Paper Boat Ice Heart
I never want to throw away a single piece of paper, I always keep it - always keep it folded up into a very small boat, and throw it down to the sea from the boat. Some were blown by the wind into the windows of the boat, and some were wetted by the waves and stained on the bow. Still I folded them every day, hoping that one of them would go where I wanted it to go. Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dreams, don't be surprised if it comes into your dreams for no reason. It was folded by your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes, begging it to carry her love and sorrow home.
Eternal Mother
When you first opened your newborn eyes, the first thing you saw was your mother's immense holiness, her loving gaze and tears of joy-- eyes that stared at you unblinking, staring at you intently, and the instinctive rhythms of your hazy, unknowing heart, which could not express affection, only fluttered in a flurry of limbs, making you cry out loud. --After many days and nights of nurturing, you finally sat up straight and adjusted your emotional and intellectual intelligence, and without waiting, you cried out the most precious first sound in your life, "Mommy", which is the most touching and primitive sound. No matter how many languages are spoken in the world, only this cry is absolutely the same, and there is no music, no poetry that can be more touching than this cry. Hope beckons. The world outside is my paradise, my free heart is flying. Mother do you hold me? Mother looks at me uneasily. Mother, do you want my life to be more exciting? Mother looks at me with relief. Listen to the sound of the train gas, whistle ...... across the window clasping a hand.
You Zi Yin Tang Meng Jiao
The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son.
The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son.
Whoever says that an inch of grass has a heart, it repays the three spring suns.
Farewell to my mother
Dragging the curtains to pay homage to my mother, I went to Hailiang, and my gray hair was saddened by the withering of my tears.
The night of snow and wind at the door of the woodpile is so miserable that it is better to have a son than to have none at this time.
Fifteen Song Wang Anshi
The mother was on General Gan Gou, and the family stayed at Bai Gan Yin. The moon is bright, and I am always concerned about the north and the south.
At the end of the year to the home of the Qing Jiang Shiquan
Love son heart endless, return home happy and the time. The cold clothes and threads of the needle are dense, and the letter from home is a new ink mark.
Meet with the thin, call the children to ask the pain. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it," he said.
The mother said goodbye to her son, and the mother said goodbye to her son, and the son said goodbye to his mother, and he cried bitterly at the end of the day. The Hussar General of Guansi, who broke the captives last year, has a new strategy.
Given two million dollars by imperial edict, Luoyang welcomed people like flowers. The newcomers are welcome and the old ones are abandoned, and the lotus flower is a thorn in the eye.
Welcoming the new and abandoning the old is not enough to be sad, but sad to leave two children in your family. The first one is a child of the family, and the second one is a child of the family, and the third one is a child of the family.
This is the first time I have seen a mother and child separated from each other, and it is not as bad as the crows and magpies in the forest. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it.
It should be like the peach and plum trees in the garden, the flowers fall with the wind and the children are in the branches. The newcomer and the newcomer are listening to my words, and the girl in the red house in Luoyang is infinite.
I hope that the general will be able to make a success of his work again, and that there will be more newcomers than you.
Compassionate mother love Yuan Yang Weizhen
Compassionate mother love, love the young child, Zhao family Guangyi for the crown prince. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey.
It is not the case that there is a six-foot orphan at the knee, and Azhao Amei is not a quack. The night door is quiet, the lights are blurred, and the snow has fallen for more than four drums.
The officials did not take the pen of Donghu, orphans and widows. The first time I saw this was when I was in the hospital, and the second time I saw it was when I was in the hospital, and the third time I saw it was when I was in the hospital.
Mercurial daylily picture Yuan Wang Coronation
Can daylily flowers, Luo Sheng under the north hall. The south wind blows its heart, shaking for whom to vomit? The mother is leaning on the door, and the traveler is having a hard time. The government has been trying to make a difference in the lives of the people in the country. I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm sorry to hear the birds talking.
Who's son, Tang Han Yu
Who's son, who is not a fool or a madman, went to the king's house and called himself a Taoist priest. The white-headed old mother cried over the door, and her sleeves were cut off, leaving more than enough to go on.
The new woman, who was twenty years old, was sent back to her family and cried through the market. The first thing I want to do is to learn how to play the Fengsheng (phoenix-pipe wind instrument), and I want to be like Xiao Shi, the princess.
And then there is the myth of the common man, the man who is trying to get a job by doing something dangerous and strange. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
The saints can be deceived, the dry death of the poor mountain how long. The first thing I want to do is to get the best out of the world, and I want to be a part of it.
