The gentleness of a woman is the root of all female beauty. Your gentleness is the source of happiness in our family.
Maybe my shoulders are not wide enough, but they are enough to shelter you from the wind and rain; Maybe my arm is not strong enough, but it can still hold up a blue sky for you; Maybe my money is not rich enough, but I will try to change the status quo. Happy Women's Day!
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Ah, mom.
Author: Shu Ting
Your pale fingertips touch my temple.
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt
Ah, mom.
In order to keep your fading figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke.
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf.
Afraid that cleaning will make it
Lose your unique warmth
Ah, mom.
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.
I dare not moan.
Ah, mom.
I often look up at your photos sadly.
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.
Although I have written many songs.
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom.
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
Not a torrent, not a waterfall.
It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
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Recite poetry to mother.
Your sad piano sound
From the tears in my dream
remote
Your dying smile
Like the last leaf.
On my foggy branch
anxious
Oh, there is no other way.
Can I sneak into you? mother
All the waves and starlight
You'll never remember
That thunderstorm afternoon
There's a struggle in your eyes.
Printed plants
Palm with loose feathers
It took me many years to understand.
Your handwriting on the window glass
Your protest before being destroyed.
Oh, wherever the wind blows.
Can't you bring my song? mother
May you forgive everything.
Judge yourself again for your forgiveness.
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Wandering songs-Meng Jiao.
Hemerocallis live in the hall, and wanderers travel all over the world.
In front of the main hall, the loving mother didn't see the day lily.
Mother's Day-Yu Guangzhong
this present life
My most forgetful cry was twice.
Once at the beginning of my life
At the end of your life
I won't remember listening to you for the first time.
The second time, you don't know that it's useless for me to say it.
In two cries,
Laughter is endless.
Over and over again.
You know it, and I know it.
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My canoe (excerpt)
Gu Cheng
My canoe,
No rudder, no rope,
Floating in the world,
Floating in the world,
No rudder, no rope.
The wind, the wind of fate,
Mood swings,
Please bury me,
Or send it home,
Even fragments,
Even fragments. ......
I missed it,
Beautiful trestle;
I missed it,
A tearful lamp;
I missed it-
Mother under the lamp
Wish her good night,
Wish her good night,
Wish her good night!
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This is 4: 08 Beijing time.
This is 4: 08 Beijing time.
The sea of handspring;
This is 4: 08 Beijing time.
A magnificent whistle sounded.
The tall buildings of Beijing Railway Station,
Suddenly there was a violent shaking.
I looked out of the window in surprise,
I want to know what happened.
My heart suddenly hurts. it must be
Mother's buttoned needle and thread penetrated her heart.
At this time, my heart became a kite.
The kite string is in mother's hand.
The rope is too tight and will break.
I had to stick my head out of the window lattice of the carriage.
Before that, before that,
I realized what had happened.
-Wave goodbye,
It is necessary to take the station away;
Beijing is at my feet,
Has moved slowly.
I waved to Beijing again,
Trying to grab him by the collar,
Then shouted to her:
Always remember me, mom, Beijing!
Finally caught something,
No matter whose hand it is, he can't let go,
Because this is my Beijing,
This is my last trip to Beijing.
196865438+February 20th.
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& My Dear Mom > Author: Aniyi people
My dear mother ~ ~ It is said that today is your holiday, I don't know. Because I have never celebrated this festival for you.
I was too young to know about this festival. Later, I was sensible, but you didn't give me a chance. No way.
22 years. How are you?
Is the garden in heaven big enough?
Is the red wine in heaven sweet?
Are the side dishes in heaven delicious?
Are the clouds warm enough in the sky?
Did you grow white hair in heaven?
Does it rain in the sky of heaven?
Who is pulling your skirt in the sunset in heaven?
Which degenerate child have you helped in heaven?
Are there colorful hair clips on the long streets of the kingdom of heaven?
My dear mother ~ ~
Mom, have a drink. Grandma told me that you can drink. There is an altar for your daughter's red beside the yard.
Mom, put it on. This is a cotton vest that I made for you myself. Grandma told me that you can have a wonderful embroidery.
Mom, sit down. I made your favorite side dish. Grandma told me that you like shallots mixed with tofu best.
My dear mother ~ ~
Is there a rocking boat in heaven?
Like your warm arms, you can pillow all my childlike curiosity?
Are there any cowhide tendons in heaven?
Just like your kind eyes, can you accommodate all my jumping girls?
Is there a paper plane in heaven?
I really want to buy a ticket to heaven and send a carnation kiss.
My dear mother ~ ~
Just want to tell you:
Miss you, miss you.
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you
mother
I love you.
forever and always
In my heart
You are short but strong.
You are thin but diligent.
More than 20 years of ups and downs
You raised me.
Your rough hands are covered with delicious food.
Time will stain your face with inside information.
I really want to keep your youth and beauty for you.
Thick maternal love stops at the most beautiful scenery.
I am in a brightly lit university campus.
Mention this pen and write you into my eternal memory.
On the way to school, I tasted all the vicissitudes of the world.
Injured me, I am used to jumping into your warm harbor.
Thinking of your bow-like back, my tears will fall down unwillingly.
I am behind your concern and concern, and I am trying to be strong with my bed.
With great gratitude to you, I slowly waved to you.
Kiss your wrinkles, and I tell myself not to cry any more.
Your mother's line is the beacon of your son's life.
You taught me what is strong in a stormy life.
When I was 0/8 years old, I was wandering alone in a foreign land.
Your maternal love will accompany me all over the world.
I really want to eat your cooking and vegetables forever.
I really want to wear your cloth shoes forever
Looking out of the window, the night sky is full of stars.
I stole one for National Day.
The sheared blood dissolves in water.
An inseparable family relationship
I want to shout
Cherish forever.
Maternal love is endless.
I love you.
mother
you
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Old mother! Read longer than my life! Sitting quietly in the chill of early spring.
The waves decorate my years layer by layer.
When I went to the seaside as a student, I wrote a magnificent poem.
Waiting for your reading!
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A river of youth suddenly flows away with a bang.
Mom! I stopped by a blue sky and my bike leaned against the sun.
Underwater blue sky and deep water: boundless clouds
At this time, clouds are wandering around.
The flowers in my life suddenly bloom.
This is a mess of beauty everywhere! I drank the waves and rode away on my bike, the wheels rolling.
I'm far, far away ―― completely gone!
The rest of my body is next to the endless blue wave.
The rest of my poems record life, in full bloom-
What is left to me is green mountains and green waters, living and working.
I can only live in my mother's poems.
Living, melancholy, singing, full of hope.
Waiting for your return!
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tornado
This is one of countless spring mornings, a roar of thunder.
Mom! In the red morning light, the bamboo basket for washing vegetables is so ethereal
It seems that the thunderstorm will not come.
There are thunderstorms, because of our beautiful home and singing.
Come to our hearts in advance. Mom, a huge smile is rolling in the sky.
The long-awaited comfort! In the center of the city square
I went over the mountains to listen to your voice flying home gently.
But mom, your wings only grow on me! My flying blood loves the rivers of the motherland.
Respond to the sound of your blood!
It seems to have condensed the flames of rural life for countless centuries.
Burning forever. Mom, the days of rice.
The light in the depths of blood makes the sun bright. I am a bright worker!
At the moment when I landed gently in the yard, there was a thunderstorm!
The sky began to roll, and the earth, labor, flying and light dissolved together-ah, the transparent storm exploded the garden, my gentle little mother's boundless inner me ... three.