Poetry about maternal love: modern poetry

Mom! The wind and rain came, and the birds hid in the nest; The storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms. If the creator has only one blissful promise of eternal life, I will sincerely beg: "I am in my mother's arms, my mother is in the boat, my mother!" " Put aside your sadness and let me sink into your arms. Only you are the destination of my soul. Xiaohua also wants to look up and thank the love of spring. However, her deep kindness finally silenced her. Mom! Were you that spring? Earth, my mother Author: Guo Moruo Earth, my mother! It's dawn. You held the baby in your arms and shook it. Now I'm climbing on your back. Earth, my mother! I took me with me in this paradise. You are still in the ocean, playing some music to soothe my soul. Earth, my mother! I used to, now and in the future, eat you, wear you and live with you. How can I repay your kindness? Earth, my mother! From now on, I don't want to live at home often. I will always show my filial piety to you in the open air. Earth, my mother! What I envy is your dutiful son, the farmer in that field. They are the nannies of all mankind, and you will always take care of them. Earth, my mother! What I envy is your dutiful son, the worker in the charcoal pit. They are Prometheus of all mankind, and you always hug them. Earth, my mother! I think except farmers and workers, everyone is the black sheep and grandson, and I am also your black sheep and grandson. Earth, my mother! I envy all the plants, my compatriots and your descendants, who enjoy their lives freely, independently and healthily with the land. Earth, my mother! I envy all animals, especially earthworms-I just don't envy the birds in the air: they want to fly in the air without you. Earth, my mother! I don't want to fly in the air, and I don't want to ride a car, ride a horse, wear socks and shoes. I just want to hold my feet and kiss you forever. Earth, my mother! You are my real witness. I don't believe that you are just a bubble of dreams. I don't believe that I am just an ignorant person. Earth, my mother! We were all born in Yi Yin. I don't believe there is a father in heaven. Earth, my mother! I think everything in the universe is your incarnation: thunder is the sound of your breathing, and rain and snow are the soaring of your blood. Earth, my mother! I think the ethereal celestial sphere is just a mirror of your makeup. The sun during the day and the moon shadow at night are just your own virtual shadow in the bright mirror. Earth, my mother! I think all the planets in the sky that day were just virtual shadows of our biological eyeballs; I only believe that you are proof of sex. Earth, my mother! In the past, I was just a baby without knowledge. I only know that I long for your kindness. I don't know your kindness, and I don't know how to repay it. Earth, my mother! From now on, I know your kindness. I drink a glass of water, I know it's your milk and my life soup. Earth, my mother! I listened to all the voices and smiled. I know this is your song, especially to comfort my soul. Earth, my mother! Everything in front of me is floating vividly. I know it's your dance, especially to comfort my soul. Earth, my mother! I feel the fragrance and color of everything, and I know it's a gift from you, especially to comfort my soul. Earth, my mother! My soul is your soul. I will strengthen my soul and repay your kindness. Earth, my mother! From now on, I will repay your kindness. I know you love me, but you still have to work for me. I will learn from your work and never stop! Earth, my mother! From now on, I will repay your kindness. I will raise myself and my brothers and sisters with my own blood. Earth, my mother! The sun in the sky, the shadow in your mirror, shines brightly in the sky. From now on, I will also shine my inner light in all directions. Dayan and my nanny Ai Qing Dayan are my nanny. Her name is the name of the village where she was born She is a child bride, Dayanhe, my nanny. I am the son of the landlord; He is also the son of Dayan River, and grew up eating Dayan River's milk. Dayanhe raised me in her family. I was raised by your milk. Dayanhe, my nanny. Dayan River, I saw the snow today, which reminds me of you: your grassy grave under the pressure of snow, the dead Wafi under the eaves of your closed former residence, your garden pawned by a square foot, the mossy stone chair in front of your door, Dayan River, I saw the snow today, which reminds me of you. You hold me in your arms with your big palm and touch me; After you set up the stove, after you took off the charcoal ash from the apron, after you tasted the rice and cooked it, after you put the black sauce bowl on the black table, after you mended the clothes cut by thorns on the hillside of your sons, after you wrapped the hands of the children cut by wooden knives, after you strangled the lice on their shirts one by one, after you picked up the first egg today. I am the landlord's son. After I finished eating all the milk in Dayan River, my parents took me home. Ah, Dayanhe, why are you crying? I'm a new guest at my parents' house! I touched the furniture carved