Punishment of a hundred persuasion of the political scriptures, and not so late to put to death. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't want to be a part of the team, but I'd like to be a part of the team.
Answer on behalf of the old man in Beizhou Tang Zhang Pian
The old man with the salary went to Beizhou, and looked at the countryside in the north with the sadness of the guests. He said he had three sons, but two of them had already died in the yellow sand.
Now the children are growing up, and next year they will be recruited again. I'm sure I'll see you again next year," he said, "but I'm sure I'll see you again next year.
It is a good thing that I borrowed my house from my neighbors, and then I went to my hometown again. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.
Recently, it has been said that the Son of Heaven honors martial arts and vegetables, and that the strongest soldiers want to quiet the dust of Hu. The first thing I want to do is to get rid of all the people who are in the world, and I want to do that.
New Year's Eve by Tang Gao Shi
The hotel cold lamp alone do not sleep, the guest heart why turn miserable.
This is the first time I've ever thought about my hometown, and I'm going to be worried about it for another year.
Essay on motherhood:
I want to fly, but my heart is tired.
Since when, the young heart has always longed for independence. How many times have I tried to escape from the shelter of my parents' wings and blazed a thorny path, plating my own wings in the storm?
Perhaps, God discovered this greed and let me into this full-time high school, finally can get rid of mom's nagging.
The high school building, the spacious cafeteria, the crowded supermarket, the unfamiliar faces, everything was new and exciting to me. However, when everything became familiar, an unbearable loneliness and emptiness took over my heart. The heavy study makes me feel depressed and dull, the weak body makes me faint all day long, I feel pain, want to go home once, but the former magnificent ambition makes me endure.
Autumn seems to come very early, just into the fall, feel a hint of chill. A cold wind roiled through, causing the windows to chirp with the gaps.
I stayed in my seat reading a magazine and came across an article about a mother's love, something I couldn't help but think of my mom ......
There used to be nights when I studied late, at which point my mother would bring my favorite green bean soup, look at me kindly, and finish the soup one sip at a time. Then make up the bed for me, and persuade me to go to bed early; sometimes, when I was angry outside, I lost my temper in front of my mother, but my mother never cared about it, instead, she also consoled me, was I in a good mood; in the past ......
I realized the beauty of nagging at this time, that the former annoying words are now recalled as so warm.
"Bell---" the bell of the next class interrupted my thoughts, I a burst of flying to the phone booth, dialed the home phone number, the other end of the phone came from the mother's kind voice.
"Hey, who are you looking for?"
"Mom, it's me." I whispered.
"**, how are you doing at school? How's your health? You have to take care of your body alone. Now the weather is cold, pay attention to add clothes. Are you used to eating?......"
"Yes, everything is fine ......" I said and shed tears.
Once upon a time I thought that I was a person who would not be moved to tears, yet in front of my mom, I shed tears without any concealment.
On the weekend, sitting in the car on the way home, I was in a particularly cheerful mood. I realized that no matter how far I fly, I will always be like a kite away from my mother's sight.
Mother, is the line tied to the heart. The longer and farther you pull it, the more your heart aches.
The touching story:
The report "Scarlet Mother's Love" tells a true story: a mother was laid off, but she couldn't bear to see her daughter moping all day, so she decided to take her daughter skiing, and even bought two silver bakery suits to make her daughter happy. But something unfortunate happened: they were so excited that they skied far away from their designated spot, causing an avalanche, and the two mothers wore silver and gray clothes similar to white, so the rescue plane couldn't even see them, and both mother and daughter were freezing to death. In the end, the mother cut her own blood vessels, with blood wrote "SOS" so that her daughter was rescued, and the great mother but due to blood loss, and forever left her daughter
Mother and child in the animal world will also be touching:
A hunter chasing a Tibetan antelope, look at the desperation, the Tibetan antelope suddenly stopped. Back to the station, the hunter autopsy found that the original sheep's abdomen actually has a fetus. The hunter realized that she begged for mercy for the sake of the child. The hunter was so sorry that he threw away his shotgun and never hunted again.
