There, hiding.
Too much hard work and care.
I can't bear to see your hands like branches.
There, it records
Too much hope and hardship.
filial piety/mourning
I have forgotten your birthday.
But you're speechless,
You just want me to go my own way.
Walk steadily and properly.
You became everything.
Decorate the blue sky with the light of the moon.
The fragrance of flowers is distributed around me.
Let me on the road in the distance
See more clearly and walk more steadily.
mother
I want to find a suitable word to describe you.
I want to find a beautiful poem to read to you.
I would rather find a beautiful song for you.
But I have never found the most satisfactory result.
perhaps
The word mother should be like this.
Even if all the beautiful poems in the world are collected.
In the most gorgeous and warm language
Nor can we achieve sacred love and dignity.
Modern Poetry for Mother II. The meditator slowly let go of the bend of life.
Waist. That head full of time
It is snowing, and it is getting bigger and bigger.
You're at a loss. Frogs crawling in the distance
On my paper. You sat in front of the lamp and it caught you.
Took the shadow
You missed the distance. There is your suffering in the distance.
Son of depression. You are far away.
A son who likes to write poetry. He was killed by you.
Miss repeatedly
There are countless things on your forehead that have taken away your youth.
Birds, I drove away a flock of birds.
The other group fell behind.
This cycle is endless. Thinking about this, my heart is
It hurts more and more. It hurts more and more.
Wake up bit by bit: give it to mom
I want to say goodbye to April. I am like a boat.
Leave some on the stone of time.
The indistinguishable shadow silences you.
A shadow has been chasing me.
They have murderous faces.
They drop on the tip of the knife.
The blood of many innocent people
Thirty birds fly out of your arms.
I-the vast distance. Do you understand?
They kept trying to fly to me.
This is your dream for 30 years.
Now Mom, I'm thirty years old.
Thirty years old is a kind of
A constant cry
Want to put inner poetry and happiness
Wake up bit by bit. ...
An aging face.
Your concern moved me slowly. You're still
Talk to me with your back.
The pale ending makes you a flame.
So are the burning tears in your eyes.
Sadness. I know you won't give up either.
But the knife of real life, but in one step.
Get you out of my life in one step.
I am poor or poor. Stay away from us with the wind
What is the other person's?
It fills me with attachment and depression.
You are equal to my infinite passing and missing. at present
When I calm down, there is only one last point left.
Feathers of memory float on your withered face.
To Mother: Whispers of the Night
Time filters life. Leave dust behind
It's inside you. A little worried
Clipping has become a beautiful memory and longing.
Nostalgia, sitting on the edge of silence to study
Combing fragmentary emotions
The night fills you, your cup.
It drowned me.
Everything is like a dream. Cough occasionally
Like a distant voice, like a heavy blow.
My bones, my heart hurts.
It's already on you to shoot cows across the mountain in time.
Push slowly. I stand behind you.
More sad than you ...
Modern poems for mother when suona plays in the rain 3.
When the leaves blown by the wind hover at low altitude
When you said I was the only relative in the future
I held back my tears, but I didn't fall down.
flash
Your eyes stay in the afterglow of the next day.
I'm not afraid of the sky falling.
I'm afraid you will cry at home alone.
But a few days later, I packed my bags again.
Full of dreams
Leave my hometown
Leave you with a thin back.
I'm afraid to turn around and let the other person see me.
Blurred eye damage
You can't see me on New Year's Eve.
You don't know your son's unfilial
Went to another place from school.
I know that no matter how familiar the voice on the phone is.
Can't close a distance is called distance.
Last night, the quiet sky suddenly became dark.
Suddenly it thundered.
The beep on the phone makes me very uneasy.
I am afraid that endless darkness will aggravate your loneliness.
I only hope that my shoulders can carry this sky in the future.
Let every day be your mother's day.
Modern Poetry for Mother 4 I have been thinking about you. ...
I always do something wrong. ...
