Poetry about mother 1 mother! -My pen is tied with the blood of the blind date.
A gentle and eager call in the dark-
Black is silent and deep.
At twelve o'clock, I was immersed in a silent return.
When all the fallen leaves fall from your temples
Frozen behind him into a yellow, gray and brown past.
One day is quietly approaching history and today.
Will give you the highest honor in the name of time.
So the frozen grass on the edge of the ridge is green.
The day you start thinking about your autumn basket.
I started drawing calendars.
And you-my dear mother.
You have no idea how deep your work is.
Familiar May, a Sunday.
It's all yours-
Just like when I was a kid.
When I look at the lovely double-sided fried eggs in front of me
When you cheer, you always
I don't know when my birthday is.
Poetry about my mother 2 When my mother was young,
Also has a gentle and graceful figure.
And plump and straight breasts.
And it is very long.
Black and shiny braids
All over the country know her beauty.
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Since mother gave birth to us.
She cut off her beloved long braid.
Put on the simplest clothes
In the hard work day after day
I gradually ignored myself.
Also lost her flower-like youth.
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The peach blossoms in the yard have blossomed and fallen.
Mother's beautiful breasts
But we sucked it flat.
Her children grow up day by day.
This is her most difficult time.
The only comfort
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The strong sunshine in the countryside
The pale face of a tanned mother.
The ripe wheat awn in June stung my mother.
A sickle-wielding arm
Mother's waist
Also bent into a sickle.
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In early years, in order to save electricity,
Mother sewed under the kerosene lamp like a bean.
That sewing needle will always
I accidentally stung my mother's finger.
I asked my mother if it hurt.
She put her finger in her mouth and sucked and said
It's okay. Mom doesn't hurt.
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The cold winter in the north
The big water tank at home is frozen solid.
Under the door in the middle of the night
Snowflakes often blow in.
Mother left us the warm hot kang.
Lying on the cold kang.
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Every time I buy clothes for my mother.
She said there were too many clothes at home.
Every time I send money to my mother.
She said there were still some at home.
Every time I come back from my hometown
Mom will be stunned.
Look at the bedding I slept in.
Be in a daze for a long time.
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Mother raised our lives.
But it's the last person you want.
She still lives in the country.
Those shabby old houses built of mud
Guard a few acres of thin land
Reluctant to eat, reluctant to wear
Just ask her children to be safe and happy.
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Woman, since I became a mother.
Began a white lie all her life.
Love her children with her lies
But she worked hard all her life and wronged herself.
Mother also because of her white lies
Always be kind to your children.
Always beautiful
Poem 3 about mother spread out a piece of paper.
Draw roses and lilies.
Draw a bright red heart
In your mind, draw another pair of eyes.
That's mom looking at me.
Unfold a piece of paper
I want to write a few words to my mother.
Cook and wash clothes for me.
Braid my hair.
You must tuck me in at midnight.
Mom, in your festival.
I can wash dishes and fold quilts.
Let me look at those short stories.
I came to wash my little socks.
Mom, this is a little gift for you.
How to write a poem for you?
Carve love on the monument of time.
My pen has been insomnia for a whole spring.
How delicate this is for you.
Those wandering years
You were injured in spring and autumn.
You hurt all the seasons in your life.
So my pen insists on dancing and thinking.
Just like you always want to understand that cry.
It comes from fear, disease or hunger.
Even my unreasonable behavior.
That loving face
I always want to be close to my young heart again and again.
Always caught by my naughty hands.
Grab a bloody scar
Poetry about Mother 5 Wrinkles began to climb on the forehead.
The white hair gradually spread out in the hair.
The skin is not smooth and delicate.
hand
Those hands were cut by stems and leaves and pricked by needles.
Be eroded by years
It's starting to get tough
Every time I look at you, I always imagine.
You are as beautiful as a painting.
Mother is very strict.
It always binds me.
There is no freedom of imagination.
Even the color of my clothes and shoes.
You don't know you're yelling at me.
My brain will go blank.
You have no idea how sorry I am.
Those white sneakers.
The pink coat of a kitten with a plaid pattern.
You gave them all away.
I dare not say another word.
Know what insincerity means from your mother.
It's raining and the ground is slippery.
I just heard a bang.
My daughter slipped.
Mom saw it and said a sentence
serve sb right
Who told you that every day-
My heart is cold and I want to cry.
Later, I learned from my father
Mother was so startled that she almost didn't hold the chopsticks steady.
My daughter felt guilty and burst into tears.
Mother's superstition
Mother is never superstitious.
but
Daughter takes the train at night.
The mother wants to put her daughter's wrist
Tie a red handkerchief.
daughter
Oh, why are you so annoying?
Mother and daughter smiled at each other.
It turns out that moving is so simple.
Never bought anything for my mother.
Mother's Day
Send her a carnation.
I was too excited to say a word.
The smile in the corner of my eye
The daughter saw her mother's
heart
She is very happy.
