Poem for Mom 1 Mom, you are like a beautiful fairy.
Always guide me with your heart,
Let my grades be among the best,
Although sometimes you can't do anything about me,
But I won't forget your kindness.
Mom, you are like a gentle nurse.
Take good care of me forever,
Let my physical illness disappear,
Although you sometimes severely correct me,
But I'm not afraid at all,
On the contrary, I try to improve my mistakes.
Mom, you are like a trash can of mood.
Always helping me eat unhappy things,
Cheer up my heart,
Although you often scold me for my poor performance,
But I will never give up the opportunity to learn.
Mom, you're like a guardian of my life,
Has been quietly paying for me,
Let me eat and wear warm clothes,
Thank you for always reminding me to cherish resources.
I will definitely do it.
Mom, you are my favorite,
At any time,
Are silently cheering for me,
That's why my grades are so good,
Mom, you will always be my favorite person.
I am your forever baby,
Thank you, mom!
Poem 2 for Mom Dreamed that Mom snored and slept.
With the worries of our ancestors
Germinated his son's stormy life.
The first appearance of Wu Geng
The cock crowed eagerly
Call his son Angelica back
A kind hand
Interpret the concept of life
The fate of reaching into the kitchen hall
Grasp the meaning of a day.
Eyes will flow forever.
Barren wrinkles
A strong-growing wheat awn
Stinging distant beliefs
A thriving life
Moon sickle harvests laughter.
Mother enriches into a seed.
Dream moon
Shaped like an orange
Mature in the mother's heart
Understand life
Baigeshao
Fly over one's mind
Direction of flight time
Fly to the burning heaven
(pigeon speed equals missing)
Mother lay under the sickle of fatigue.
Watching the language get closer and closer.
Son's echo
travel around the world
A poem dedicated to my mother from the moment I was born.
You gave me sacred life.
Let me see the prosperity of the world.
It gives me a chance to listen to the world and feel the true meaning of life.
When I grit my teeth and learn English
You are my first teacher.
Teach me to talk.
Teach me the truth of being a man
When I was thin and sick,
You are the one who is with me day and night.
Bring me soup and medicine.
Take care of my life.
Always asking for help by my side.
When I reach school age,
You're the one who's tired of running around
Save money for my tuition.
Send me to school.
Let me appreciate the long history and profoundness of China culture.
You help me turn my schoolbag.
Let me study back and forth in the wind, frost, rain and snow.
You wash clothes every week.
Let me wear clean clothes to school.
It's the feeling that you dress me in new clothes every week.
Makes me look more energetic.
It is you who have given your youth without regrets.
Just to give me a better life.
It is your hard work.
Just because I'm getting better and better.
It was you when I lost my way.
Without hesitation, he became my lighthouse.
Now, the cold wind is bleak
Your temples are gray.
You're still using your dead hand.
Pay silently for me
Now, you are ill.
You are still suffering from the disease.
Sacrificed for me.
My favorite person.
My mother
You've done so much for me.
And I often have unfilial behavior.
My favorite person.
My mother
I am willing to trade my birthday for your safety.
Healthy and happy
My favorite person.
My mother
No matter how many words I use to describe your kindness to me, it is implicit.
I only wish health and longevity.
Poem 4 for Mom: You are a lighthouse,
With the blazing dawn,
Illuminated the endless darkness on the road ahead.
You are the bridge,
With endless sweat and tears,
Create a solid sunshine avenue.
You are the stage,
Strong enough to support the burden,
Let me speak freely.
You are a pen,
With your whole life's energy,
Take me to write the most brilliant life.
With your perseverance,
Silently dedicated to me for more than ten years.
My dearest mother.
In this festival that belongs to you.
I want to say-
You are a note,
Without you,
I won't be able to write a happy ballad.
If one day you are tired,
If I were you,
The most reliable shoulder.
Just like when I was a kid,
Rest assured on it,
You will fall asleep soon. ...
Poem 5 for Mom: Silent arrival
You were silent, too.
A cold little meatball
A face without a beard
A shabby low house
A fire and grandma's breasts
Warm my first cry
The temperature brought a glimmer of life to the house.
Your pale smile
This is the first time since you became a child bride.
Your face
You use your blood
Give me life.