1 The sunshine in May warms people in the distance.
Who will warm you and stand at the entrance of the village and look out?
The day I left, it was a hot summer day.
You tell me again and again: what is it?
What to do and what not to do.
So, what could be worse than disobeying you?
It makes people more excited. I went against your wishes.
Make you flustered and notice me. invisibility
Sadness and love
I think of you occasionally.
Ever since I wandered around. And then forget
On the way home, people working on the yellow land.
Sleep at night, but you are used to sewing with your arms around you.
Small cotton-padded jacket. Even if the hot summer comes.
Cure insomnia and cover up the scars that will not be revealed.
Whenever I miss home, I bite my arm hard.
Until I got your call
I pretend to be busy, live a full life and have no thoughts.
How many times have you escaped? You come to the final conclusion:
"Among many children, she is the most heartless one!"
You said, I will never miss home. On the day of departure
Mom, my body itches. These mosquitoes are in a foreign land.
Suck my blood. Suck your blood day and night
You conceived me in the womb, and my umbilical cord absorbed your nutrition.
I suck your milk with my mouth that can't say "mom"
I asked you for this and that with my hands, but I couldn't help you.
Thank you, thank you, you will never refuse.
I feed mosquitoes and harm the world. My dearest and kindest person.
Ever since Taigong was burned alive by the fire.
Ever since grandma struggled in the hospital bed, she has never been able to get up.
Since several car accidents: the dead, the lame,
Left an ugly scar. Maybe it was just a false alarm.
At the funeral, I was as cold as other children.
The puffy eyes are in sharp contrast. In the dark,
My grandmother stroked my hair with trembling hands.
I shut myself in a dark room. I'm like
Be free, or be free and cry loudly,
Call you ...
Sad people in a foreign land, spending money, buying a house, career, tired body.
Maintain the blood relationship with hometown, relatives and mother.
7. You said you were old. Before you say anything,
Wrinkles, gray hair and cough are all expressed to you first.
It's like a knife cutting out your heart. I'm starting to hate you.
At an early age, you told fairy tales.
Forgot to tell me the secret of immortality. You said it was over,
It's really over I'm waiting to see your old age.
8. I stand at this intersection again, taking my way from my hometown to here.
Modern Poetry for Mother 5 1,
The night is dark and windy,
She hurried on,
There are three heavy tin cakes hanging on the chest and abdomen.
Like the African wilderness,
There was a low howl,
Have the same dark green eyes.
Have no scruples,
Only great intuition.
Like the prey in your mouth,
All for toddlers? Lions.
Second,
Hold my little hand,
Out of the fog and chaos.
In front is a magnificent hall.
Mother gave me a gentle push.
Tickets are too expensive,
Sell the rice in the bag.
I went in.
Why is the palace in the misty starry sky?
How is the palace a beautiful market in the sky?
Articles displayed in the market,
Are rare in the world!
I can't forget to return,
I don't know when,
Suddenly feel very full.
Wow!
Every grain of rice sold by mother,
Has become a pearl of knowledge,
A diamond that condenses the soul.
Looking back suddenly,
Mother is still outside the hall,
Patched clothes,
Hungry and tired figure.
But my eyes are full of happiness,
As beautiful as a black gem.
Three,
The mother leopard fell to the ground,
A cub arched it with its head,
Its fur,
Trying to help it stand up.
The mother leopard looked up,
Hanging down feebly,
But I haven't closed my eyes yet.
The cubs circled around the mother leopard,
From time to time, I looked up at vilen in the twilight.
Finally gone,
Stop and look back,
Two glittering and translucent green lights flashed.
It smells the lion,
It knows the hounds are approaching.
The long night,
Starlight vilen.
Good and dark mother earth,
The soul that made her mother miserable all her life,
Rest in peace in your broad and warm arms!
Modern Poetry for Mother 6 How many smiles?
How many times have you cried,
Engraved in your heart
Longing for a small seedling to grow into a big tree
Longing for flowers in bud,
The true feelings are revealed in your eyes.
