Poems praising mother 1 I remember you were particularly nagging.
When watching TV
You always say stay away, stay away.
At dinner, you always say
Eat more. Eat more.
When you walk, you always say
Be careful, be careful.
When you go to the playground, you always say
Run slowly, run slowly.
In fact, I know that your love is hidden in these words.
So, mom, you should be happy, be happy and love yourself more.
You are the best person in my heart.
You are not afraid of power failure, thunder, green meat worm.
Never cry when you fall.
Everything can be done well.
Especially good at cooking delicious meals.
But grandma said
You were all thumbs.
You cry when you fall.
It's okay. I will protect you.
You grow up with me, and I will protect you until you are old.
Mom, you don't look like mom on TV.
There are too many things you can't do.
Your words and deeds are different.
You told me to go to bed early and get up early, but I was busy late.
You make me independent, but you help me do this and that.
But there's one thing you do best.
That is to be my mother.
Love you, Mom.
Mom, I haven't been your child for long.
I suddenly grew up.
Mom, you have been my mother for a long time.
You have been my mother all your life.
So don't forget to love yourself when you love me
Every child is a seed.
Only the flowering period is different.
Some flowers bloom brilliantly from the beginning.
Some flowers need a long wait.
Maybe I kept you waiting too long.
Always let you see other people's flowers bloom
But your seeds will never blossom.
Because I seem to be a tree
The four seasons can shelter you from the wind and rain.
Bathing in the sun, watching the snow, watching the moon and looking up at the stars with you.
Because I know you take good care of me when I grow up.
How lucky I am to meet my favorite mother.
Poem 2 praising mother now
My son is still like a speck of dust
Wandering around the world
Busy for work and life
Turn around and throw yourself into the room
frequently
My mother's image will appear in my mind.
Childhood memory
Warm and happy
Your milk and arms
It is the warmest harbor in my childhood.
Slowly
I learned to walk.
Gradually
I called "Mom"
Young I
Ignorant and reckless
And some rebellion
You took advantage of your mother's tenderness and delicacy.
Solve the confusion on my growth path.
Let me experience controllable labor pains
Get out of the haze of flower season and rainy season
Into the arms of youth.
Like a young eagle
Always against the sky.
Young I
Take a shy step
Out of the house of attachment
Please help me pack my backpack for a long trip.
tell me
The outside world is wonderful.
Believe that I will strive for a better future.
The moment I turned and left.
Feel clearly
Tears you don't give up.
In the outside world
There will always be a lot of helplessness
I trust you.
A letter from the beginning
Later, one phone call after another.
You are like a bright light.
On the other side of the world.
Give me confidence and hope for progress.
mother
Mother's Day is here.
I can't visit you in my hometown.
I hope you live a happy life.
Now my son has grown a lot.
But it always makes you feel uneasy
I know
That's because ... ...
Children walk Wan Li Road, carefree.
No matter where his son goes, his mother's thoughts will follow him.
The baby is in the mother's heart
Always a child who doesn't grow up.
Praise the mother's poem 3 and all the mothers' festivals in the world.
Look at the mother-child or mother-daughter photos in the WeChat circle of friends.
My heart is astringent.
Now there are only memories and aftertaste.
The deep happiness when you snuggle up to your mother.
Remember when I was young.
Like a dress in the market.
Mother carefully wrote down the styles and bought similar fabrics.
Mend my sister and me.
Watch us dance happily.
You're smiling happily.
When I walked out of the campus
You told me at work.
Work hard and obey the leadership arrangement.
When I put on my army green overalls
When I stand in front of you as a hero
I see your proud eyes.
When I got married,
You told me to respect my in-laws.
Mutual tolerance and understanding with your lover.
When I have a daughter
You are wearing reading glasses to repair the love of the next generation.
Ruthless disease
Took her reluctant mother.
Since then, I think
I am a homeless child.
Often in the silent night, tears will flow down forever.
Time flies. Time flies.
Miss my mother
Like continuous water
Immerse yourself in your heart all the time.
Mom is gone.
But maternal love is always in my life.
Today is Mother's Day
I bought a new dress for my mother-in-law
I think you will be very happy.
Because you told me that my mother-in-law is also a mother.
I should be happy.
Really?
Poems praising mother, April breeze.
The scent of peaches and plums.
We are following the footsteps of spring.
Ushered in the 20xx Mother's Day.
Grateful to mother
She is like a sunrise in winter.
Bring me warmth.
Grateful to mother
She is like a star in the night sky.
Guide me forward
Grateful to mother
She is like a soft and silent spring rain.
Moisten my heart
Grateful to mother
Grow up with me all the way
Grateful to mother
Ordinary but great
Praise for Mother's Poems 5 It's Mother's Day again, a very ordinary day, but it's unusual because of your presence.
