Modern Poetry for Mothers

It seems that life and death are but a moment

A moment in time

Walking in the fresh green with the raindrops

The air smells good after the storm

I really want to cry this holiday season

Love is a simple passion

No need for flowery words to be true

No need to be eloquent to be truthful

Time will make you see and understand.

A beam of light in the corner of the shadow of time

Ink and incense, the Zen feeling of the afterglow

Building a palace for the soul

A quiet joy

When the world has gone to sleep

I want to tell my mother

I have loved someone

Maybe it was just the marching song of a man.

Laugh at yourself

Cry at your mother's grave

Happy Mother's Day to all mothers in the world

Two People

There are always those two people,

who fight for the hunchback for their whole life,

even though it is very tiring,

But it's worth it.

There are always those two people,

who spend their lives working for our sustenance,

even though at times,

they are hungry

There are always those two people,

who spend their lives working selflessly for us,

even though they may not be able to do it for themselves,

but it's worth the try.

Well, then two people,

are the ones who love us the most,

the ones who are closest to us,

our father and mother.

There is a kind of love

There is a kind of love,

even if you are still in the womb,

it is able to,

deep love you,

There is a kind of love,

no need to gorgeous expression,

you always believe that it is true love,

you always believe that it is true love.

There is a kind of love,

that has no racial color,

and its light,

shines in and out of the universe,

A mother's love,

from the very first time you were fed with milk,

you are bound to,

never forget it,

a mother's love.

Plain as a cabbage,

its charm,

lies in the depth of love.

A mother's love,

even though it is gone,

you still,

feel its presence.

Mother's love

Mother's love is always sincere and unchanging,

Mother's love doesn't need to be packaged in gorgeous words,

Mother's love shines with the most peaceful luster,

Mother's love is to be angry and to release the previous suspicion,

Mother's love is like a blazing fire in winter,

Mother's love is like a fire in summer,

Mother's love is like a fire in winter,

Mother's love is a fire in summer.

Mother's love melts into too much love and trust,

Mother's love is heavy and considerate to accompany each other forever,

Mother's love needs to be a harmonious fulcrum for the child.

Mother

Mother

The storm in the sky came

The bird hid in his nest

The storm in my heart came

I only hid in your arms

You are a red candle

I am a gray

You burn silently

You release your light

You illuminate me

You are a clear spring

I am a green seedling

You gush into my heart

You fill me with the sweet juice of the spring

You nourish me

You are the sun in the morning

You are the sun in the morning

You are the sun in the morning

You are the sun in the morning

You are the sun in the morning

You are the sun in the morning

You are the sun in the sky

I am a grass that has just sprouted

Your soft light shines on me

and makes me full of life

You warm me

You are the blue sea

I am a small, milky fish

You have a big heart and strong arms

I am safe and sound in your arms

I am safe in your arms

I am safe in your arms

I am safe in your arms.

You took good care of me

You were my mentor and friend

You taught me countless things

You came into my world

To know me

To talk to me

How many times have you forgiven me

Encouraged me

And thus you made me have

A golden house, a rocking house, and a beautiful home

You made me have a beautiful home

A golden house, a rocking house, a rocking house, a rocking house.

A golden house, a money tree, a golden key to knowledge

And a step back from the world?

Age

Years climbed on your forehead,

Time sailed over my shoulders,

In the morning light, you bloomed a touching smile,

And the vicissitudes of a line,

lifted up my tender wings.

The sweet and delicious meal,

The warm and soft sweater;

The tireless teaching;

The complex of life is closely linked to me,

In the blood,

In the bone marrow,

In the heart,

Your love makes me move.

I finally know that there is something else in this world,

more endless than the water of the Yangtze River,

more heart-warming than the power of the Yellow River;

more resilient and everlasting than the green of the pines and cypresses;

that is your love,

your deep love,

selfless love,

my mother.

Thinking of you

I stumbled towards life,

Your hand swung a loving lake,

The scales of the waves rippled lightly with the light,

Soft in the heart of your waves,

The lake was diffused with a fragrance,

I stumbled and crashed towards you.

I was naughty towards life,

Your hand lit a warm lamp,

The wick shone with a simple light,

Pale with worldly vanity,

Truth and goodness were written in my marrow,

Ignorant, I walked in the light.