Paintings, sculptures, films and advertisements that show the image of mothers:
The movie "Beautiful Mother" tells the story of a female worker, Sun Liying, whose son, Zheng Da, was born deaf, and whose husband left her because of this, and the family was broken up. In the mother's mind, her deaf son is no different from other children, and wearing a hearing aid is as natural as wearing a pair of glasses. However, the reality is again and again to play tricks on Sun Liying's good will, her ex-husband was killed in a car accident, the successive misfortunes of this woman helplessness, "to let him become a normal child" this goal makes her strong, in the face of difficulties again and again, she did not fall, which is the power of a mother's love. Tengchong County, Yunnan Province, such as Tengchong County Teng Yue Square, "Gaoligong Mountain - mother" of the wrought bronze sculpture, which is located in the Sino-Burma border area of Tengchong County, 12.9 meters high, modeling by the mother's head and the shape of the mountain composed of a mountain, the mountain on the body of the six reliefs, showing the beautiful mountains and rivers and the people of the Gaoligong Mountain heroic posture. This shows is the Chinese people's supreme respect for the mother.
1. Mother's love
is the blood and pulse of the intercommunication
is the child's blessing mother's pain
Mother's love
is like the wind in the spring
she gently brushes
the earth will be a piece of green
Mother's love
is the clouds in the sky
always make the sun
first drive through her body
from her body.
The mother's love
is the cloud in the sky
always letting the sun
be the first to pass through her body
giving the earth the winds for the rain and the peace
Mother's love
is the sun after the rain
always letting the earth, which has been cleansed
lie in her bosom without abandoning it
putting her dream of a colorful life on the high sky
2.
It's a gentle hand
On the body
Care in the heart
Growing up
Mother's love
It's a rough hand
On the face
Aching in the heart
Now
Mother's love
It's an unseen hand
Covered in the sky
It's an invisible hand
It's an invisible hand
It's an invisible hand
It's an invisible hand
Covered in the skyAttached to the heart
3. Mother's love
is the warm ray of sunshine
And the whole four seasons of each day
Swept like the spring breeze
Letting all the emotions wake up from hibernation
It is the feeling of life
Smelling the fragrance of life.
Sensual, sweet, and contented
It's impossible to doubt
It's a willing tether
Even if the winds wrinkle the vault of time
Even if the rains dampen the years of youth
Even if the soul is battered by the peaks and valleys of the waves
What's more reliable than this?
Nothing to say
Anything to know
Only true love is here to keep watch unselfishly
4. Mother's love,
is a thousand words of advice before the child's journey;
After the departure of the heart;
The return of the head of the hope.
Mother,
Put her love for her children,
Hanging on her face,
But never spit out the word "love",
After that,
Silently counting the days and nights after the separation.
Mother's love,
is a fire for children in winter;
a delicacy for the hungry;
a drop of fresh water for the thirsty.
Mother,
sews her love into her children's coats with thousands of stitches,
wraps her love y into delicious dumplings,
puts her love silently into her children's bags,
while her heart suffers from the sorrow of parting.
5. To My Mother By Jian San
If I were a bird
You would be my nest
I would come out of my shell in your nest
Crying in your nest
You would cover me from the wind
You would block me from the rain
You would make your nest rich and full of warmth
Feeding me with plenty of feathers
I would be your solid love nest
All of us would have to do is to take care of my mother. Your solid love nest
holds me up on my wings
flying into the sky
flying across the ocean
singing in the wind
soaring in the rain
No matter where I fly
You're my home
always
loving me all the time
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You are not a lamp
but you bring light to my soul
You are not God
but you have given me a colorful and dreamlike life
You are not a teacher
but you have left me a simple and sincere heart
I am not a genius
but you are a great hope
I am not a faraway person
But you are the most important person in my life
I am not the most important person in my life
I am the most important person in my life
I am not the most important thing in my life.
But I am your deepest concern
I am not a child
But I am a child in your eyes
I am not smart enough
But I know every bit of love you have given me
Mother
With you in the sky
I am dreaming of a beautiful dream
With you in my life
I am enjoying the spring breeze
I am enjoying the spring breeze. You are the calm harbor
I am the sail that always returns
You are the blue wave
I am the cottonwood by the water
You are the lofty mountain
I am the boat that goes down the river
7. I have not greeted you for a long time, and
have not written to you, yet do not let any suspicion arise in your heart
as if the deep love for you that is due to your son had disappeared from my breast
. By no means; as the rock,
which has deep and everlasting roots of ten thousand years under the water,
which never leaves its place, even the flowing water,
which now and then passes over it
with winds and waves, and sometimes with soft waves, so that it cannot be seen, so has
my love for thee departed
from my breast, though the life's long river,
at times lashed by pain and rolled over with great fury,
and at times by the quiet caress of joy,
is covered and blocked, so that it cannot
show its face to the sun, and reflect the returning sunlight all around it,
and show thee in the sight of thee, the mother of love,
how thou hast been venerated by thy son.