It turns out that moving is so simple.
Mom, I love you.
I won't pull out another gray hair for you, even if it's all white.
You are still the most beautiful mother in the world.
Poetry about Mother 6 Author: Pointed Grass
Growing up listening to mom's songs
I am covered with happy flowers.
Birds write lyrics in songs.
Raindrops depict the most beautiful pictures in the field.
This song is getting old.
I also understand the old saying.
Mother's voice is hoarse.
The sunshine is full of ancient fairy tales.
Home where mom is away.
Like a forest without birds.
Crying on a cliff full of green leaves
Loneliness is a flower of the past.
My mother is the pride of my life.
I am the concern of my mother's life.
My tears are scars on my mother's forehead.
My smile is the most beautiful flower in her heart.
Mom is old in my heart.
I never grew up in my mother's eyes.
I watered the century building with sweat.
Mother spread kindness in the fields.
Poem describing mother 7 1, Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons.
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
2. Selected poems of Bai Juyi's Yan Shi Liu Sao.
Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.
At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.
3. Han Yu's Whose Son
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried bitterly, and her shirt sleeves were torn.
4. Wang Anshi's Tenth Five-Year Plan
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade.
When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
5. Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"
I went to worship the mother river beam, and I was worried about my tears.
This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.
6. Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home.
Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it.
I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
7. Song Lingyun's father's memory
Wu's book is broken. What do you hate everywhere?
The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and borrows the wind to ask for daily life several times.
8, Yu Gong "Mu Si"
First frost, Lu Hua, tears wet her skirt, bald and helpless.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
9. Ni Ruizhen's mother memory
The river is too wide to sail, so I don't know if it is safe.
When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more!
Poem about Mother 8 Ode to the Yellow River
Yellow river,
Magnificent Yellow River;
From the sky to the sky.
Yellow river,
Hero's Yellow River;
Create countless miracles on earth.
Yellow river,
The Yellow River in China;
Chinese civilization is flowing.
Yellow river,
Poetic Yellow River;
Made countless beautiful chapters.
Yellow river,
The ancient Yellow River;
Shining with the soul of China.
Yellow river,
Yellow River in spring;
Thinking of jasmine flowers in full bloom in spring.
Yellow river,
Yellow River in summer;
Like green trees in the sky.
Yellow river,
Yellow River in autumn;
Depicted a colorful world.
Yellow river,
Yellow River in winter;
Gave birth to new life.
Yellow river,
Beautiful Yellow River;
Your tomorrow is even more dazzling.
Describe the mother. I like listening to poem 9 very much.
The sound of spring rain moistening everything.
I like listening,
The sound of flowers in the mountains.
I like listening,
Play the sound of nature with chords.
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In my dream,
Best of all,
The familiar sound of smashing clothes by the river.
Also,
The cooing of the chickens.
Besides,
Rhubarb dog's voice was loudly scolded for grabbing chicken food.
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In my dream,
Mom's here again,
A nagging voice.
I heard my mother's voice again,
The voice of anxious calling standing at the entrance of the village.
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In my dream,
I heard,
Time is on mother's face,
The sound of brand wrinkles.
I heard it again,
Youth flows through mother's hair,
Leave a heartless and pale voice.
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Tonight,
In case the night is too short,
You can't hear all the voices of love.
Tonight,
Listen to mom,
I just hope I never wake up.
Poetry about Mother 10 Mother
What a sacred name.
Because she gave us life.
mother love
It is selfless and extensive dedication.
Because she just wants to give.
Don't ask for it.
This is our mother at this time.
When we become mothers,
To understand the hardships of mothers.
When we are pregnant with our own children.
I realized the selflessness and greatness of maternal love.
At this moment.
suddenly
I thought of thanking my mother.
Mom.
Thank you for giving us life.
Thank you for raising us with maternal love.
Thank you for your beautiful youth.
In exchange for our beautiful.
Mom.
My dear relatives
This is the principle you taught us to be human.
You taught us to be grateful.
At this time, I am grateful to the society.
Thanksgiving life
Appreciate all the perfect things in the world.
Dear friends
Let's be grateful together.
Our mother, right?
With our sincere filial piety
Be kind to our mother.
A poem about mother 1 1 Yellow River
I stood at the top of the mountain,
Looking at the rolling Yellow River,
Run southeast.
Tao Jin is on the rise,
Set off a turbulent wave;
Turbid flow turns around,
Form a nine-song chain;
From the foot of Kunlun Mountain,
Run to the yellow sea;
Put the central plains land
Split into two sides.
Ah, the Yellow River!
You are the cradle of the Chinese nation!
Five thousand years of ancient culture,
Originated from you;
How many heroic stories,
Play by your side!
Ah, the Yellow River!
You are great and strong,
Like a giant
Appears on the plains of Asia,
Use your heroic body
Build a barrier for our country.
Ah, the Yellow River!
You're depressed,
Huge,
To the north and south banks
Stretch out a thousand iron arms.