I wandered towards life,

Your hand is the vicissitude of the acacia at the entrance of the village,

pointing ahead,

tingling in the wind rustling;

the depressed and dried trunk in the end of the year,

the old eyes are dimmed but

the night and night to keep on looking at the day and the day;

the bend of the broken moon hanging on the top of the tree,

the waist of the tree,

the old eyes of the old eyes of the old eyes of the old eyes of the young people,

the young people of the young people of the young people of the young people of the young ones.

The moon hanging on the top of the tree,

is hunched at the waist,

is smiling and drying my tears of longing.

You

Song for Mother

Stepping on the breath of spring

This beautiful day

Toward you, toward me

The tide of my heart is as passionate as the sea

I would like to sing a song of praise for you

I'm not a singer, I'm not a poet

I can't compose a melody, I can't recite a poem

I lack inspiration, I lack genius

I'm ashamed that I can't express my deepest love in a trickle

But today

I'm going to sing a song from my heart

I'd like to make it a song that will sew up your blooming heart.

May my song become a raindrop

To quench your thirst

May my song become a cloud

To perfume your life

My song will become a cloud

Reflecting the sun's rays

It is you who

Gave me my pulse

And I will sing a song for you

That is why you have given me my life

I am the only one who can give me my heart. It was you

who gave me the joys of my childhood

it was you

who taught me to face adversity with equanimity

Your Soul

I didn't understand everything you gave me

You came to shine my eyes

and so

And you don't know where it ends

Your soul has left the body

And the soul doesn't get tired?

The world will be gathered by the eyes

The streets that you walk through will not be strange anymore

The eyes look at those big beautiful hands and they feel blurred

That Day

An Ordinary Day

A morning of labor

An extraordinary woman, who is not a mother, is a mother of a child. p>

An ordinary peasant woman

A cry

A pair of scissors

A life

Opening his childish eyes to the cheers of your womb

The first time he crawled

The first time he smiled

The first time he called out to his mother

A piece of love

A piece of happiness

A piece of love A piece of happiness

A trace of surprise

In your embracing hands

He walked slowly through his childhood

How many times did you go out in the morning and come back in the evening

How many times were you drenched in sweat

How many times did you burst into tears

A piece of love

A whole world of love

A song of love

A piece of love

A piece of love

A piece of love

A piece of love

A piece of love

A piece of love

A piece of love

You were hunched over the purple earth

Your weak hands held up hope

That year

That day

That moment

The first time I left my home town

The first time I traveled away from home

The first time I was away from you

Your figure was like ivy

It climbed up behind me.

That winter

The air smelled of melancholy

The years flashed with the scars of time

The scars of time

Holding your feeble right hand

Listening to your unclear words

The crutches became the tools of your hands

My smile was full of sorrow

The first time I left home

My first time I left home

My first time I left home

My first time I left home

My first time I left home

My first time I left home

Your figure stood like ivy

That summer

You walked into the white room again

When I told you about the treatment

Hands of rejection

Stubbornness in the midst of attachment

Tears streamed down my face as I sobbed

Mother, how can I give up on my hope

How can the stench of brass be better than the stench of you beside me

I am so y in your heart

I am so y in love with you.

I am y attached to you

I am y in love with you

Mother, I just want to look at you

I want to hold you well

I want to listen to your slurred words

Your hobbling steps are filled with smiles

Your good fortune is the miracle of my happiness

Modern Poetry for Mothers - Part 11

Thank you

The small-footed woman who gave life

Was my loving mother

But didn't give me happiness

I don't hate her or my father

Others were born in a cradle of gold

Destined to live a life free of poverty

I didn't have freedom of choice

I had no choice

I didn't have the freedom of choice

I had the freedom of choice

I didn't have the freedom of choice

I didn't have the freedom of choice

I came to them without any worries

I knew how to work since I was in high school

I earned some money to support myself on holidays

I didn't have any worries

I felt happy because I was young

I've become a son and a grandpa

I'm still in great shape

I don't need any medication or injections, and I'm known as the God of the world

Thank you for your greatness and for all your kindness.

Thank you for being a great father and mother

My heart is troubled by the fact that I did not fulfill my filial duty

Whenever I think of it, I cry for three days

I always blame poverty for everything

I find myself a way to come down from the heights

What you gave me is still in the heart of my heart

I am saving my money and I work hard to be faithful

I've got a better life today, and I'm not going to be a good person.

I tell my children and grandchildren that this is the right thing to do

Father and mother, was I wrong

I often think of you and wonder

Sometimes I get a little angry and my granddaughter sings and dances

I'm back on the happy scale again

My children and grandchildren are blessed and my grandchildren are blessed

And you put up with all this for me and me

But you've done it for us, and you've made us a lot worse.