8. Dedicated to my mother, Bei Heine
HEINE
I am accustomed to walk with my head held high and my eyes turned up to the sky,
and I am a little obstinate and stubborn in my nature;
even if a king were to look at me face to face,
I would not lower my eyes.
But, O loving mother, I will speak plainly to thee:
Though my pride is so rigid,
on coming into thy happy and affectionate presence,
I have often shrank from it with a feeling of inferiority.
You had a penetrating, sublime spirit,
Raying brightly, floating straight to the sun, moon and stars,
Is it this spirit that secretly conquered me?
Remembering the past really makes me feel sad,
I do a lot of things wrong, hurt your heart,
that way ten thousand love my loving mother's good heart!
9. Ah, mother
Shouting
your pale fingertips on my temples,
I could not help but pull your lapel tightly as I did in my childhood
.
Ah, mother,
In order to keep your fading figure,
although the morning sun has cut the dream into wisps of smoke,
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still treasure that bright red scarf,
fearing that washing it will make it
lose your unique warmth.
Ah, mother,
isn't the water of the years equally merciless?
Fearing that the memories are just as faded,
how could I dare to open its painted screen so easily?
I cried out to you for a thorn,
and now wearing a crown of thorns, I dare not,
don't dare to moan a single time.
Ah, Mother,
I have often looked up sadly at your picture,
Even though the call could penetrate the yellow earth,
How could I dare to disturb your restful sleep?
I have not dared to display the gifts of love in this way,
though I have written many songs
for the flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, Mother,
My sweet, soft, deep, quiet remembrance,
is not a torrent, not a waterfall,
is an ancient well that sings no song in the midst of flowers and trees.
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10. Poem for Mother
Mother is a bow,
I am the arrow on the bow.
You would rather break your bones,
than send me to the top of life.
Mother is a bridge,
Let me bend your back.
No matter what the weather,
It will take me to the other side of the ideal.
Mother is the moon,
I am the clouds around you.
Whenever I read in the middle of the night,
you used to keep me company with a smiling face.
Mother is a small boat,
which never turns back in the wind and the waves.
Bravely carrying her children,
Crossing the rapids and dangers.
Mother is a mountain,
Your great body,
Standing on the ground and reaching for the sky,
Struggling to lift your children to the universe.
Mother is the vast ocean,
I am your wave.
Wherever I go
I will always be a child of the sea.
Mother is a book,
which I will never finish.
You are the thesaurus of my life,
guiding me forward.
■Poem to my mother
Written by Bing Xin
Mother, I've wanted to write a poem for you for a long time
but I've written it so many times
and still haven't gotten it right
Mother, I don't know how to start
I don't know how to finish
and I don't know how to end
and I don't know how to finish
I don't know how to write it, and I don't know how to end
I don't know how to end
I don't know how to end it.
I don't know what to write about
Like when I was a child and faced your harsh slaps
I don't know if I should be brave enough to accept them
or if I should choose to run away
Mother, I thought of you again tonight
I decided to write a poem for you
even if it's not very good
even if you are far away from my home
I don't think that you're ever going to be able to write a poem for me again.
Will never be able to read ......
Mother, if you see a very small white boat in your dreams,
don't be surprised that he came into your dreams for no reason.
It was folded with tears by your beloved daughter,
and with all the waters, begging him to carry her love and sorrow home.
Mother
Author: Shu Ting
Your pale fingertips are tending to my temples
I can't help but pull on your lapel as I did when I was a child
However, mother
In order to keep your fading figure
Although the sun in the morning has already cut the dream into wisps of smoke
I still don't dare to open my eyes for a long time
I'm not sure if I'll ever see you again, I'd rather not be with you. I still dare not open my eyes
I still cherish that bright red scarf
I fear that washing it will make it
lose the warmth that was so characteristic of you
Mother
Isn't the water of age just as relentless
Fearful that the memories will also fade
How could I dare to open the screen of it
For a thorn I cried out to you. A thorn I once cried out to you
Now with a crown of thorns, I dare not
dare not moan a single word
Oh, Mother
I have often looked up at your picture in sorrow
Even though the call can penetrate the yellow earth
How dare I disturb your sleep
I have not dared to display love's offerings in this manner
Although I have written many songs
To the flowers, to the sea, to the dawn
Here, Mother
My sweet and deep remembrance
is not a torrent, not a waterfall
It is a dry well that sings no song in the midst of the flowers and the trees
■Mother
Written by Lov
Mother is as humble as moss
Serious as the dawn
There is a mother that is as humble as moss
Mother is as solemn as the morning sun.
