Modern poems describing maternal love should be described in detail.

Paper boat-send mom I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper, always keep it, fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea. Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I am still not discouraged, and I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go. Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please ask him to come back with her love and sadness! Motherly love is a blood connection and a blessing for children. Motherly love is like the wind in spring. Motherly love is green, when she gently blows across the earth. Motherly love is a cloud in the sky. It always lets the scorching sun pass through her body first, giving the earth a change of wind and rain and calming it down. Motherly love always lets the washed earth lie in her arms and writes colorful life dreams in the high sky ...: Motherly love is the eternal theme of human beings. We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations. There is no soul-stirring historical epic, no shocking reversal of stormy waves, and a mother's love is like a spring rain, a clear song that moistens things silently for a long time. Yu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... Their destination is the aging ... elderly people in their twilight years. It is impossible to cry for their mothers without moving people, and they cannot but cry for their return and wander." Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. With the children sipping and sipping, it is endless. Therefore, the lingering maternal love is integrated into the children's laughter and tears. Motherly love is like an idyll, deep and pure, elegant and light; Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural. Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly; Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring. Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter and a wandering yearning. Motherly love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sickbed. Motherly love is the ardent expectation of their children's growth. Mother is a huge ship, carrying us to the sea, pursuing the mystery of life and exploring the world. Mother is a magical mountain, which contains everything to raise us to grow and be strong. Mother is a touching song, which takes us all over the country with her beautiful tunes and sings the history of the motherland. Mother is the spring breeze, which blows everything in the world and brings great vitality. Mother is a spring rain, nourishing everything on the earth! Mom, I love you. You are the eternal love in my heart. I was born weak and sour about life. Life is homeless, why is it steaming! "Words sad, sad, generous enough, moved the tears of the next century. Kid! When you were very young, I spent a lot of time teaching you to eat slowly with spoons and chopsticks. Teach you to tie your shoelaces, button buttons and slide; Teach you to dress, comb your hair and blow your nose. How much I miss these little things with you, so when I can't remember clearly and can't answer, please give me some time, wait for me, let me think again, and I may forget what I will say in the end. Kid! We practiced hundreds of times to learn the first doll song, have you forgotten? Do you still remember that I always rack my brains to answer those "why" that come out of nowhere every day? Therefore, I often repeat old stories and hum children's songs when I was a child. Understand me, let me continue to indulge in these memories! I hope you can chat with me! Now, my child, I often forget to button and tie my shoelaces. Clothes get dirty when you eat, and your hands keep shaking when you comb your hair. Don't push me, be more patient and gentle with me. As long as you are with me, there will be a lot of warmth in my heart. Kid! Now, my feet are unstable and I can't walk, so please hold my hand tightly and stay with me. Slowly, that's it, I will take you step by step. Maternal love, regardless of the appearance of maternal love, regardless of maternal love in spring, summer, autumn and winter, lofty and great maternal love, infinite loyalty, regardless of whether you are peaceful or uneasy, regardless of whether you are successful or unsuccessful, maternal love is everywhere. It is she who accompanies you to experience life, and it is she who flies over the phoenix. Changhong, who has made a day, does not understand maternal love, and you lose the true meaning of life. How can a mother fall into poverty and miss peace? With our hands, we can touch bright colors, and with our love, we can measure the overall prosperity and care for our mother. It is also the sublimation and purification of you and me. Try to dry your tears for your mother and enjoy the magnificence! Maternal love, regardless of the appearance of maternal love, regardless of maternal love in spring, summer, autumn and winter, lofty and great maternal love, infinite loyalty, regardless of whether you are peaceful or restless, regardless of whether you are successful or unsuccessful, maternal love is everywhere. It is her who accompanies you to experience life, and it is her who flies over the phoenix. If Qingtian Changhong does not understand maternal love, you will lose the true meaning of life. How can a mother fall into poverty and miss peace? With our hands, we can touch bright colors, and with our love, we can measure the overall prosperity and care for our mother. It is also the sublimation and purification of you and me. Try to dry your tears for your mother and enjoy the magnificence! Tears welled up in our eyes when we replayed the film Mother over and over again. We are completely integrated with our mother. Mother is like a long movie, which will always be treasured in our admired hearts. When God created her, the merciful God worked overtime to create her. On the sixth day, the angel came to God and reminded him, "You have spent a lot of unnecessary time on this matter. The Lord said to the angel, have you seen the technical requirements of this order? "She must be able to withstand any cleaning, but not plastic products; There are 180 moving parts, which can be replaced at will; Espresso without milk, sugar and leftovers; Have a knee joint that does not bend when standing; Have a kiss that can quickly heal wounds and diseases, from fracture to lovelorn; Besides, she must have six hands ... the angel shook his head slowly and said, "six hands ... how is that possible?" "It's not these hands that make me feel difficult," God replied, "but the three pairs of eyes he or she must have." "But," said