The winds have blown the sky high and cloudy

Many a spring and autumn have been spent in misery

Today is the day when the fog is gone

Many a good thing has come to pass

You can see it in the spirit

Once

I thank the heavens for the blessings of the past

I thank the gods for the blessings of the past

I thank the gods for the blessings of the past

I thank the gods for the blessings of the future

For letting you give birth to me

I thank God

I am your child

When I was a child, I was in your arms

Now I miss you from afar

Once upon a time, every bit of what you did to me

Nowadays, are you

Waving your hoe in the field

Carving traces in the soil

Of what you have done to your mother

I am not sure if you have done it.

Do you use your calloused hands with a scythe to cut the grass

Your face has a few more wrinkles.

Just you, remember your health!

Don't go out in the noonday sun when it's too hot

Don't go out in the winter when it's too cold

Don't eat meat just to save money

I don't want to let you down

You used to beat me and scold me

That's all in the past

Now that I'm far away

I can't see you, do you age

But I have deep thoughts about you

And I can't think of anything else.

But I miss you so much

Do you remember what the doctor said?

You have high blood pressure

Don't drink, definitely don't drink

It's not good for your health, I don't want to

You're a disabled person

When you were falling down

I froze at that time

Fearful of what would happen to you

Later, you were disabled

Now you're on your back again.

Letting your spine bend

I'm not happy

Letting your spine bend

I don't want to.

Be sure to take care of yourself

Have a nice dinner with your nieces

And don't be mad at them

You can't be mad at you now

I'm wishing for you now

I wish I could be there for you all the time

I wish I could be accomplished

Not screwed up, so that you guys could be happy<

Achievements that make you all happy every day.

I thank God

for letting you give birth to me and raise me

Paying

As a child,

my mother's cattail fan

drove mosquitoes away from me and kept me cool;

when I grew up,

my heavy love loaded into my bag;

my love loaded into my bag.

My family,

Mother's love like a leaf converted to the earth ......

Blazing yellow earth,

Full of the old man's reluctant feelings,

Life's bitterness and bitterness,

molded your golden character,

Your firmness is the most important thing to me,

I'm not sure if you've ever been in the world. p>

Your tenacity and persistence,

Shocked the strongest voice of life ......

You never say defeat,

Forever is the children's guiding light;

The flow of the blood is so rushing,

You are destined to go through the treacherous,

You are destined to go through the treacherous,

You are destined to go through the treacherous,

You are destined to go through the treacherous.

Your spine is so strong, it's a wonder to see it!

Between loss and gain,

You chose to pay ......

A small farmhouse,

but with the world's cold and cold;

Tonight is the moon like a hook,

My old mother,

Is it still there?

Gazing in anticipation,

The footsteps of the children returning home ......

My Mother

It was in the dusk of the fall

I set out for school in the vast south of the Yangtze River.

I will never forget your thin shoulders

You struggled to hold up the sky for your sons and daughters

Your back was bent with labor

Wrinkles crept onto your face too early

You warmed up our lives with your strength and kindness, with your commonness and fraternity

How many years has it been my mother

I dreamed that you had a heart of gold in your heart and that you would be the first to see it.

My heart aches when I dream of you

I can't find you anymore

Is there a small tree that shades the hill where you're buried

It's time to buy a new coat so that you won't be too cold when the weather changes

The moon

The echo of the years is heard from far away as I open my book

The moon is the only thing I know that I can see in the sky.

Study the ink and quietly feel the heartbeat of time

Bamboo windows and pavilions

Autumn rain echoes in the scent of books

Distant blessings ripple in the moonlight

Familiar murmurs light up the night with fireworks

The kind faces and bright eyes are transformed into stars in the sky

Embracing each other.

Holding hands with the warmth of the sunlight

Chirps of a different world are dripping from the corners of my eyes

My mother wore old glasses

She took out a long and thin thread and tied it to my thoughts

She pulled it into the dense stitches and weaved it into the pitted shoes

The moon is shining brightly in the sky where she misses me

It is a lamp that will never go out.

In the darkness of the night in another country

The eyes of a mother's concern always shine through

I'm a piece of your cloud

I'll never be able to walk out of your sky

The wind blew, and I left behind a tear

It dripped down on my hometown's river

I'm a piece of your bird

I haven't stopped flying for a single moment.

