Author: Bing Xin Mom, it's been a long time.
I just want to write a poem for you.
But I wrote it many times.
I haven't written this poem my mother wrote to you yet.
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 run away from my mother? 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 ...
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home. ■ Mother
Author: Shu Ting, your pale fingertips manage 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.
■ Mother
Author: the mother of love is as humble as moss,
Solemn as the morning light,
As soft as the voice of Jiangnan,
Hard as a thousand years of cold jade,
When I raised my eyes,
She is Hao Yue:
When I looked down,
She is a vast land. ■ Mother's Poem (1) Your greatness has condensed my flesh and blood.
Your greatness has shaped my soul
Your life is a journey of love
You use beautiful annual rings
Weave calendars with fragrant ink.
I spend every year in your love.
Play with your shoulders and knees.
(2)
You are a big tree.
Spring depends on your fantasy.
Summer depends on your prosperity.
Autumn depends on your maturity.
Rely on your meditation in winter
Your tall and wide crown ~
Let the fields never be barren.
Mom, you gave me life.
You are the land where I grew up.
(3)
When you are sad, you will be comforted.
When you are depressed, you hope.
When you are weak, you are strength.
Take shelter from the wind and rain in your little bay
You have broadened my horizons.
You are my best friend forever and the driving force of life.
(4)
You lean over and guard with love and caution.
You show your clever mind to your heart's content
Your exuberant energy and bright smile.
Your boiling blood keeps flowing.
(5)
Let me immerse myself in your joy.
Let me enjoy your warmth.
Let me be intoxicated in your arms
Let me snuggle up in your arms
(6)
There are faint poems in the long clouds.
There is continuous love in a faint poem.
There is affection in constant love.
Affectionate and meaningful.
(7)
If mother is rain, then I am a rainbow after rain.
If my mother is the moon, then I am the star holding the moon.
Mother is the foundation of my growth.
I am my mother's ideal fruit.
(8)
When I grow up, my mother's black hair is like a maple leaf.
The frost sparkled with silver stars.
I deeply kissed the traces of those years j)'
Give you my heart.
(9)
May fragrance and mellow fragrance haunt your life.
May my silvery laughter fill your brow.
May all my blessings rub into your heart.
A green leaf is full of its friendship with the roots.
An ode condensed my love for you. "
Let the flowers in your heart bloom like clouds.
Let fragrance accompany you through the long years ■ drying old clothes Author: (Qing) Zhou Shouchang's robe is still fine, although the collar is broken, it is still warm. I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it.
■ Zhong Mama
Author: Wang When you come home disappointed, no matter how tall you are, your mother's bosom can still embrace you. I am willing to be your "master clock" and I will not stop working until the clock breaks down.
■ Mother's Bible
Author: Wang Whenever I open this Bible,
I can't help holding it to my chest,
Like hugging my dear mother,
I can still smell the faint fragrance on my mother.
See mom's beautiful and elegant appearance. ■ Learn to be a good mother
Author: Wang "The hand that pushes the cradle is the hand that changes society"
"mother"
This is a privilege granted to women by God.
It is priceless for a mother to sacrifice for her child.
Giving is also unconditional. ■ "Mom"
Author: Hong Yan When I met you,
I am ten/you are thirty-five.
You are a round-faced mother/
Your love is full of bath water/
Warm,
Almost made me float. ■ Mother
Author: Gao Mingcheng The earth keeps turning.
I accidentally fell into a ditch when I was a child.
You took it from the ground in a pool of blood.
Suddenly picked me up.
It's your omnipotent Hercules!
A thousand raindrops fell from the umbrella.
Grains pour into your back.
There is no rain in my arms.
The hospital is the end of the marathon.
This is your brave ambulance.
Chen Xing was born and died constantly.
I also know that it has aging and parting.
Regret is always deeply rooted in the heart after parting.
There are endless complaints about grasslands and rivers.