with red paint. I touched the golden pattern on my parents' bed. I just looked at the plaque I didn't recognize on the eaves. I touched the silk and shell buttons of the newly changed clothes. I looked at my unfamiliar sister in my mother's arms. I sat on a painted kang stool with a brazier. I ate three times of ground rice. I was so embarrassed. Because of me, I became a new guest at my parents' house. Dayanhe, in order to make a living, after she sucked the milk dry, she began to work with her arms around me; She smiled and washed our clothes. She took the basket to the frozen pond on the edge of the village. She smiled and cut the radish with ice. She was smiling with a pig's grain in her hand. She smiled and fanned the fire in the saucepan. With a smile on her back, she went to the square to bask in those soybeans and wheat and study the river to make a living. Wild goose river, deeply in love with her baby; On New Year's Day, for him, I was busy cutting the sugar of winter rice. For him, I often go to her home near her village quietly. For him, I went to her and called "Mom", Dayan River, and posted his red and green Guan Yunchang on the wall next to the stove. Dayanhe will boast and praise her treasures to her neighbors. Dayanhe once had a dream that she couldn't tell anyone: in the dream, she was eating the baby's wedding wine and sitting in the magnificent ceremony hall, while her beautiful daughter-in-law affectionately called her "mother-in-law" ............................................................................................................ Dayanhe died before she woke up. When she died, her breasts were not with her. When she died, her husband, who usually beat and scolded her, also shed tears for her. All five sons cried sadly. When she died, she whispered the name on her chest, Dayanhe, who was already dead. When she died, her breasts were not with her. Dayanhe, tears streaming down her face! With the bullying of more than 40 years' lives, with the misery of countless slaves, with a four-dollar coffin and several bundles of straw, with a few feet of land for burying the coffin, and the ashes of paper money in one hand, she left with tears in her eyes. What Dayan didn't know was that her drunken husband died, her eldest son became a bandit, her second child died in the smoke of gunfire, and her third child, fourth child and fifth child lived in the scolding of the master and landlord. And I, I'm writing a spell for this unfair world. When I returned to my native land after a long wandering, when my brothers and I met on the hillside and in the fields, I was closer than I was six or seven years ago! This, this is for you, sleeping quietly and things you don't know! Dayan River! Today, your breasts are in prison, writing you a hymn, giving you a purple soul under the loess, giving you a hand to hug me, kissing the gentle face of my lips, raising my * * * for you, giving my sons, giving my brothers, giving everything on the earth, and giving me a nanny like Dayan River. Dayanhe, I grew up eating your milk. Your son, I respect you and love you! 1933 1 month 14, the snow fell on my mother! The wind and rain came, and the birds hid in the nest; The storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms. Source: Bing Xin's mother of stars! You are a lotus leaf, and I am a red lotus. The raindrops in my heart are coming. Except you, who is my shadow under the empty sky? Source: Bing Xin's "Past Seven" Mom, my dear mother. You brought me up. You let me fly freely. If you compare me to a young eagle, you are the brave female eagle. You build a nest on the cliff, and you can still see your lithe posture from time to time. If you compare me to a little kangaroo, you are the elegant female kangaroo, because I keep out the wind and rain all the time, and the jumping step is more obvious. I can't understand, feel, give or be happy. The greatness of maternal love is everywhere. After reading Please Remember My Mom's Birthday, I feel that there are many articles praising the greatness of maternal love, and many people know the greatness of maternal love. I read an article "Please remember my mother's birthday" in Reader today. I was really touched after reading it, and I was deeply impressed by the spirit. The article tells a true story: Zhang Haitao, a 35-year-old from Bian Cheng Village, Pingdingshan City, Henan Province, suffers from chordoma, and his condition has been deteriorating. Finally, chordoma is only 2 mm away from the brain stem, and no surgery can be performed. In order to treat him, the elderly mother borrowed from the east and the west. She is extremely tired and in poor health. Zhang Haitao smiled when he learned that his illness was hopeless. Maybe this is a relief! Later, he told reporters weakly that he was hopeless and hoped to donate his cornea to help others. He also hopes that the donor can remember his mother's birthday and wish her well on this day ... what a touching thing! Don't forget your old mother before you die! How valuable this filial piety and love for mother are! Maternal love is as broad as the blue sky-selfless maternal love is as majestic as a mountain-great maternal