Serious as the morning sun,
Soft as the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River,
Strong as the cold jade of a thousand years,
When she raises her eyes,
She is the bright moon,
When she lowers her eyes,
She is the mangled earth.
■Mother's Poem
(1)
Your greatness has condensed my flesh and blood
Your greatness has shaped my soul
Your life is a voyage of love
You have used your graceful wheel of life
to weave a calendar with the fresh smell of ink
Year after year, I have spent time in your affection
Year after year, I have spent time in your affection
Year after year, I have spent time in your affection
You are the only person in the world who has ever been in love.
Playing on your shoulders and knees
(2)
You are a big tree
Spring leaning on your fantasies
Summer leaning on your prosperity
Autumn leaning on your maturity .
In winter, I lean on you for contemplation
Your tall and wide canopy ~
Makes the fields never wild
Mother, you gave me life
You are the ground on which I grew up
(3)
In sadness, you are comfort
In depression, you are hope
In weakness, you are strength
There is no doubt that you are the tree of the world, the tree of the world, the tree of the world. Strength
Sheltered from the storm in your little cove
You open my eyes
You are my everlasting friend, the driving force of my life
(d)
You bend over me cautiously and with love and compassion
You bare your bright heart
Your energetic smile is strong
Your boiling Your blood runs on
(5)
Let me be immersed in your joy
Let me enjoy your warmth
Let me be intoxicated by your arms
Let me be snuggled up in your arms
(6)
There is a faint poem in the long cloud
There is a love in the light poem
There is a love in the light poem
There is a love in the light cloud
There is a love in the light cloud
There is a love in the light poem
There is a love in the light poem
There is a love in the light poem
There is a deep love in a deep love
There is a strong meaning in a deep love
(7)
If my mother is the rain, then I'm the rainbow after the rain
If my mother is the moon, then I'm the star that holds the moon
Mother is the root from which I grew up
I'm the fruit of my mother's ideal
(8)
I grew up, my mother's black hair was dark. >As I grow up, my mother's black hair looks like the frost on a maple leaf, and the stars are shining with silver light
I kissed those traces of years y j)`
I offer you a heart of my own
(IX)
May the sweetness of the aroma linger on in your life
May the sound of my laughter like silver bells fill up your brow
May all my blessings be mixed into the sweetness of your heart, and my heart be full of love, and I wish that you will be happy.
May all my blessings be rubbed into your heart
A green leaf full of its love for the root
A hymn condensing my love for you"
Let the flowers in your heart bloom like a cloud
Let the fragrance accompany you through the years
■Sunshine on the old clothes
Written by: (Qing Dynasty) Zhou Shouchang
Thirty years of coarse robes to check the still exist. The lapel is torn but still warm.
The heavy sewing does not bear to be removed, and there are traces of my mother's old threads on it.
■Mom's Clock
Author: Xiaomin
When you come back from disappointment,
children,
no matter how high you are,
Mom's bosom will still be able to encircle you.
I would like to be your "mommy clock" until the day the clock ages and refines without stopping.
■Mother's Bible
Author: Xiaomin
Whenever I open this Bible,
I can't help but hold it to my chest,
like embracing my dear mother,
I can still smell the faint fragrance emanating from my mother's body,
and see my mother's beautiful and elegant appearance.
■Learning to be a good mother
Author: Xiaomin
"The hand that pushes the cradle is the hand that changes the society"
"Motherhood"
is a privilege given by God to women,
Sacrificing for a child by being a mother is invaluable, and
giving is also unconditional.
■『Mom』
Author: 藑 Hong
When I met you,
I was ten years old/you were thirty-five.
You were a doughy-faced mom/
Your love was a tub full of bathwater/
Warm,
Almost floating me.
■Mother
Author: Gao Mingcheng
The earth keeps on spinning
At a young age, I accidentally fell into a ditch
In a pool of blood You picked me up violently from the earth's hand
It was you, the almighty Hercules!