The great spirit of our nation,
Will be cultivated by you
Carry forward and grow!
Heroes and sons and daughters of our motherland,
Will learn from you,
As great and strong as you!
As great and strong as you!
Poetry about Mother 12 song of a mother
I have an umbrella to shelter me from the wind and rain.
For nearly forty years, it was my mother's hand covered with double cocoons.
There is a song that has been sung since middle school.
The aftertaste is endless, that is "Mother's Kiss".
There is a lamp that illuminates my confused life path.
Accompanied so far, it is the lamp of hope that my mother lit for me.
There is a feeling that since I was born,
Perseverance is the mother's unrequited love.
To my mother
Although I haven't said hello to you for a long time,
I didn't write to you, but don't let your heart doubt.
It seems that your son's due love for you has disappeared from my chest.
Never, just like that stone, it is deeply rooted in the water forever.
It will never leave its position, even if it is running water.
Sometimes there is wind and waves, and sometimes there are soft waves flowing through.
People can't see my love for you,
It is also so inseparable from my chest, despite the long river of life,
Sometimes I am hit by pain and roll violently.
Sometimes quietly caressed by happiness,
Covered and blocked, so that it won't appear in the sun,
In front of your loving mother, you can't reflect the surrounding sunshine.
Let you know how much your son respects you.
A poem about mother 13 mother, I bless you because you know.
Cultivate your son into a real person.
He will win the battle of life.
He's gone, now let's come back lightly.
When you see a traveler coming home from vacation,
Jewelry in hand, swaggering-
Is it arrogance? Or show off his money and good luck?
Don't say hello to him. He may not be your son.
Mom, if you feel sad when you lean against the door and look up,
At this time, a man appeared outside the low wall.
A famous traveler, with a sword,
Wearing armor and a crown of victory,
Hold your head up proudly.
Maybe some people think it's great,
In fact, swords, gold and fame are nothing.
Don't say hello to him. He may not be your son.
Mom, if in the bleak autumn,
When you smell the flowers,
I hear someone calling you: madam,
On the road over there came a gentleman with a wide circle of friends.
He snuggled up to his lover,
In his bright eyes, there is a yearning for the ocean.
In his cup full of honey, he smells of adventure.
Don't say hello to him. He may not be your son.
Mom, if after dinner in winter,
When you miss you gloomily by the brazier,
Listening to the rain dripping from the roof,
Just then, the door opened and a cold wind blew ... someone came in.
He is bald and has a hammer and axe in his hand.
Get up and meet him, because you have the right,
Hug the son you raised,
He came back from the journey of life, with the reward of hard work.
Poem about Mother 14 Mother, thank you for giving us life.
Thank you for your blood and tears and your happy smile.
Send us into this noisy world.
Mom, you gave us a wonderful life.
What light is there in the world?
Worthy of a mother's eyes.
All tenderness and love
Are condensed in the mother's eyes.
We feel happy.
Because we've all been stared at like this.
Mom, your eyes are looking forward to my life.
What is the sound in the world?
More familiar and kind than mother's voice.
Mother's call can cross all the noise.
Gently open our hearts.
Hear mom's voice
We forgot all our troubles.
Mom, your voice will accompany me all my life.
On Mother's Day Composition: Mother's Day Poetry
Mother's Poetry Mother's Day Poetry
Praise mother:
I got deeper and deeper. This world?
One world.
The pentaphyllum is full of poems.
mother
I am your forced mature child.
The child is wearing a faint tsing yi.
I am a handful of dirt, and you love every aspect of it.
Tonight you sit under the eaves of the country.
Wash your fingers gently.
One of the five leaves
An autumn leaf
Dream cave
Mother and son are watching you by the river thousands of miles away.
Don't tell me where life takes place.
Something pierced my river.
Tears of reproduction!
There are many stars tonight.
ripple
Nocturne melodious
Mother's fingers are covered with the sanctity of youth.
The pentaphyllum is full of poems as heavy as autumn.
Her son stood on trembling hair.
Don't get excited about the flute blowing from my mouth. ......
Your life touched my dream of walking with you.
Every autumn, I shoot a horse under the tree.
Every autumn
I am under the tree.
Beat a horse
Poem about Mother 15 Although I haven't said hello to you for a long time,
I didn't write to you, but don't let your heart
Doubt, as if your son should.
My deep love for you comes from my chest.
Disappear. Nothing like that stone,
At this time, the eternal roots are deeply rooted in the bottom of the water.
It will never leave its position, even if it is running water.
Sometimes with wind and waves, sometimes with soft waves through it.
It flows by, so people can't see it,
My love for you is so inseparable.
In my chest, despite the long river of life,
Sometimes I am hit by pain and roll violently.
Sometimes quietly caressed by happiness,
At this time, it was covered and blocked, and it could not be used.
You can't reflect around the sun.
The returning sunshine is in front of your loving mother.
Let you know how much your son respects you.