The expression of feelings is very cliche, gratitude, thanks, happy holidays ... countless praises fall like snowflakes.
Many articles are full of gorgeous words, but this feeling is still beyond the words.
Thirty-four years, not to mention the vicissitudes of life, the situation has changed color.
But it is enough for people to grow up from birth, from young to old, from young to old.
It's like traveling through time and space, and in a flash, I'm old.
Gray hair, bent back and wrinkled face.
But I know that all this is not illusory, and most of the memories of 34 years are still clear.
I still remember the first time I went to kindergarten, I cried because you left.
Remember, every time I come home from primary school, I can have a delicious meal.
I still remember the sound of you getting up at four o'clock every morning to cook for me when I was in junior high school.
I still remember the milk you gave me gently on the table during the college entrance examination.
Remember to go home every year to see your white hair.
One year, two years, five years, ten years, thirty years.
I graduated from kindergarten, primary school, junior high school, high school and university. ...
Be born, grow up, work and get married. ...
Time is like water, time flies like an arrow, making people unable to tell the truth from the false.
In front of you, your hair is gray and your eyes are wrinkled.
Time can take everything away, but it will still leave evidence.
You in the photo, young and beautiful, youthful and touching, smiling.
Holding a baby in her arms, with infinite hope and passion in her eyes.
You watched me walk through the innocence of children, the innocence of teenagers and the understanding of teenagers.
What remains unchanged in my eyes is kindness and gentleness.
You said you would worship Buddha and burn incense for us on the fifteenth day of the first month, and bless our safety and health.
You said you should take good care of yourself at home, let us work in peace outside, and don't worry about us.
You said you understood our hard work, so you told us to take a rest every day.
You said that as long as we call home more, you will be satisfied.
As the song goes, we don't ask our children to make much contribution, we just want to be safe.
My wife sent me a photo of you and your daughter. You're in the picture.
Holding my granddaughter, I smiled happily, but I could still see it.
You have a little more white hair on your head.
I wiped my tears, but I couldn't stop.
Praise the mother's poem 6 "Oh, my illiterate mother"
All the days of pain and helplessness
Say goodbye to us in a distant place.
Nobody wants to open that thick window.
No one wants to recall the ground covered with dirty water.
Ah, illiterate mother
You use lotus leaf-like love
Take out your only fragrance.
Only for children.
A mother who can't read all her life.
You use the bitter sweat on your forehead
In exchange for the vast sea of children.
I hope we don't look at that sad land again.
It is warm to water a happy home with love.
The world is perfect with your sweat.
These 23 words have been with me for 23 years.
I think I will understand its connotation in the future.
Countless times when I left school.
At the door, by the long road.
This is your sincere words.
Wandering in a foreign land, I have a lot of thoughts.
Psalm 7 praising mother is 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?
Poem in praise of mother 8 Pick a bunch of beautiful flowers.
Dedicated to your grave.
Let me bend my body and mind
Address you respectfully
Four years after my mother died.
Walking into your old house for the first time.
Your son
Whisper to me
About your life.
Pictures hanging in the hall
Smile and look at me.
I believed it at that moment.
Marriage was predestined in previous lives.
In this life, our mother-in-law and daughter-in-law
Never spent a day together.
Even for an hour.
But mom,
I've always felt this way
Your kind eyes
Our lives
Always thought
This is between you and me.
Give it to your favorite child
Endless love
Although you are not here now.
But I can feel your fragrance.
It was washed white and neatly folded.
Uniformity of sewing
Teach us how to keep the house.
How to be a man
You have been ill for six years.
I don't know.
What belief supports you?
Until your son and my husband graduated from college.
Early morning on the day of work
Looking at the back of his new job.
You won't shut it down.
The eyes you care about
mother
I am very kind to you.
Choke with sobs
You let me know.
What is the greatest mother in the world?
Present a bouquet of carnations in full bloom.
It means I miss you.
Please let me address you kindly.
-Mom
mother
I want to put your love
Teach and inherit
Poem in praise of mother 9 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.
Poems praising mother 10 mother, mother.
You have cocoons on your hands.
This is the price for our family.
You can see how great you are.
Mom, mom
Your young cheeks
As time goes by
ruckle
It is you who have devoted precious youth to us.
When I was young,
Lying in the arms of a reassuring mother
Enjoy the happiness of childhood.
A mother's arms are like a safe haven.
Bring us warmth
Like the warm sun in winter.
Motherly love lets us overcome everything.
Even if you encounter any difficulties or problems that cannot be solved.
She can take us to the road.