How much wind and rain,
You always dream of hope;
How many years,
You are always waiting for your dream to come true.
Go to Qiu Lai in spring,
Flowers bloom and fall,
Never changed.
Remember that cold winter night,
Thin figure under kerosene lamp,
You have a needle.
Knit a sweater for me.
Remember when you ran to the hospital behind my back,
Silent anxiety and rapid and trembling breathing.
Silently gave me infinite shelter.
Remember your kind face
Watching silently-
I like this winter,
Love this carefully woven home more.
There is a small flower on the hillside.
Its name is carnation.
Blooming in the wind and rain,
Withered in the wind and rain,
Clusters of beautiful and simple lives
Decorated with unforgettable corners.
Dear mother
When another fragrant May comes,
I want to pick a bunch of small red flowers.
Gently put it on your pillow,
Slowly put it in your heart.
Think of your soft white hair,
Thinking of your warning before you left,
Think of a sentence that grew up with me,
It seems to have been encouraging me,
Look at me-
Let me go forward bravely
March to the peak of knowledge!
Modern Poetry for Mother 7 1
Dear mother
Ever since you gave me life
I will bathe in you.
A warm river
But that gloomy day
The source of your life
Abruptly cut off
The boat of my life
Stranded almost at any time
Mom.
someone says that
Life is like a flower.
But the flowers in your life
But it didn't bloom to the extreme.
Mom.
someone says that
Life is like a leaf.
But the green leaves in your life
But I didn't reach into my heart.
Mom.
someone says that
Life is like fruit.
But the fruit of your life.
But not mature enough to be sweet and prosperous.
Mom.
someone says that
Life is like a tree.
But your tree of life
But I'm not tall enough to hesitate.
Mom.
You are a heavy history book.
There are countless mysteries hidden inside.
Mom.
You are a deep and sad song.
Always call me.
Infinite emotion
Infinite sadness
2
Countless lives
The surging Yangtze and Yellow Rivers
Mother of the world
You are the inexhaustible source of the Three Rivers.
Clear and sweet snow water
Increase moisture
Fertile soil and fertile land on both sides of the river
Be pregnant
Branches, leaves, flowers and fruits of splendid civilization
Forever young motherland
You are the love of my life.
You are my constant attachment.
The modern poem 8 for my mother is that you brought me into this world and became a member of this family happily.
When we learn to walk, we have your arms, so that we can bravely stride forward.
When I was learning English, you made me understand the beauty of this world.
It was you who put my hand in your warm arms when the earth froze and the weather was cold.
When the heat is unbearable, you send towels and herbal tea to your son.
When it rains, you hold up an umbrella for me and tell me that there is no difficulty around you.
There is your figure in the morning ploughing and dusk valley, sewing clothes for children under the lamp.
When the lights are dim, the food is fragrant and enjoying the warmth of my mother.
When children are sleeping and studying, there will always be your tireless company.
I look forward to every day in my dream. Tomorrow, tomorrow, forward, forward.
The scar on your stomach is your son's starting line, and you will never get what you want.
On the way to exams, I always have confidence in you.
The advice on the phone made my son too happy to speak.
How much effort and sleepless nights did you pay when I was playing?
If I were a ship, you would be my lighthouse and harbor.
Your weak body is as quiet as smoke and as heavy as Haine.
A loving mother is in front of you, and a son is not afraid of difficulties.
Your goodness is like a stream flowing to the mountain, always running by my side.
You and we are in the same sky, always with me.
The annual rings blow away the white spots on the temples, and the years record your every day.
May the fragrance and sweetness of life haunt you and wish you health and longevity forever.
May your silvery laughter erase the traces of time and fill your brow.
May I rub all my blessings into your heart, because I am no longer a lonely goose.
Only mother's arms are the warmest, and only mother's harbor is the safest.
Let me snuggle up in your warm arms, forever, forever, forever.