Spring is warm, and the sea and the sky are the same.
Is your avatar avalokitesvara! ■
Author: Xu Yilan Modern parents care with respect and understanding,
Accept the advantages and disadvantages of children,
Encourage rather than blame,
Praise instead of complaining,
And give them enough spiritual food,
Instill the idea that new books are better than new clothes.
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Author: Zhang Mo Love is a small ribbon,
Mother gently tied it with wrinkles.
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Author: Li Qiao people come from the earth,
For the congenital homesickness of returning to nature,
Mother is the embodiment of the earth. ■
Source: Bing Xin's mother of stars!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hid in his nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms. ■
Source: Bing Xin "Past Seven" Mom!
You are a lotus leaf, and I am a red lotus.
The raindrops in my heart are coming,
Except for you,
Who is the shadow under my naked sky? ■ Ode to Mother
Author: Zheng although mother is still poor
The child's love for his mother is unambiguous.
We just shouted "Long live mother"
Deeper love is like a volcano in my heart, even though my mother is ordinary and responsive.
She is the real hero in children's hearts.
Who can live in the achievements of princes and princes?
Children can keep their mother's kindness in mind, although her mother speaks very softly.
She is heavier than Mount Tai in children's hearts.
She has made no earth-shattering achievements.
But my mother and I watered the children's success together.
(Excerpt) ■ Ordinary life
Author: Du Jinghua Source: Mom will never forget your little feet
How many roads have you walked?
On your weak shoulders
Still bear a heavy burden
This road is very long.
It is full of your blood, your sweat and your tears.
Endless humiliation, your brown cheeks
Write about your long-term running and hard work.
however
You never seem to know what to complain about.
You are always tenacious, keep going.
There is always a long way under your feet. I never asked you why you left.
You never wanted to tell anyone.
You are always so silent.
Go quietly, go ... your little feet,
Walk out of the long road
The road with no end in sight ■ Immortal hymns
Author: Wen Wen is not full of affection for his mother's kindness because the wind is blowing the sun.
Adopted daughters care for their children's nature and keep the tears of pregnancy and childbirth.
I am afraid that my heart will become a phoenix, and I will become the soul in my dream.
The most important thing is Meng Jiao's poem "The beauty of spring shines an inch of grass for a long time" ■ My mother is really great. Like the moon, my mother shines on the doors and windows of my house, so holy and kind, emitting the light of love.
For the sake of children, I am not afraid of dark clouds, give me warmth and encourage me to go up.
Mom, I love you. I love you. You're amazing.
Mother is like a star, shining on the doors and windows of my house. How holy and kind she is, shining with the light of love. ■ Grateful heart I come from accident, like a grain of dust, who can see my fragility?
Where I come from, where I belong, and who will call me in the next moment.
Although the world is wide, this road is difficult. I have seen all the ups and downs in this world.
How much love and tears I still have, God knows I won't give up.
Grateful heart, thank you, accompany me all my life, let me have the courage to be myself.
Grateful heart, thank you, I will cherish it like flowers bloom and fall ■ Mom, I love your mother! Mom! I love you, you taught us to endure hardships, and you taught us to live up to expectations.
Childhood scenes are often in dreams, mother's love will never be forgotten, and mother's goodness will never be forgotten.
Even the stormy waves, even the wind, frost, rain and snow.
With your mother, everyone is willing to strive for success ■ The poem "M-more" dedicated to my mother: That's too much for my mother;
"O-old": But my mother is old.
"T-tear": it is the string of tears that my mother wiped away for me;
"H heart": this is the mother's pure heart as gold;
"e-eyes": she is the loving eyes of her mother;
"R-right": It is my wish to my mother-always healthy and happy!
Put them together, and you will understand why we affectionately call: Mom! ■ Make mom happier. Mother's care keeps us warm.
Mother's selflessness touched us;
Mother's broadness shocked us;
It is our common wish to make mom happy.