A thousand grains of rain slid down the side of the umbrella
Grains poured into your back
And yet in my arms I didn't get an inch of rain
The hospital turned out to be the finish line of the marathon
It was you The brave ambulance!
Starry mornings are born and die
I also know that they age and part
Regret is always planted in the heart after parting
Inch by inch, the river is inexhaustible
Spring is warm, the sea and sky are endless
It's you, incarnation of the Goddess of Mercy!
■
Author: Xu Yi Lan
Modern parents use respect, understanding of the care,
to accept the child's strengths and weaknesses,
encouragement instead of blame,
praise instead of blame,
but also to give them adequate spiritual food,
inculcated the concept that new books are better than new clothes.
■
Written by Zhang Mo
Love is a tiny ribbon,
which a mother gently ties with wrinkles.
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Author: Li Qiao
People come from the earth,
inherently have the nostalgia of returning to nature,
and the mother is the embodiment of the earth.
■
Source: Bing Xin's The Starry Night
Mother!
When the storm in the sky comes,
the bird hides in his nest;
When the storm in my heart comes,
I only hide in your arms.
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Source: Bing Xin's "Seven Past Events"
Mother!
You are the lotus leaf, I am the red lotus.
The rain is coming in my heart,
Besides you,
who is my shade under the shelterless sky?
■Ode to Mother
Written by Zheng Guozhu
Though mothers are still poor
Children's love for their mothers is never ambiguous
We only shouted "Long live mother"
Deeper love in the heart of a volcano
Though the mother is ordinary and unprofitable
There is no doubt that the mother's love for the mother has been a great success. Mother is a real hero in the hearts of her children
Who can live with the achievements of the kings and lords of the world?
Sons and daughters are able to remember their mother's kindness in their hearts
Despite the fact that her mother is a man of few words
She is heavier than Tarzan in the hearts of her sons and daughters
She does not have earth-shattering greatness
but she pours her mother into her sons and daughters' successes
(Excerpt)
■Ordinary Life
Author: Du Jinghua From: Mother's Grace Unforgettable
Author: Du Jinghua
The author of the book is a man who has been a great hero to his sons and daughters.
How many paths have been traveled by your little feet
?
And on your thin shoulders
there is still a heavy burden
This road is long and long
It is full of your blood, your sweat, your tears
and endless humiliation
Your brown cheeks
write of your years of labor
You, however, never seemed to know what it meant to suffer
But you never knew what it meant to suffer. never seemed to know the meaning of suffering
You were always tenacious and kept walking
Always a long road under your feet
No one ever asked you why you were walking
And you never thought to tell anyone about it
You were always that silent
Walking, walking, walking without a word ．．．．．．
Your little feet,
out of a long
can't see the end of the road
■A hymn to our ancestors
Author: Wenwen
The winds of the sun are toon toon toon toon, but not all of the deep love of the mother's grace
Raising a daughter and caressing her son is the natural way to go, and the tears of the pregnancy and delivery are there
To be afraid and afraid of the meat of my heart, and the phoenix will become a dragon.
The most beautiful thing about Meng Jiao's poem is that she is so beautiful that the world will never forget her
Mothers are great
Mothers are like the moon that shines on the windows and doors of my house, and they are so holy and kind that they emit the light of love.
For the sake of her children, she is not afraid of the dark clouds, giving me warmth and encouraging me to go up.
Mother, I love you, I love you, you are great
Mother, like a star, shines on the windows and doors of my house, holy and kind, emitting the light of love.
■Grateful heart
I come from chance, like a piece of dust, who can see my fragility
Where do I come from, where do I go, who calls me in the next moment
The sky and the earth is wide, but this road is difficult to walk, I have seen all the bumps and bruises on the earth
How much love do I still have? How many more tears do I need to know that I will not concede
I have no idea of how much I love you, and I want to know that I will not concede
I have no idea of what I have done, but I am grateful to you. p>Grateful heart, thanks to you, accompanied by my life, so that I have the courage to do my own
Grateful heart, thanks to you, flowers blossomed and fell I will cherish the same
■Mother I love you
Mother! I love you. I love you, you taught us to suffer, you taught us to strive for success
Childhood scenes are often in my dreams, my mother's love will never be forgotten, my mother's kindness will never be forgotten
Even if it is a shocking wave, even if it's a storm
With your mother, everyone is willing to fight, and everyone will become a great man
Poem dedicated to my mother
This poem is dedicated to my mother
This is a poem dedicated to my mother.