Recitation of poems in praise of mother

Poetry Recitation in Praise of Mother 1

Mother

Always very wordy

Wordy

Yes A kind of truth

Mother

is always very tolerant

Tolerance

is a kind of loving mind

Mother

Always concerned

Concerned

It is a prayer without regrets

Mother

Always It’s very simple

Simple

Because there is no reservation

Mother

Always very old

Old

Let her children miss her even more

■Poetry to mother

Author: Bing Xin

Mother, it’s been a long time

I just want to write a poem for you

But I have written it many times

I still haven’t finished it

Mother, I wrote this poem for you Poetry

I don’t know how to begin

I don’t know how to end

I don’t know what to write

It’s like a poem When I face your severe slap

I don’t know whether I should accept it bravely

or choose to escape

Mother, I think of you again tonight

I decided to write a poem for you

Even if it is not well written

Even if you are far away in my hometown

I will never be able to read it To...

Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,

Don’t be surprised that it fell into the dream for no reason.

This is what your beloved daughter wrote with tears in her eyes,

Through thousands of rivers and mountains, beg him to carry her love and sorrow back home.

Poetry recitation in praise of mother:

■Mother

Author: Shu Ting

Your pale fingertips caress my temples

I can’t help but hold on to your lapel as I did when I was a child

Oh, mother

I gradually disappear in order to keep you. The departing figure

Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke wisps

I still dare not open my eyes for a long time

I still treasure the bright red scarf< /p>

I’m afraid washing it will make it lose your unique warmth

Oh, mother

Isn’t the flow of time also ruthless

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I’m afraid that my memory will also fade

How dare I open its screen so easily

I cried to you for a thorn

Now wearing the crown of thorns, I dare not

I dare not moan

Oh, mother

I often look up at your photo sadly

Even if the call can penetrate the loess

How dare I disturb your sleep

I still dare not display the sacrifice of love like this

Although I Wrote many songs

To the flowers, to the sea, to the dawn

Oh, mother

My sweet and deep yearning

It’s a dry well hidden by flowers and trees that can’t sing. Poetry Recitation Praise for Mother 2

1. Oh, Mother

You Pale fingertips are caressing my temples

I can't help but hold on to your skirt as I did when I was a child

Oh, mother

In order to keep your disappearing figure

Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke wisps

I still dare not open my eyes for a long time

I still treasure that bright red scarf

I am afraid that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth

Oh, mother

Isn’t the flow of time equally ruthless

I’m afraid that memory will also fade

How dare I open its screen so easily

For a thorn, I once asked You cry

Now with the crown of thorns, I dare not

I dare not moan

Oh, mother

I often Looking up at your photo sadly

Even if the call can penetrate the loess

How dare I disturb your sleep

I still dare not display the sacrifice of love like this

Although I wrote many songs

To the flowers, to the sea, to the dawn

Oh, mother

My sweetness Deep nostalgia

It is not a torrent, not a waterfall

It is a dry well that cannot sing among the flowers and trees

2. Paper boat - sending mother

I never give up a piece of paper,

I always keep it - keep it,

Fold it into small boats,

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Thrown from the boat into the sea!

Some were blown into the windows of the boat by the wind,

Some were wetted by the waves and stuck to the bow of the boat.

I still keep folding them every day without getting discouraged,

I always hope that one of them will flow to where I want it to go.

Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,

Don’t be surprised that it entered the dream for no reason;

This is your beloved daughter Ham. With piles of tears,

Thousands of rivers and mountains, asking it to carry her love and sorrow back home