the angel, "this standard is not mentioned in the order ..." "Yes, but she needs it. "God nodded and said," She needs a pair of eyes that can see everything through the closed door, and then she can confidently ask,' Children, what are you doing in there?' Another pair of eyes will grow on the back of her head to see what she should not see but must know. Of course, she also has a pair of eyes under her forehead. When a child is at fault or upset, these eyes can look at him and clearly express the meaning of' I understand you and love you' without opening your mouth. ""This is too difficult, "the angel suggested." Lord, you should have a rest. Tomorrow ... "No! "God interrupted the angel," I feel that I am creating a creation close to me. "You see, the model of the mother in front of us can heal itself when she is paralyzed ... A pound of hamburger can satisfy the appetite of a family of six ... It can make a 9-year-old boy bathe under the shower head ..." The angel looked at the model of the mother carefully and could not help but admire: "She is so soft!" "But very strong!" God said excitedly, "You can't imagine how capable she is and how patient she is!" " "Motherly love is the eternal theme of mankind. We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations. There is no soul-stirring historical epic, no shocking reversal of stormy waves, and a mother's love is like a spring rain, a clear song that moistens things silently for a long time. Yu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... Their destination is the aging ... elderly people in their twilight years. It is impossible to call out for their mothers without moving people, nor to call out for their own return and wandering. "Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. With the children sipping and sipping, it is endless. Therefore, the lingering maternal love is integrated into the children's laughter and tears. Motherly love is like an idyll, deep and pure, elegant and light; Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural. Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly; Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring. Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter and a wandering yearning. Motherly love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sickbed. Motherly love is the ardent expectation of their children's growth. When I think of my mother, my depression will turn into high emotions; When I think of my mother, wasting time will become great pride; When I think of my mother, the wandering wanderer will sprout the desire to go home; Thinking of my mother, my wandering heart found a home. Time is like water, and the years are fleeting. How many memories disappear like water, but we have never changed our thoughts of our mother. The warbler goes to swallow, and the spring goes. Her face is getting older and her hair is as white as snow. The child is growing up day by day, but the mother is aging day by day. When the children see the white-haired mother in the high hall, they will jump into her arms and shed tears! Motherly love is also the eternal theme of literature and music. Literati write articles on the topic of maternal love, moistening things silently; The musicians are mainly maternal love, and the tunes they play are soft and beautiful, with a long aftertaste. " The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how much love has an inch of grass, and it is reported to be three spring rays. " Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, experienced ups and downs, poverty and sadness, but his mother's smile always lingered in his mind. Knowing his mother's future, he couldn't hide the smile on his face, couldn't restrain the joy in his heart, shook off the tired wind and frost on the top of his clothes, brushed away the dust accumulated in his heart, and took his wife and children to meet his mother outside Liyang City. Green grass, fragrant flowers, white clouds and clear rivers are filled with endless thoughts of my son. Mother and son depend on each other, with tears in their eyes, holding their mother's warm hand and looking at her old face. They couldn't help crying and were filled with emotion. Under Meng Jiao's pen, this poem "Ode to a Wanderer", full of maternal love, was melted and cast, sincere and profound, and passed down for thousands of years. Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, lived in exile all his life. After the Anshi rebellion, I returned to my hometown, and the countryside was deserted, and things were different. Bitter and sad, seeing things hurt the body, he combined the feelings of worrying about the country and the people with the feelings of missing his mother, and wrote a touching Homelessness. "Forever pain long sick mother, five years committee ditch creek. I was born weak and sour about life. Life is homeless, why is it steaming! "The words are sad and sad, which is enough to make people feel generous and shed tears through the ages. At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Cai Wenji was taken captive to Xiongnu by mutinous soldiers and left his hometown, and Wan Li fled. When they were redeemed by China's envoy, the mother and son said goodbye, tears filled their eyes, and relatives and friends said goodbye, which made them sad. She wrote in Poems of Mourning Anger: "I have freed my life, so I should abandon my son. Heaven belongs to composers, and there is no meeting time for reading ... no. Weeping hands caress when you answer doubt. "Sorrow and sadness, sad voice, make people cry. People in the Tang dynasty once wrote Hu Jia's songs on this topic, which seemed to cry rather than cry, and a strong feeling of mother and son permeated the tune. Maternal love is great and selfless. It immerses everything and fills the space between heaven and earth. With maternal love, mankind will move from desolation to the prosperity of civilization; With maternal love, society moves from indifference and severity to peace and well-being; With maternal love, we move from melancholy to singing, from stupidity to wisdom; With maternal love, there will be the beginning of life, the continuation of history, the germination of reason and the return of human nature. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Just because we often go home = = = = = = = = = = = Only when she gently blows the earth will it be green. A mother's love is a cloud in the sky, always letting the scorching sun pass through her first, which will bring peace to the earth. Motherly love always lets the washed earth lie in her arms, dreaming colorful life dreams.