Poetry 1: Mother
Praise mother. Mother is a big ship.
Take us to the seaside.
Pursuing the mystery of life
Explore the magic of the world
Mother is a high mountain.
All inclusive
Feed us to grow.
Enhance our physical and mental health.
Mother is a touching song.
Take us around the world
With her beautiful tune
Singing the history of the motherland
Mother is a spring breeze person.
Blow away everything in the world
Yingying's footsteps
Brought great vitality.
Mother is a spring rain.
Moisturize everything on the earth.
Ah! mother
I love you, and you are my eternal love.
Poetry 2: Be careful
Be careful, be careful every day.
Be careful when you pick the stars.
Be careful to fall off the ladder.
Be careful when fishing for the moon.
Don't sneak to the lake
Be careful, mom. You have to raise your wings carefully.
Follow the rotation of the earth to follow the afterglow of the sun
Before the night comes, mom:
You have to cook dinner until I am born;
You must make clothes,
Before I face the world naked.
Put on soft armor hard shoes for me.
Mom, mom, your shoes are neither too big nor too small.
You can't forget my shame and ignorance.
Mom, you should be careful to give birth to me.
My head will go through your waist.
Your pain is petals scattered on the grass.
Your pain and beauty are actually trampled by tourists.
Poverty, prudence
Be careful: Mom will leap over the clouds carefully.
Mom, a beautiful young mother.
I haven't learned the language well enough to praise you.
I can only use one word to address you:
Be careful, be careful
Fly carefully over the stone road.
Poetry 3: Motherly love
mother love
mother love
It is the communication and fusion of blood and pulse.
It is the blessing of the child and the pain of the mother.
mother love
Like the spring wind.
She gave it a gentle brush.
The earth will be green.
mother love
It is a cloud in the sky.
Always let the scorching sun
Go through her first.
Give the earth wind, rain and peace.
mother love
This is the sunset after the rain.
Always let the washed earth
Lying in your arms and never giving up.
Write colorful life dreams in the high sky.
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 ...
Poetry 4: A Song for Mother
Mother is a magnificent ship,
Take me to the seaside,
Pursuing the mystery of life,
Explore the magic of the world,
Take me to the "Pearl Island" that belongs to my hometown on this earth;
Mother is a towering mountain,
Containing the treasure of all things,
Put responsibility and obligation on everything that belongs to maternal love,
Selfless dedication,
Feeding me, growing up,
I am strong physically and mentally;
Mother is a euphemistic song,
Take me anywhere,
With her beautiful tune,
Singing the beauty of the motherland,
Tell a long history,
Moisten my heart,
Teach me the secret of being a man;
Mother is a spring breeze person,
Blow up everything in the world,
Light footsteps bring vitality,
Let me always see the light everywhere, enjoy happiness and look forward to the future;
Mother is a spring rain,
Moistening the earth,
Raise a lovely life,
Create endless wealth,
Composed a cheerful melody.
Ah, mom,
I love you!
You are the best in my heart,
It's my mentor!
Step into society,
I have to watch out for the backstabbing of Ming XX.
Come home, mom, thank you,
I can disarm;
In the competition,
I feel black and blue,
Come home, mom, thank you,
You healed my wound;
Blend into the crowd,
I look small and thin,
Come home, mom, thank you,
You always say: I am your baby.
The above is the content of modern poems that I recommend to praise my mother. A kind-hearted mother made clothes for her wayward son with thread in her hand. She sewed and mended them carefully for fear of delaying time and making him stay home. However, how much love there is in an inch of grass, and it will be rewarded with three spring rays ... "This shows that mother is our eternal theme, and no one can ignore it. Motherly love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart warm as spring even in cold winter; Motherly love is a clear spring, which makes your feelings pure and clear even if they are covered with the dust of years. Motherly love is the sun that warms the soul; Maternal love is the rain and dew that moistens the soul; Motherly love is fertile soil for irrigating the soul; Motherly love is a rainbow that beautifies the soul.