Your smile is my comfort.
Your love
Is the warmest language.
Makes me strong.
Your arm
It is the largest seaport.
Let me coquetry
I'm the one you can't leave behind
You are my eternal attachment in my heart.
Mom-you are the hometown of my life.
The wind and rain in the sky are coming.
The bird hides in its nest.
The storm in my heart is coming.
I only hide in your arms.
This is Bing Xin's poem praising his mother, which is very famous.
I really want to buy a bunch of flowers.
For mother.
But it's too far.
My mother is not with me.
Only phone calls and text messages brought blessings to my mother.
It's dark now. ...
The road I have traveled, I just want my mother.
Step by step.
Missing stays in this gentle rainy night.
A busy day's work
Tired
But when I think of a person's "mother"
Cheer up a little.
I swear that I will return to my mother's city on this day next year.
Send a beautiful Connors to my mother.
I won't walk through that strange street at night.
Watching others buy flowers, I stood in a daze.
Ha ha laugh. What beautiful flowers.
I miss my mother.
Happy holidays to mothers all over the world. ...
This is the wish of children all over the world. ....
Life is like walking on a stormy road.
Mother is at the front.
Send some umbrellas to protect the children from the wind and rain to their mothers.
Mother pushed it to me again,
Ah, the child under the umbrella,
Mom outside the umbrella.
Rain is no longer rain,
It was a tear of happiness that God sent to the world.
Motherly love (2)
Mountain, not as high as maternal love;
Sea, not as deep as maternal love;
God, love without a mother is vast;
Naturally, there is no mother's love and tolerance;
Sunshine is not as warm as maternal love;
Clouds are not as white as maternal love;
Flowers are not as brilliant as maternal love.
mother
Who will dress us when we are cold?
Who will cook for us when we are hungry?
Who encouraged us when we failed?
Happy for us when we succeed?
She is not a robot; Not a computer,
She is my mother.
Mom is not Santa Maria,
Not Jesus,
Not god,
But she is as gentle and kind as Santa Maya.
Full of love like Jesus,
As smart as God.
Ah! Mom, that's great! We grew up in the sunshine of love.
We nourish our true feelings about the world.
How many times have I fallen asleep with a feeling of happiness?
How many times I imagined the future with tears in my eyes.
165438+ The last Thursday in October is Thanksgiving Day. Although I am gone, a grateful heart and a grateful feeling will remain in my heart forever.
He who is always grateful is the happiest.
A grateful life is the sweetest.
Learn to be grateful-grateful to my parents, because they gave me precious life.
Learn to be grateful-grateful to my teachers, because they have given me endless knowledge.
Learn to be grateful-grateful to my friends, because they gave me the strength to overcome difficulties.
Learn to appreciate-appreciate everything around me, because they give me a harmonious and healthy growth space.
Don't forget to say "thank you"
On the road of our growth, there are too many people to be grateful for. Who do you want to thank most? Write your words of thanks on the thank-you card.
There is one word that is the sweetest.
There is a kind called the most beautiful.
There is one person to thank most.
There is one person who should be grateful most.
Yes-"Mom"
Mom's wrinkles are deep, and she gave me beautiful youth.
My mother's hands are thick, and she gives me warm sunshine.
Mom's waist is bent, and she gave me a straight back.
Mom's eyes are blurred. She gave me bright eyes.
Facing the mother's affection
Listen to my mother's earnest wishes.
We should learn to be grateful, and we should learn to be grateful.
But many times, we are used to receiving this kind of care and take it for granted.
I gradually forgot to be moved and forgot to say thank you.