She's like
oasis in the desert
The bright moon in the dark
The fountain of life and
The warm sun in winter
mother
I believe this word is not strange to us.
But how many people can really understand?
Famous dishes in restaurants all over the world,
Not as delicious as mom's home cooking.
No matter how delicious the drink is.
It's no better than mom's own brew.
Classic admonition
Not as serious as my mother's nagging
Everything in the world.
Not as good as mom.
Because mothers are unique.
Motherly love is like an endless sea.
Can accommodate the shouts of many people.
Can contain everything in the world.
Pay silently for us, no regrets.
Motherly love is also like a broad green plain.
There is a place to plant a flower, a grass and a tree.
These flowers and trees are like mothers' children.
They have always been proud of us.
These people stick to their beliefs and never stop.
Not even for a second.
mother
A unique mother
We will all follow your example.
Respect you
We will always love you.
Poems praising mother 1 1 There is a kind of love.
Always trying to hook up with me,
Avoid the winter, avoid the winter.
There is a kind of love,
Always trying to accommodate me,
Happy and carefree, happy and carefree!
She grew up with me,
Always together, always together.
She sent me a ferry thousands of miles away,
Still worried, still worried!
I can't get out,
Her affectionate eyes.
I never participated,
The ocean she touched.
In the crystallization of my tears,
Always fluttering her figure.
In the cold winter of my life,
Warm because of her!
A poem praising mother 12 Mother is like a bright lamp in the night.
When I got lost,
She will guide me to the light.
Mother is like the bright moon on an autumn night.
When I'm lonely and helpless,
She will accompany me and give me confidence.
My mother is always busy for me,
Work hard, no regrets,
On the annual Mother's Day
I want to say, thank you mom!
Poems praising mother 13 Thinking of you,
On a rainy afternoon,
The birds are hiding,
You pick me up at the school gate with an umbrella.
Meet me outside and go home for dinner.
Always watching me go to work from the fifth floor window,
Until I disappear at the end of the road,
You start a new day and wait for me to come back.
At that time, home was mom, and mom was home!
Did I accompany you to see a doctor?
Have I ever cooked for you?
Your son only hugged you once,
In front of the window of your new house,
The moon was very big that day,
Memories drift away.
The proudest son in your eyes,
Actually walking on the edge of life!
Speaking of your future grandson,
Your eyes are so bright and eager,
Taking her to school is your best dream,
I rubbed my red eyes,
Neither you nor dad have met,
My daughter's beautiful croissant braid.
It was sunny that morning,
I left your bag at home, jiaozi.
Our family had the last dinner,
Before I say goodbye,
You started your last morning exercise.
Life is very tiring, you have a rest,
An evil car,
Smashed a dream of peaceful reunion.
mother
You are a model of traditional mother in China.
Hard work, dedication and dedication are the themes of life.
But I didn't see autumn and harvest,
Miss quickly disappeared from others' eyes,
As dust returns to the earth, as leaves fall in autumn.
The world is still beautiful and ugly,
And I have endless thoughts and regrets!
Mom,
I haven't called this beautiful word for a long time,
I have white hair and can walk alone at night.
The girl has already called her uncle,
Children without mothers always grow up slowly,
You never admit defeat in your life,
When I think of you, I will lift my stubborn face full of tears.
If there is an afterlife,
I'm still the child you spoiled,
Let you put a red scarf on me,
Listen to you read me a story.
The town is always so quiet, I play by your side,
The car bell is ringing. Let's go out and take Dad home!
Poems praising mother 14 Pick a bunch of the brightest roses,
With all my dear words to my mother,
Mom said I was stupid,
Roses are flowers that symbolize love.
I don't know,
It is also a flower that the child wants to give to his mother.
I haven't heard my mother tell jokes about my childhood for a long time.
I regret it,
Listen, if you fall asleep.
Mom said, silly boy,
A mother can never finish what she has to say to her children.
Is to sleep in the grave,
You are also my eternal concern.
Leaving mom's earthen house in her hometown,
Hanging a face of vicissitudes,
Look into the distance.
A poem praising mother 15 days is like walking on a road with frequent storms.
Mother is at the front.
Send some umbrellas to protect the children from the wind and rain to their mothers.
Mom pushed it to me again.
Ah, the child under the umbrella,
Mother outside the umbrella,
Rain is no longer rain,
It was a tear of happiness that God sent to the world.
Mom, thank you very much.
The human body can leave,
People don't leave,
Just as we will never forget our ancestors,
Forget about mother.
Mother is the quilt on her body,
She will feel cold without it.
Mother is the salt in the dish,
Life is tasteless without her.
Mother must have her pain.
The pain of wandering,
It often hangs on her face,
Watching the children's laughter intertwined.