love is as quiet as a lake-kind ... pregnant in October, mother is hard; Teaching to be a man, mother is single-minded. Take care of us, mother is meticulous; Protect us, mother's courage doubles ... ah! Motherly love, great, pure, selfless, kind ... I remember a poem about maternal love, which is vivid and touching: maternal love, strange maternal love, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, noble and great maternal love, infinite loyalty, regardless of your peace and agitation, regardless of your failure, successful maternal love is everywhere, accompanying you to experience life, flying over the phoenix, setting the horizon ... This "Holy Maternal Love" When she is sad, she is sad; When she succeeded, she was very happy ... the silence of the still night poured down like a tide, drowning out the noise of youth. The bright moon is smeared on the quiet land, and her children's confused dreams are not a bit soft and pleasant. In the moonlight, she caught the shadow of the tree, but first she got mottled drunkenness. The imprint of the soft heart blown by the breeze falls in the dusty years with heavy memories. One's years. Ring the children's doorbell and simply move your legs. Look at the moonlight shining on the tulle. The moonlight blowing on the water is also rippling, and you can feel it without your eyes. It was the sadness that followed, and the sun swallowed up the darkness. On the threshold of the station, the moment when my son looked back deeply was to make his mother's beautiful eyes smile the happiest for thousands of years. It is to make the farewell covered with snow and the vows blocked by the door only become an instant, but to change a happy face. Even though his eyes are full of fatigue, it's like a voice. Mom! The wind and rain came, and the birds hid in the nest; The storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms. If the creator has only one blissful promise of eternal life, I will sincerely beg: "I am in my mother's arms, my mother is in the boat, my mother!" " Put aside your sadness and let me sink into your arms. Only you are the destination of my soul. Xiaohua also wants to look up and thank the love of spring. However, her deep kindness finally silenced her. Mom! Were you that spring? Earth, my mother Author: Guo Moruo Earth, my mother! It's dawn. You held the baby in your arms and shook it. Now I'm climbing on your back. Earth, my mother! I took me with me in this paradise. You are still in the ocean, playing some music to soothe my soul. Earth, my mother! I used to, now and in the future, eat you, wear you and live with you. How can I repay your kindness? Earth, my mother! From now on, I don't want to live at home often. I will always show my filial piety to you in the open air. Earth, my mother! What I envy is your dutiful son, the farmer in that field. They are the nannies of all mankind, and you will always take care of them. Earth, my mother! What I envy is your dutiful son, the worker in the charcoal pit. They are Prometheus of all mankind, and you always hug them. Earth, my mother! I think except farmers and workers, everyone is the black sheep and grandson, and I am also your black sheep and grandson. Earth, my mother! I envy all the plants, my compatriots and your descendants, who enjoy their lives freely, independently and healthily with the land. Earth, my mother! I envy all animals, especially earthworms-I just don't envy the birds in the air: they want to fly in the air without you. Earth, my mother! I don't want to fly in the air, and I don't want to ride a car, ride a horse, wear socks and shoes. I just want to hold my feet and kiss you forever. Earth, my mother! You are my real witness. I don't believe that you are just a bubble of dreams. I don't believe that I am just an ignorant person. Earth, my mother! We were all born in Yi Yin. I don't believe there is a father in heaven. Earth, my mother! I think everything in the universe is your incarnation: thunder is the sound of your breathing, and rain and snow are the soaring of your blood. Earth, my mother! I think the ethereal celestial sphere is just a mirror of your makeup. The sun during the day and the moon shadow at night are just your own virtual shadow in the bright mirror. Earth, my mother! I think all the planets in the sky that day were just virtual shadows of our biological eyeballs; I only believe that you are proof of sex. Earth, my mother! In the past, I was just a baby without knowledge. I only know that I long for your kindness. I don't know your kindness, and I don't know how to repay it. Earth, my mother! From now on, I know your kindness. I drink a glass of water, I know it's your milk and my life soup. Earth, my mother! I listened to all the voices and smiled. I know this is your song, especially to comfort my soul. Earth, my mother! Everything in front of me is floating vividly. I know it's your dance, especially to comfort my soul. Earth, my mother! I feel the fragrance and color of everything, and I know it's a gift from you, especially to comfort my soul. Earth, my mother! My soul is your soul. I will strengthen my soul and repay your kindness. Earth, my mother! From now