at peace when she is poor?

With our hands, we can touch and dye bright colors, and measure all-round prosperity with our love.

Caring for mother is also the sublimation and purification of you and me. Try a thousand tears for your mother and enjoy the splendor!

2. "father"

Long blue sky, mysterious green hills.

Quiet and deep vast land, vibrant people, this is an opportunity for people to live in harmony with nature.

The ridge in Tanaka is a beautiful staff, and the grains dancing with the wind are jumping notes.

The winding mountain road is the string of this world. What touched it was the light footsteps of fathers, but what bounced was actually the swan song of life.

Sweat runs in the canal dug by years, stirring the waves of development.

The protruding blue veins are the Great Wall built by strength, from which Gong Yu's spirit of moving mountains extends.

Moonlight moistens this quiet night, and the running water in front of the house takes away all the fatigue.

3. Mother's five-leaf tree

I got deeper and deeper. The world?

In a world, a five-leaf tree is full of poems.

Mom, I am a child you forced to mature, wearing a light tsing yi.

I am a handful of dirt, and you love every aspect of it.

Tonight you sit under the eaves of the country and gently wash off one of the five leaves of your fingers.

An autumn leaf, a dream hole.

Mother and son are watching you by the river thousands of miles away.

Don't tell me where life takes place. Tears will prick my riverside and multiply.