Stir your love with rice soup and water.
Let life go on.
Leave a deep impression on the place where you first climbed the smile.
Since the first autumn
Your eyes haven't changed since the first time.
From the first time I went out
Your eyes haven't changed since you first came home.
Full of caring light
Now it always hurts my heart.
The sixth poem for my mother on this sunny day,
In this breath full of spring
Your birthday is coming quietly.
Birds and trees come to cheer for you.
The sun and clouds come to bless you.
Pigeons and sparrows come to sing birthday songs for you.
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What a beautiful day
I really want to tell you.
Mom, I love you.
When I encounter setbacks and troubles in my study,
You will always come to talk to me.
There are various examples.
Encourage me to be strong.
Let me shine again.
at that time
I really want to tell you.
Mom, I love you.
When I fail to do something.
You'll pull me aside
Say a word to me seriously.
Failure is the mother of success.
Use this to encourage me.
Let me believe in myself.
at that time
I really want to tell you.
Mom, I love you.
In this special day
I really want to tell you.
mother
I love you.
Loving you is deeper than water and heavier than mountains.
Loving you is higher than the sky and deeper than the earth.
Poem 7 for Mom: Mom, open your eyes and look at the world.
Even for the last time.
All kinds of lights in Qian Qian are coming.
Solemn salute
Shining with dazzling light
Mom, please say something.
Even if there is only one word.
The volcanic storm gradually subsided.
The thunder and tsunami suddenly stopped.
Everything in the world is listening.
The world is so big, you can't break the rocks and clouds.
Mom, pack your things and go.
Even if it's just a step forward.
I know your footsteps have spread to the stars in the sky.
Hold your head up.
Let me feel the power of love all the time, just like the stars running and spinning.
Mom, my sad bank closed down in Wan Li.
The rushing river buried its head in Qian Shan's arms.
Motherly love is deep, never say goodbye.
See vaguely from the other side of the sea
You are not afraid of hard work.
Poems for mom. Mom, I remember.
Ghost of snow
Mom, I remember.
I haven't called you for days.
At this moment, you must be too busy to remember yourself.
Seems to treat us like children again.
Take care of the crisp and tender wheat seedlings.
The dry food cracked in the sun.
What you care about is wheat seedlings.
Feed them with a drop of sweat.
Feed them with your rough hands
Mom, I remember.
Have you been away from home for a long time?
Remember that the mountain road is too short every time I go home.
Looking at the villages that have been depressed in winter.
A little afraid to see your old face again.
Every holiday is always too hasty.
All the meals were my favorite in the past.
I haven't had time to make you a cup of hot tea.
I always feel that the mountain ridge is too high and too high when I leave home.
Looking out the window at the pine forest that is about to blur again.
Your crooked figure is still standing in the wind.
This road is very long and far.
Mom, I remember.
Someone once praised us for being sensible.
You smiled and said, you are still a baby. What can you understand?
Your thousands of reminders began to ring in my ears.
Take care of yourself outside and eat well.
Learn to be sensible when you are away from home. You are all old.
Yes! They are all big. It's all outside
And you're still guarding the old house and yard.
Mom, I remember.
That was the third time I saw you cry.
Grandpa left, and you cried.
You cried that you were too poor to eat before.
Grandma left early and didn't even get a bite of white flour.
Grandpa raised you and your uncles as parents.
After suffering all my life, I finally couldn't eat a full meal.
Your tears can't stop flowing
It's like opening a painful river bank.
I want to wash away my grandparents' lives.
There are also rugged roads.
Mom, I remember.
That time your smile
That was the first time I cooked.
Several kinds of noodles are mixed together with soda.
In the end, it's just dad and you, and the three of us eat.
But mom, I saw your smile.
Mom, I remember.
You were really angry that time.
Hey, hey, you look fierce.
Hands will protect us behind your back.
Speak loudly with others.
Mom, the sun is shining now.
Are you still sweating in the field?
When can I become an umbrella?
Protect you from the wind and rain.
Keep you cool in the hot sun.
Mom, I remember.
When you said you were pregnant with me
I feel that I am a little guy who worries you.
Always pushing you.
You also said that when you nursed me,
I used to feel like a heartless guy.
I bit you many times while feeding.
