Poetry praising maternal love modern poetry

1. Poems praising mother include: Dayan River-My Nanny by Ai Qing, Mother of Paper Delivery Boat by Bing Xin, Motherly Love by Shu Ting, etc. Second, the full text 1 "Dayan River-My Nanny" (modern Ai Qing) Dayan River is my nanny. Her name is the name of the village where she was born She is a child bride, Dayanhe, my nanny. I am the son of the landlord; Also grew up eating the milk of Dayanhe's son Dayanhe. Dayanhe raised me in her family. I was raised by your milk. Dayanhe, my nanny. Dayan River, I saw the snow today, which reminds me of you: your grassy grave under the pressure of snow, the dead Wafi under the eaves of your closed former residence, your garden pawned by a square foot, the mossy stone chair in front of your door, Dayan River, I saw the snow today, which reminds me of you. You hold me in your arms with your big palm and touch me; After you set up the stove, after you took off the charcoal ash from the apron, after you tasted the rice and cooked it, after you put the black sauce bowl on the black table, after you mended the clothes cut by thorns on the hillside of your sons, after you wrapped the hands of the children cut by wooden knives, after you strangled the lice on their shirts one by one, after you picked up the first egg today. I am the landlord's son. After I finished eating all the milk in Dayan River, my parents took me home. Ah, Dayanhe, why are you crying? I'm a new guest at my parents' house! I touched the furniture carved with red paint. I touched the golden pattern on my parents' bed. I just looked at the plaque I didn't recognize on the eaves. I touched the silk and shell buttons of the newly changed clothes. I looked at my unfamiliar sister in my mother's arms. I sat on a painted kang stool with a brazier. I ate three times of ground rice. I was so embarrassed. Because of me, I became a new guest at my parents' house. Dayanhe, in order to make a living, after she sucked the milk dry, she began to work with her arms around me; She smiled and washed our clothes. She took the basket to the frozen pond on the edge of the village. She smiled and cut the radish with ice. She was smiling with a pig's grain in her hand. She smiled and fanned the fire in the saucepan. With a smile on her back, she went to the square to bask in those soybeans and wheat and study the river to make a living. Wild goose river, deeply in love with her baby; On New Year's Day, for him, I was busy cutting the sugar of winter rice. For him, I often go to her home near her village quietly. For him, I went to her and called "Mom", Dayan River, and posted his red, green and Guan Yunchang on the wall next to the stove. Dayanhe will boast and praise her breasts to her neighbors. Dayanhe once had a dream that she couldn't tell anyone: in the dream, she was eating the baby's wedding wine, sitting in a splendid ceremony, and her beautiful daughter-in-law affectionately called her "mother-in-law" ... Dayan and her baby who loved her deeply! Dayan and died before her dream woke up. When she died, her breasts were not with her. When she died, her husband, who usually beat and scolded her, also shed tears for her. All five sons cried sadly. When she died, she whispered the name on her chest, Dayanhe, who was already dead. When she died, her breasts were not with her. Dayanhe, tears streaming down her face! With the bullying of more than 40 years' lives, with the misery of countless slaves, with a four-dollar coffin and several bundles of straw, with a few feet of land for burying the coffin, and the ashes of paper money in one hand, she left with tears in her eyes. What Dayan didn't know was that her drunken husband died, her eldest son became a bandit, her second child died in the smoke of gunfire, and her third child, fourth child and fifth child lived in the scolding of the master and landlord. And I, I'm writing a spell for this unfair world. When I returned to my native land after a long wandering, when my brothers and I met on the hillside and in the fields, I was closer than I was six or seven years ago! This, this is for you, sleeping quietly and things you don't know! Wild Goose River, today, your breasts are in prison, writing a hymn for you, offering you a purple soul under the loess, an outstretched hand that hugs me, a kiss on my lips, a black and tender face, a * * * that raised me for you, for your sons, my brothers, and for everything on earth. Dayanhe, I grew up eating your milk. Your son, I respect you! Love You! Second, "Paper Boat-Sending Mother" (modern Bing Xin) I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper. I always keep it, keep it, fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea from the boat. Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I still don't give up and fold every day. I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go. Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home. Third, "Motherly Love" (Modern Shuting) Motherly love is like the wind in spring. She blew gently and the earth turned green. Motherly love is a cloud in the sky, which always lets the hot sun pass through her body, bringing gratifying changes of rain and peace to the earth. Motherly love is the sunshine after the rain, always letting the washed earth lie in her arms, and writing colorful life dreams in the high sky. Famous sayings about maternal love 1. Motherly love will never dry up. This shows that maternal love is very great and will always be with us. (Jason Chung of Gonchard) 2. Losing a loving mother is like putting a flower in a bottle. Although there is still color and fragrance, it has lost its roots. I think this sentence shows that loving mother is as important to a person as roots are to flowers. (Lao She's Home) Third, all the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. (Gorky's On Earth) Fourth, maternal love is a huge flame. (John Christophe by romain rolland) 5. There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the mother's call. (Dante's Divine Comedy) 6. A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child not be sweet when sleeping in it? (Hugo "Jiu San") 7. The sweetest word a person's lips can utter is mom, and the best call is "mom". (Happiness in Ji Bolun) 8. When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is a partner in failure. (Haiyan by Zheng Zhenduo) Baidu Encyclopedia-Motherly Love (Chinese vocabulary) Baidu Encyclopedia-Paper Boat-Sending Mother Baidu Encyclopedia-Dayan and-My Nanny These are modern and eternal mothers. When I first opened my newborn eyes, the first thing I saw was my mother's extremely holy and loving eyes and tears of joy. Staring at you carefully, your ignorant heart beats instinctively, but you can't express your affection. It's just that dancing around makes you anxious-you can't help crying loudly. After many days and nights of cultivation, you finally sit up straight. Your little body will never wait after adjusting its EQ and IQ. I shouted out the most precious first voice in my life-mom, which is the most touching original meaning. No matter how many languages are floating in the world, only this sound is absolutely the same, and there is no music. Nothing is more touching than this poem. Motherly love is like the wind in spring. Motherly love will be green when she gently blows across the earth. Motherly love is a cloud in the sky. It always lets the burning sun pass through her body first, calling for wind and rain to the earth. Peaceful maternal love is the glow after the rain, always letting the washed earth lie in her arms, and writing colorful life dreams in the high sky. Mother is as humble as moss, as solemn as dawn, as soft as the voice of Jiangnan, as hard as the cold jade of a thousand years. When she looked up, she was a bright moon. When she was the first to hang her head, "paper boat"? Bing Xin, I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper. I always keep it, keep it, fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea. Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I still don't give up and fold every day. I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go. Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home. Second, "Motherly Love" Shu Ting's maternal love is like a spring breeze. She blew gently and the earth turned green. A mother's love is a cloud in the sky, always letting the hot sun pass through her body first, bringing peace to the earth and getting rain. Motherly love is the sunshine after the rain, always letting the washed earth lie in her arms, and writing colorful life dreams in the high sky. Third, "mother"? Love? My mother is as humble as moss, as solemn as the morning light, as soft as the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River, as hard as the cold jade of the Millennium. When I looked up, she was a vast land. Your greatness condenses my flesh and blood, and your greatness shapes my soul. Your life is a journey of love. You weave a calendar with beautiful rings that smell of ink. Every year, I spend my time in your affection and play on your shoulders and knees. You are a big tree. Spring depends on you, dreaming of summer. The sky depends on you to prosper, the autumn depends on you to mature, and the winter depends on you to meditate on your tall and broad canopy, so that the fields will never be barren. Mom, you gave me life. You are the land that raised me. When I am sad, you are my comfort. When I am depressed, you are my hope. When I am weak, you are the shelter from the wind and rain in your little harbor. You have broadened my horizons. You are my best friend forever. You are the driving force of life. You bend over to protect you with love and care. You are full of wisdom. Strong energy, strong smile, your boiling blood, let me immerse myself in your joy, let me enjoy your warmth, let me indulge in your arms, let me snuggle up in your arms, with faint poems, faint poems, continuous love, deep affection and profound meaning. If my mother is rain, then I am a rainbow after the rain. If my mother is the moon, then I am the star holding the moon. My mother is the root of my growth. I am my mother's ideal. If I grow up, my mother's black hair is like frost on a maple leaf, but the stars are shining silver. I deeply kissed the traces of those years and held my heart for you. May fragrance and fragrance haunt your life. May my laughter fill your brow like a bell. May all my blessings rub into your heart. A green leaf is full of its friendship with the root. An ode condensed my love for you. Let the flowers in your heart bloom like clouds and let the fragrance accompany you through the long years. "To Mother" Haizi has beautiful wind and beautiful fruit. Xiao Feng is beautiful and natural. Beautiful water, beautiful water, no one cares about your beautiful moment. Poverty under the cover of your shabby door is beautiful. The wind blows all over the