Mother's Day English Poetry 1
What rules the world?
What rules the world?-William Russ Wallace. ( 18 19? 188 1)
They say that human beings are powerful,
It is said that manpower is infinite.
He ruled the land and the sea;
Dominate the landing site and the ocean
He waved a powerful scepter.
Exercise supreme kingship
o？ Uh, less power;
Dominate the weak creatures.
But a more powerful force,
However, there are more powerful forces.
Man fell from his throne,
Pull a person off the throne.
A cradle-shaking hand
It is those hands that gently push the cradle.
Is the hand that rules the world.
Dominate the whole world
Mother's Day English Poetry II
Precious memory
Precious memory, invisible angel
From somewhere to my soul.
How they wander, always close to me.
The sacred scene unfolded.
Precious memories,
Deep down in my heart,
From an invisible angel,
They wander around me,
So close,
Slowly spread out the wandering past.
Precious memories, how can they linger?
How do they drown my soul
In the silence of midnight
Precious and sacred scenes are displayed.
Precious memories,
So touching,
Like a flood,
It overflows in the depths of my soul.
A scene from the past,
Precious and sacred,
Open in this silent night.
Dear father, loving mother
Flying through lonely years
And old photos of my childhood.
Appear in a beautiful memory.
Dear father,
Good mother,
Flying through the lonely years.
The scenery of my hometown in my childhood
Reproduce in kind memories.
In the silence of midnight
I hear echoes from the past.
Singing in the old days brought joy.
From somewhere lovely.
In the quiet of midnight,
I heard the echo of the past,
old song
Send warmth from that lovely place.
I remember my mother praying.
Father also knelt on the ground.
The sun is sinking and the shadows are falling.
But their prayers are still with me.
I remember my kneeling mother praying,
So is my father,
The sun is setting,
Landing in the dark,
But their prayers are always with me.
When I walk on the road of life
I don't know what the future holds.
When I think, hope is getting closer and closer.
Precious memories fill my soul.
When I trudged on the road of life,
I want to know what the coming years will bring me;
When I meditate,
Know how to cherish,
Precious memories are like floods.
It overflows in the depths of my soul.
Mother's Day English Poetry III
homesickness
When I was a child,
When I was a child,
Nostalgia seems to be a small stamp:
Homesickness is a small stamp,
I am here
I'm at this end,
What about there? My mother. ?
Mom is over there.
Then when I grew up,
When I grow up,
Nostalgia has become a travel ticket;
Homesickness is a narrow ticket,
I am here
I'm at this end,
What about there? My bride. ?
The bride is over there.
In the following years,
We'll talk later!
Nostalgia becomes a graveyard:
Homesickness is a short grave,
I am here
I'm outside,
What about over there? My mother. ?
Mom's inside.
Now, at present,
now
Nostalgia has gradually become a channel:
Homesickness is a shallow strait,
I am here
I'm at this end,
What about over there? My continent! ?
The mainland is over there