With tireless wings

I've crossed thousands of mountains and tens of thousands of rivers

In search of the lost years

A whistle I blew in my childhood

Has been ringing in my heart for years

I'm one of your flags

Forever fluttering in your dreams

The sunlight turns into a rainbow

In the sea and the sea of the sea of the sea of the sea of the sea of the sea of the sea of the sea of your home

I am a bird of your home.

Building a bridge between the sea and the sky

You warmed me and soothed me with your life-long love and affection

That kindly accent has never lost its color

Unrequited Giving

Every time I encountered difficulties

There was always a heart that trembled and shivered.

There is always a heart that trembles

It's the tenderness that I put in my heart

No matter what the waves are like

The roaring winds

Behind the frustration and helplessness

It's the mother's hands that are so kind and loving

How many years it's been like that

No selfish confidences

Nagging words

Are the only thing that makes me feel good about myself.

It was our happiness

I remember when I was little

You used to sit on that old, worn-out bed

Holding the new clothes you sewed for me in your hands

The tip of the needle pierced your wrinkled hands countless times

Unrequitedly, you gave your time

For the sake of my laughter

And poured in all the love you could give me

To care for me as I grew up, I was always so happy and happy.

How many times have I stood behind you

Tears streamed down my face

Seeing your thin back

My heart was twisted like a knife

I swore that when I grew up

I would give you the best of all possible worlds

Now that I've grown up

My mother has grown old

She left behind that selfless, unselfish woman who was so devoted to me and my family.

Leaving behind that selfless love

The tenderness of the tears of longing

Every time I encounter difficulties

There is always a heart that trembles

That is the attachment

The tenderness that is placed in the bottom of the heart

Naughty

Mom, it is the mother that gave birth to me and nurtured me

I am the one who has the most important thing in my life, and I have been the only one that I know.

That once young and beautiful woman

Because of my naughtiness

You have scolded and lightly beaten me countless times

Now you have calluses on your hands, silver hair, and wrinkles all over your face

Mom, you don't have a lot of knowledge

But you have taught me perseverance, diligence, and goodness

All your life, you didn't want to feed and clothe yourself

You have been a good mother.

You're still cooking for your children and grandchildren in your old age

You're a lovely old woman who calls to ask why your son doesn't come home

Mom, looking at your wobbly feet

Your busy backside is always in my mind

I'm always listening to your nagging voice

Your voice calling me to eat is always in my ears

I can't help but hear your voice calling me to eat.

Why do you want to buy new clothes for you,

You always say - enough to wear, no need

Buy you your favorite tea

You always say - there's still time, don't waste it

You're not the only one who can do it, you're the only one who can do it. Don't waste it

My son always refused to give you anything

But what you gave me was so silent

Mom, my son knows that you are going to be old

When you are a hundred years old

When you can't say no any more

What can my son give you?

Besides burying you in the forest, under the flowers, beside the stream

Or on your birthday, or the anniversary of your death, or at the dawn of the new year

Kneeling down in front of you

Calling you, Mom

Sobbing or laughing

Mom, do you know

For my son, what a heartache it is.

At this moment, I don't pray for your blessings on your children and grandchildren

I just wish you were as peaceful as you are now

There is a kind of love

There is a kind of love

Even if you are still in your mother's womb

It is still able to

Deeply love you

It is also able to love you

Deeply love you

It is also possible to love you as you are now.

There is a kind of love,

that does not need to be expressed in a grandiose way,

but you always believe that it is true love,

There is a kind of love,

that does not have the color of a race,

but it is a love whose radiance shines in and out of the universe,

A mother's love,

from the time of its first feeding,

you are sure that it is a love that you will never forget,

but it is a love that you will never forget.

From the very first time you were fed,

you were bound,

to never forget,

the love of a mother.

Plain as a cabbage,

its charm,

lies in the depth of love.

A mother's love,

even though it is gone,

you still,

feel its presence.

Mother's dream

No matter how far we walk

we can never forget the one called mother

We are a tree or a grass growing in that land

Mother has selflessly given us all her love in her breast milk

.

Forgetting our mothers means losing our humanity

That's the poetry of childhood

That's the most beautiful moment of a woman

It's our mothers who give us happiness in childhood

When we grow up

We have to make our mothers happy too

Traveling all over the world

We can't get out of our mothers' dreams

We can't get out of our mothers' dreams. We can't walk out of our mother's dreams

Success or failure

We'll always be our mother's children

Our mothers are destined to work for us for the rest of our lives

No one can stop us

I've heard that it's a mother's duty to be a mother