on, I will repay your kindness. I know you love me, but you still have to work for me. I will learn from your work and never stop! Earth, my mother! From now on, I will repay your kindness. I will raise myself and my brothers and sisters with my own blood. Earth, my mother! The sun in the sky, the shadow in your mirror, shines brightly in the sky. From now on, I will also shine my inner light in all directions. Dayan and my nanny Ai Qing Dayan are my nanny. Her name is the name of the village where she was born She is a child bride, Dayanhe, my nanny. I am the son of the landlord; He is also the son of Dayan River, and grew up eating Dayan River's milk. Dayanhe raised me in her family. I was raised by your milk. Dayanhe, my nanny. Dayan River, I saw the snow today, which reminds me of you: your grassy grave under the pressure of snow, the dead Wafi under the eaves of your closed former residence, your garden pawned by a square foot, the mossy stone chair in front of your door, Dayan River, I saw the snow today, which reminds me of you. You hold me in your arms with your big palm and touch me; After you set up the stove, after you took off the charcoal ash from the apron, after you tasted the rice and cooked it, after you put the black sauce bowl on the black table, after you mended the clothes cut by thorns on the hillside of your sons, after you wrapped the hands of the children cut by wooden knives, after you strangled the lice on their shirts one by one, after you picked up the first egg today. I am the landlord's son. After I finished eating all the milk in Dayan River, my parents took me home. Ah, Dayanhe, why are you crying? I'm a new guest at my parents' house! I touched the furniture carved with red paint. I touched the golden pattern on my parents' bed. I just looked at the plaque I didn't recognize on the eaves. I touched the silk and shell buttons of the newly changed clothes. I looked at my unfamiliar sister in my mother's arms. I sat on a painted kang stool with a brazier. I ate three times of ground rice. I was so embarrassed. Because of me, I became a new guest at my parents' house. Dayanhe, in order to make a living, after she sucked the milk dry, she began to work with her arms around me; She smiled and washed our clothes. She took the basket to the frozen pond on the edge of the village. She smiled and cut the radish with ice. She was smiling with a pig's grain in her hand. She smiled and fanned the fire in the saucepan. With a smile on her back, she went to the square to bask in those soybeans and wheat and study the river to make a living. Wild goose river, deeply in love with her baby; On New Year's Day, for him, I was busy cutting the sugar of winter rice. For him, I often go to her home near her village quietly. For him, I went to her and called "Mom", Dayan River, and posted his red and green Guan Yunchang on the wall next to the stove. Dayanhe will boast and praise her treasures to her neighbors. Dayanhe once had a dream that she couldn't tell anyone: in the dream, she was eating the baby's wedding wine and sitting in the magnificent ceremony hall, while her beautiful daughter-in-law affectionately called her "mother-in-law" ............................................................................................................ Dayanhe died before she woke up. When she died, her breasts were not with her. When she died, her husband, who usually beat and scolded her, also shed tears for her. All five sons cried sadly. When she died, she whispered the name on her chest, Dayanhe, who was already dead. When she died, her breasts were not with her. Dayanhe, tears streaming down her face! With the bullying of more than 40 years' lives, with the misery of countless slaves, with a four-dollar coffin and several bundles of straw, with a few feet of land for burying the coffin, and the ashes of paper money in one hand, she left with tears in her eyes. What Dayan didn't know was that her drunken husband died, her eldest son became a bandit, her second child died in the smoke of gunfire, and her third child, fourth child and fifth child lived in the scolding of the master and landlord. And I, I'm writing a spell for this unfair world. When I returned to my native land after a long wandering, when my brothers and I met on the hillside and in the fields, I was closer than I was six or seven years ago! This, this is for you, sleeping quietly and things you don't know! Dayan River! Today, your breasts are in prison, writing you a hymn, giving you a purple soul under the loess, giving you a hand to hug me, kissing the gentle face of my lips, raising my * * * for you, giving my sons, giving my brothers, giving everything on the earth, and giving me a nanny like Dayan River. Dayanhe, I grew up eating your milk. Your son, I respect you and love you! 1933 1 month 14, the snow fell on my mother! The wind and rain came, and the birds hid in the nest; The storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms. Source: Bing Xin's mother of stars! You are a lotus leaf, and I am a red lotus. The raindrops in my heart are coming. Except you, who is my shadow under the empty sky? Source: Bing Xin's "Past Seven"