What are mother's poems?

Stars written by Bing Xin

Mother,

The wind and rain in the sky are coming;

The bird hides in its nest;

The storm in my heart came,

I hid in my mother's arms.

the corn is ripe. Mother

ants climb over every corn

-it's mother's finger

corn yellow becomes a poem

mother is a poet who sings bitterly

the season of reincarnation

the product of blood and sweat

the price is as high as the lifeline

the years and appearance

the scenery outside the mountains is not engraved

mother is silent <

I mostly think about my mother

My mother is the best crop in the field

To be exact, it is a pear tree

The days after my father left

Family ties withered in the stubble

Strange weeds deserted my home

Sleeping in the rainy season

My mother stood stubbornly in the garden

Her feet plunged deeply.

Time carves the annual rings

Autumn wind and walk on by

Choke away my mother's life

I'm used to wandering around. Wandering

Every time I come home, I

tell my mother about some people and things in the distance

She always listens so carefully

She can't bear to interrupt my words

At this time, my eyes are always full of tears

To my mother

Shake her light fingers in summer

Open your beautiful festival

The pride of a woman is fleeting. Sea, Ripple slowly

You make me believe that

life is light and spring is fragrant

the sun and the moon bend gently in accordance with the Qionglou

Happy Zhu Yan looks at the midnight

Happy and low eyebrows

My mother told me

Don't forget to smile

But we sigh

The nothingness of seventeen-year-old love

We sigh

Being caught up in it. Our

fairy tales that are constantly being written

autumn fairy tales

are in my mother's heart

No matter how good the moonlight is, it will inevitably bring some sadness

Our purity

is just an account book of memories

I am glad that I can freeze my thoughts with words that my mother can't understand

and then

let go

feel the life my mother gave me. That face

tried to change back the space I missed

but I was

just wandering at the tip of love

Now

I have learned to narrow the distance with my thoughts

Create motivation with my heart

Today's wish

is to let my mother's beautiful eyes

unfold the happiest smile in a thousand years

. P > Mother

When it is cold, I think of my mother

My mother is not afraid of cold

My children are cold

Winter is coming

My mother is wearing thin clothes

Sewing warm cotton-padded clothes for her children

My mother's hands are red

My mother's lips are purple

My mother. My children

never understood

when I was a child.

Now I

have grown up.

Only then do I know that

my mother is really not afraid of cold.

I am afraid that my children

are writing to my mother.

Who

who

will make your hair

white as frost. On the way, your tears

began to flow quietly

My long-distance footsteps

I traveled all over the world

My heart

I will always be by your side

Mother

Your tears are my sadness

Your smile is my comfort

Your love. It's you who can't leave behind.

You are my eternal attachment in my heart.

Mother-you are the hometown of my life. Mother

The depth of the night

pours in endlessly

Drowning the noise of youth

The bright moon

smearing the quiet earth

complaining about the guests' dreams

but somewhat soft and pleasant

catching the shadow of the tree in the moonlight

but first getting mottled drunkenness < Thick dust

falls back to the farm where there are mothers and children

Mother's joyful smile

blooms with kindness and joy

That's because the wanderer from a distant place

returns

Mother's joyful kindness and smile

gradually spreads

in the air

and becomes the bright moon

that fills the world. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, the North and the South always cared.

2, "Arriving at Home at the End of the Year" Qing Jiang Shiquan

He loves his son endlessly and is happy to be home. Cold clothes are needlework, but home letters are ink-stained.

I feel pity and thin when I meet you, and I ask you questions. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.

3, "Mother's Love" Yuan Yang Weizhen

Mother's love, love chicks, Zhao Jia Guangyi is the Crown Prince.

The gait of a dragon and a tiger is changing day by day, and the dog's tendency to follow the eagle is changing day by day.

Isn't there a six-foot orphan under the knee? Ah Zhao and Amy are not born.

at night, the ghost's static light is blurred, and the heavy snow leaks more than four drums.

If a hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, why should an orphan and widowed wife call?

it's Han Wangjin's cabinet book that pokes a silver axe in front of the bed.

4. "The Picture of Mo Xuan" Yuan Wang Mian

Colorful Hemerocallis, Luosheng North Hall.

the south wind blows on his heart, so who does it throw up for?

a loving mother is attached to the door, but a wanderer has a hard time walking.

if you are willing to ask questions, you will be reluctant.

Look up at Yunlin, ashamed to listen to the birds.

5, "Short Songs" Tang Wangjian

Born, the day begins. It is late to go up the mountain and ill to go down the mountain. Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years,

half a day will be better at night. If you have songs and dances, you must be early. Yesterday is better than today.

people think it's good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women make people old. Short songs, no music.

Seeing Mother Home

I'm trapped in a Chu prison because I stop and look around.

Sentiment starts from it, and sad tears are stuck in the throat.

the loving mother is seriously ill and wants to vote for a famous doctor.

it's urgent to pick up the bus today, but I can't stay!

if a mother's love is unrequited, what more can life ask for!