Mom, I think so, too
It's so big, and it keeps you worried.
Mom, I think so, too
Leave your arms
Never hugged you.
Mom, I remember.
Every time I call,
Let you eat better and pay attention to your health.
You have agreed, don't worry.
Let me take care of myself.
Don't lose too much.
Mom, how are you? How are you?
Mom, pay more attention to your health. ...
Hello, mom!
Mom, I miss you!
Mom, I love you!
A poem for my mother When I was 9 years old, my family was very poor.
But when eating, my mother always carries the biggest bowl.
I clearly remember that the edge of the bowl is a little broken.
But I still died. Look, there may be meat in the bowl.
My family was poor when I was a child.
But mom always wears that patched shirt,
I was shivering with cold in winter, and she was still wearing that gown.
Is there a fire dragon list hidden in this gown?
My family was poor when I was a child.
It was very cold in winter at that time, but I always felt very warm.
Mom has warmed me up, thermos,
I always peek at whether there is a bigger thermos under my mother's bed.
My family was poor when I was a child.
There is a leak in the old house at home. Why did you shut me out?
Is it windy inside? It's cold in there, silly boy.
You have blocked the cold wind for me.
My family was poor when I was a child.
There is no flashlight at home, but there are always two lights flashing during my night school trip.
This is mother's eye, but now it has lost its light.
No one illuminates my life journey.
Growing up, my mother is old.
The old man can't carry that big porcelain bowl any more.
Unfortunately, I'm not here,
I didn't feed you your favorite meal.
Growing up, my mother is old.
There is no longer a fire dragon list in the gown.
I didn't give you a beautiful dress,
Protect you from the cold.
Grow up, mom is old,
The cotton wool on the bed has become a ball.
You are always reluctant to wear new bedding for you.
Said the granddaughter-in-law would like it.
Growing up, my mother is old.
I no longer need my mother's eyes to illuminate me.
Mom's eyes are out of sight,
But she always waits by the side of the road.
We're all grown up,
Our mother is old. ...
Poems for Mom 10 Mom
I'm still looking forward to holding the baby.
Who knows the clutches of bad luck?
Has been ruthlessly extended to them.
A disaster that comes again
Destroyed their homes again
Sleep with them in a sweet dream.
A house that collapsed in an instant
Drowning their happiness.
More broken wings of hope.
The rumbling tremor covered it.
A heartbreaking cry
Groaning under the broken wall
Mom, mom.
Wake up in mom's arms.
Nevertheless, mom is bloody.
Startled the gentle Joule.
go to all lengths
Finally failed to wake up the sleepy mother.
Son.
Not for mother's cruelty.
Abandon your loneliness.
Only Niang's greed
In exchange for your rebirth
Even a thousand things, I also loathe to give up.
Son.
Dry your tears.
Stand up, your weak shoulders and head.
Face your tomorrow bravely.
Only your promise.
Only when you become a mother can you start with peace of mind.
To face your father who was robbed in the Wenchuan disaster.
Don't worry, I owe my relatives a lot.
Mother, father
I will be strong and live a good life.
Zheng Zheng vows to land.
Tears spilled on the slope of Huangtuling.
Smile niang's eyes hit enron.
Sleep with flowers and laugh with quiet mountain streams.
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Poem for Mom 1 1 Mom, you are old.
Dental activity
Vertical and horizontal wrinkles
A few acres of thin land in my hometown
Has been binding your steps.
Festivals in the city can't confuse your ideals.
But you always shout tired.
I know that fatigue is your happiness.
Your happiness
The harvest in autumn is very good.
It makes you breathless.
But, mom,
You are just a person shouting tired.
Distant children
Always can't understand.
Your friendship with the land
When you put gold soybeans
Comb them one by one.
Your happiness is the soybean milk for your grandson's breakfast.
Mom, you are old.
But always say that we don't work as well as you.
Every time I see you,
Warm and beautiful
Dance in front of me
Mom, you are old.
Mom, you are old.
But your autumn is not old.
Your harvest is always heavy.
You always shout tired.
But you are always at the busiest time.
Get rid of me.
Mom, you are old.
Loose teeth and wrinkles
But every time I see you,
I saw me as a child.
By your side
Like a small cloud
Snuggle up in the sky