Mother's poem
Mom is a heavy book, enough to read for a lifetime!
Pull the needle and thread carefully,
Spring shirts are still afraid of leaking cold.
Hard work, hate not having wings,
Cut off all the blue light and look pathetic.
People often say: 500 times in previous lives.
Only for the passing of this life.
I don't know how many times I have saved my memory.
In exchange for being in love with your mother and daughter
Mother, you gave me life with great love.
In more than forty years of life,
I have been reading you in my own unique way.
Your simple and rich connotation
It is worth my life to understand and appreciate.
Mom, it is your love that keeps me growing up.
Your vicissitudes of life, how many dusk misty rain you have experienced.
Your wrinkled face is engraved with the vicissitudes of nearly a century.
Your deep eyes have read all the rain, snow, wind and frost on earth.
How much hope did those calloused hands weave?
That full head of hair, years have dyed her frost.
The wind blows the old year, telling the lost time.
How many bumpy mountains and ridges have you climbed with strong steps?
Dream, the overflowing map, still radiates dazzling light.
Reading mom, bend your back.
How much pain and sorrow have you suffered?
Reading mother, a long time.
Carrying the dream of your life
Reading mother because of kindness
It is your strong wings.
Light rain on mother's day
It rained lightly on Mother's Day this year.
Rain, like mother's endless worries,
Falling from a distance,
It hit me.
I don't know why it flows into my heart.
Mom, you know what?
Today is your festival!
I saw you,
I saw your expectation of leaning against the door.
Your gray temples,
That's what you did for us in winter,
Frost and snow brought by the cold?
Do you know that?/You know what?
Because of you,
No matter how withered the season is, people will not feel lonely.
In your eyes,
We will always be weak grass,
You will never know.
In my son's heart,
You are the spring in March.
Without you,
We wouldn't have the lush life we have today.
Very big, because there are many mothers like you,
I only know what is broad.
Crows know how to feed back,
Lambs know how to kneel down and nurse.
What about us?
Let's say it sincerely!
In your festival,
Mom-
You have worked hard!
Random thoughts on mother's day
Maybe this day should be gorgeous.
The hotel is covered with a bright red carpet.
Full of rich feasts,
Give this festival the highest specifications.
Great. When you are here.
Full of gorgeous flower baskets
Try to enjoy your children and grandchildren.
Surround you;
When all the blessings and prayers
They are all like rubies.
Wine fills the cup of gratitude;
When mellow wine and fragrant flowers
And sincere congratulations.
Intoxicating music. This season
Heaven and earth suddenly opened up.
Angels in the choir put your love
Praise the sun to the fullest
This is also your more inspiration.
That's great.
But I'm poor, and every day we are
I have never lived a hard life.
I thought about starting with a gorgeous ceremony.
The light of your love, and at the same time let the so-called
Filial piety hangs a grandiose label.
Show off what ability.
Even I never deliberately remember.
It was Mother's Day,
Although in my memory,
Every holiday of my childhood
You change salt from our house.
Pick out the biggest secret in the egg.
Cook it for me. When the afterglow of the sunset
When your loving hands erase my labor.
Tired, there is smoke in the village.
I am troubled by the warmth of home.
Taste. I miss my mother's kang.
It must be hot, and then put it on the kang.
Xiao Mu's desk must smell good.
Sitting at mom's house
Well-off, happiness and comfort.
Just like what I am attached to.
Hug;
That's sweet and comfortable
Just like childhood.
Mom's warm bed!
Black Mother's Day
May, the second Sunday
Mother's Day every year.
Treat every child as a child.
I will send my own flowers and gifts to my parents.
People who are out of town will call to greet you.
And the dead mother,
Childlike heart is still alive.
The other end of the phone is connected to heaven.
Gifts and flowers became sacrifices.
Mother's Day is here.
Can I say Happy Mother's Day?
mother
The world is so big.
But there is no room for you.
My world is really small.
But you still occupy my whole sky.
mother
I know
You often hang in the night sky like a star.
Will listen to my whispers
Mom, I know.
You often fall asleep like a lover.
Warm my heart
I know you've been here the whole time.
I have your voice in my ear:
My children/my children
Don't be afraid, I will always be with you.
Accompany you to meet every quiet night.
Challenge every long night with you.
Today is May, the second Sunday.