grassland. The horse's bones are green. The lips of creatures in spring are blue. Mother covered rocks with her body, and covered bones and wine glasses with the piano sound of wild flowers. Mother Yun is old, let's go to rest, and her white hair hangs down. A quiet son lies on the hillside, just like the water flowing quietly in the sky. My sisters who sang clouds and rain proposed beautifully. I know my poems praising couples are useless. I sing clouds. I know that I will eventually be happy and meet all the holy people in heaven. Snow mother is sitting on a low stool in her hometown, thinking that my low stool is like my snow house. I want to see your mother tomorrow morning. Mom, you face the barn and step on the dusk. I know you're getting older. Language and Jing language are always like mom's words. On the banks of the river, on both sides of the river of experience, and on both sides of the river of present image, flowers are like the listening ears and poems of a soft wife. Listening to the waterfall of suffering in the distance. 5. "Mom" Shu Ting, your pale fingertips care for my sideburns. I can't help holding on to your skirt as I did when I was a child. Mother, in order to keep your fading figure, although the dawn has cut the dream into wisps of smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time. I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth. Isn't the running water of mother's years just as ruthless, afraid of fading memories? How dare I open its screen easily? I once cried to you about a thorn, but now I'm wearing a crown of thorns. I dare not say a word * * * Oh, mom Liu Xue 86, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if I call to penetrate the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this. Although I wrote many songs for flowers, the sea and the dawn, my sweet and gentle memories are not torrent. That's not a waterfall, it's a dry well that can't sing among flowers and trees. Mother is the first teacher in life and the benefactor who gave birth to us and raised us. We can't repay her with anything, we can only give her heartfelt praise. No matter ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, there are countless poems and articles praising mothers. Many literati are also dutiful sons, who send their warmest wishes to their mothers with poems. There are many praises for mothers in modern poetry. It can be said that mother and maternal love are an eternal topic. Many modern poets, such as Bing Xin, Shu Ting and Goethe, are good at writing hymns for their mothers. Their praise for their mother is from the heart and truly praises all the mothers in the world. When I was a child, I heard that the moon is like my mother, the stars in the sky are all her children, and the stars are like many brothers and sisters, loving each other in a big family. My mother was speechless when she traveled for the first time after growing up. You sewed the clothes with your own hands, and even your selfless heart like the moon and all your love were put into my bag. In that starry dream, how many times did you cover the quilt that fell on one side for me, and the tears I missed knocked on the road under my feet. Every tear is a poem praising mother. Motherly love is a blood connection and a blessing for children. Motherly love is like the wind in spring. Motherly love is green, when she gently blows across the earth. It is a cloud in the sky, always letting the scorching sun pass her body first, a peaceful maternal love, always letting the washed earth lie in her arms, and writing colorful life dreams for her poetic mother in the high sky. I wanted to write a poem for you a long time ago, but I didn't write my mother well many times. I don't know how to start this poem for you, how to end it or what to write, just like when I was a child, I didn't know whether to accept it bravely or choose to escape from my mother. I thought of you again tonight, and I decided to write a poem for you, even if it is not well written, even if you can never read it in your hometown ... Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, no! This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wan Shui Qian Shan, ask him to take her love and sorrow home. Antique, mother's ballad Hu Naivety is a flower, plain clothes is clean and flawless. The red line ties the couple and pays photogenic visits to her husband's house. Reserved, virtuous, good neighborhood relations. Ten people look at it and ten people like it. For example, living in Qi Mei, respecting and caring for each other. The fairy fell to the ground and kept raising the baby for a while. Mother's blood dripping moistens hope, but wiping excrement does not disturb urine. Winter stoves and summer palm fans always take care of them. When I ran to the hospital sick, I was impatient and couldn't let go. Carefully sew the clothes with needle and thread and clean them with water. The cold dew in the morning and the dusk in the evening have been tenacious for several years. Take pleasure in suffering and have no regrets for your family. Xia Chengyang Jiao does farm work. In winter, he spins cotton yarn in a daze. Day after day, year after year, coward Yanzi has grown up. Staggering figure, green hair. The cold door leans on the porch and is colorless, and a touch of sadness caresses the cheeks. The hospital is cold, and the six gods are in poor shape. Who will take care of mom when the big house is guarded by one person?