A poem praising mother

Poems praising mother include What is Mother, My Mother, Mother, Mother, Dear Mother and so on.

1, "What is a mother?"

Mom is a bright moon, and I am a star in the sky. Although the light is weak, it is enough to give me a little warmth. I sleep in my mother's arms. Mother is an umbrella, and I am a child under the umbrella. Although the umbrella is not big, it is enough to shelter me from the wind and rain. I took shelter from the rain in my mother's arms. Mom is the blue sky, and I am a bird.

2. "My mother"

My pen is tied to the blood of my blind date, calling softly and eagerly in the dark. Black is silent and deep. At twelve o'clock, I was immersed in the silent return. When all the fallen leaves floating from your ear are frozen in the past, a day is quietly approaching history and today, and will give you the highest honor in the name of time.

So the frozen grass on the edge of the ridge turned green, and the day you started thinking about your autumn basket, I began to plan a calendar for my beloved mother!

Step 3: "mom"

Mom, I like your sweet words best. Every time you finish, my heart is sweeter than eating honey.

Mom, I like your graceful dancing best, which makes people crazy. Mom, I love your seriousness, which makes people feel extremely happy. Mom, I like everything you do best, which makes me feel extremely happy.

4. "Mother"

I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper. I always keep it, 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 was folded by your beloved son in tears. Wan Shui Qian Shan, ask him to come back with her love and sadness.

5. Dear Mother

Dear mom, I love you! Just like the deep affection of the stream to the mountain, I hug you warmly and cherish the warmth of spring selflessly. I am a wild goose flying south, with a tender desire like cream in my mouth.

I love you, my dear mother! I love you, the smell of mountains, air and water. In my youth, you carefully designed for me, every second of my life.