Mother's day without mother
A Black Mother's Day
a hymn to mother
In my heart,
One place is unfathomable,
It never asked,
You are the fire of hope,
Light up my future, give me hope,
Every dark night,
I care about you,
Every cold night,
You give me endless warmth,
It began to rain,
Every drop of rain is telling.
Your pale fingertips touch 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.
I love you, mom.
There is a person who left traces of love in the vicissitudes of life;
A person left intimate memories in a clean kitchen;
There is a person who holds up a sky of love for us with his thin body;
There is a person who builds a happy home for us with hard-working hands;
Who is she?
You, my mother,
My ordinary and great mother!
When I was a child,
All you have to do is hold me in your hand,
Like everything to you,
Let me enjoy my childhood happiness.
Mom!
Your little feet,
I don't know how many stormy roads I have walked,
On your weak shoulders,
Still carrying the burden of family and fields.
This road is very long,
It is full of your blood, your sweat, your tears,
And endless humiliation.
Mom!
Your brown cheeks,
It's full of your long-term hard work.
In my eyes, your love is endless!
No matter what I am now,
What about the future,
I will remember your great kindness.
Mom!
Even if your forehead is covered with the marks of years,
The wind and rain of the years have changed your face.
You stumble close,
The last sunset on the horizon,
I will also see the most beautiful scenery for you.
Embedded in unforgettable memories.
Mom!
I'll never get old. Mom, I love you. ...
To my mother
When I was born,
I was greeted by my mother's tearful smile.
When I cry
What moved me was my mother's gentle little hand.
When I was a toddler
With mom's encouraging eyes.
When I grow up,
What protects me is my mother's meticulous care.
When I travel far away
What worries me is my mother's eternal 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, as if your son should.
My deep love for you comes from my chest.
Disappear. Nothing like that stone,
Always 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,
Coverage and blockade make it impossible.
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.
Mother's thoughts
Mother's concern is the spring breeze.
Send it to children traveling far away.
mercy
Mother's concern is a cloud in summer.
Pass it on to children traveling far away.
cool
Mother's concern is the mud in autumn.
No matter how far a child floats like a leaf.
Nostalgia remains strong.
Mother's concern is the fire of winter.
Although the weather is very cold everywhere, it is very cold.
But my heart feels very warm, very warm.
Dedicated to mother
I'm used to strutting around,
My temperament is also a bit stubborn;
Even if the king and I face each other,
I won't lower my eyes.
But, mom, I want to be honest with you:
Although my self-esteem is very strong,
Once I come to your happy and kind side,
Often feel inferior and cringe.
You have a noble spirit that permeates everything,
Radiant, direct to the sun, the moon and the stars,
Is this spirit secretly conquered me?
Recalling the past really makes me sad.
I did a lot of wrong things and broke your heart.
Good love for my loving mother!
Dedicated to mother
I'm used to strutting around,
My temperament is also a bit stubborn;
Even if the king and I face each other,
I won't lower my eyes.
But, mom, I want to be honest with you:
Although my self-esteem is very strong,
Once I come to your happy and kind side,
Often feel inferior and cringe.
You have a noble spirit that permeates everything,
Radiant, direct to the sun, the moon and the stars,
Is this spirit secretly conquered me?
Recalling the past really makes me sad.
I did a lot of wrong things and broke your heart.
Good love for my loving mother!
Eternal mother
When I first opened my newborn eyes.
The first thing I saw was the incomparable holiness of my mother.
Love eyes and tears of joy-
Staring at you without blinking an eye.
Your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively
But I can't express my feelings, just dancing around.
I am so anxious that you can't help crying loudly.
After many days and nights of cultivation
Sit up straight at last, your little body.
After adjusting EQ and IQ
Never wait, shout out life.
The most precious first sound-mom
This is the most touching original moral.
No matter how many languages there are in the world.
Only this cry is absolutely the same.
No music, no poetry.
It can be more touching than this.
Mother's love
Mother is like a lamp in the dark,
When I got lost,
She will guide me and light me up,
Towards the light,
Mom,
Mother is like the bright moon in autumn night,
When I'm lonely and helpless,
She will accompany me and support me,
Give me confidence.
Mom,
She's been busy for me,
Take great pains,
No regrets,
So, on this annual Mother's Day,
I have to say,
Mom, thank you! I love you!