1. This fragrance of jasmine on mom's body permeates the air, giving pleasure, giving joy, giving inspiration, giving enlightenment.
2. A breeze blew by, and a gust of fragrance came to the nose, making people relaxed and happy, so it was mom's fragrance.
3. Mom raised this pot of nightshade in the summer and fall open, flower type like a five-pointed star, oval leaves, every night the aroma is particularly strong, sniffing, so that people are refreshed and invigorated.
4. From a distance, the lilac tree looks like a Christmas tree full of crystal snowflakes, holy and attractive. Close up, the cascading flower spikes consist of a delicate floret. Each small flower has four teardrop-shaped petals, two groups, as if a pair of pairs of small holes in the air stretching, and as if towards the people watching it to extend a pair of hands, the light wind blew, exuding a burst of light fragrance, refreshing.
5. This is really a different kind of flower fragrance. It is fresh and elegant, far away and quiet, no sense of sweetness, and is not hiding, hidden. Song people have a poem: "a flower can smoke a room fragrance", praise is mom.
6. Out of the door, I smelled a good smell of flowers, as a cup of ice water in summer, a candle in winter, so that people feel very comfortable, and want to stay next to it, smelling and smelling, the heart is also very curious to see where the fragrance, it turned out to be the mother.
7. The gardenia flowers are white, huge, blooming in the green leaves, extraordinarily pure and soft. And people can smell its fragrance from more than ten meters away. It is different from the general aroma, full of freshness, sweetness, and their sweetness compared to the fragrance of pearl cream, vulgar; chocolate sweetness, mushy, this is the aroma belonging to the mother.
8. There are too many flowers in the world. Some of them are similar to each other, so obscure; some of them are covered by the richness of the flowers, so they are often overlooked. From this point of view, the jasmine fragrance is outstanding, it does not fall into the mold; jasmine fragrance is fortunate, it and the flowers reflect each other, complement each other, because this is the mother's favorite flower, belongs to the mother's aroma.
9. The best smell in the world is the smell of your mom when you hug her.
10. Once you open the lid, a strong smell of fish comes to your nose and tickles your stomach. Just smell not eat can also be slandered, appetizing! This is my mom's flavor.
2. Mom's Taste is Potato Poetry"Mom's Taste" - Wang Peng (from the Internet)
There's a flower in the world
Blooming mother's smile
There's a river in the world
Flowing with mother's song
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The most beautiful voice in the world.
The most beautiful sound in the world is my mother's call
Going home--
Let's eat--
How many years have passed
That warm call
Still rings in my ears.
That warm call is still ringing in my ears
//
There is a kind of memory in life
like the smoke rising from the cooker in my hometown
The fragrance of the cooking smoke
That's the smell of
Mom's flavor
3.I always kept it - kept it,
folded it up into a very small boat,
and threw it down from the boat into the sea.
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 kept folding 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 dream,
do not be surprised that it has come into your dream for no reason.
It was folded with tears by your beloved daughter, who begged him to carry her love and sorrow home.
Paper Boats
The Starry Night
I never want to give up a piece of paper,
but always keep it - keep it,
and fold it up into a very small boat,
and throw it into 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.
I was still folding 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 dream,
do not be surprised that it has come into your dream for no reason.
It was folded with tears by your beloved daughter, who begged him to carry her love and sorrow home.
Mother
Mother
The storm in the sky has come
The birds have gone to their nests
The storm in the heart has come
I have only taken refuge in your arms
Mother!
This fragmentary piece
Can you take a look at it
These Yu
Before there was me
have been hidden in the arms of your heart
4.
Type: Ruyi Xingban By: Shuyi Posted in Red Sleeve Timbers
When the sea breeze touches my ears
The sunshine heralds the change of spring and summer
Packed up my bag and ready to go
Wearing a straw hat made of wild flowers
I am a wandering child
Chasing after the running sea waves
Dyed by the sea, I am a wandering boy
I am a wandering boy
I am a wandering boy.
The sky, reddened by the sea, began to smile
Deeply gazing
Like a beautiful bride
Shyly covering her face with a veil
And I slowly missed the smell of my mother
Walking along the railroad tracks
With my feet in a daze on the clean grass
My mother always had a little dessert ready for me after dinner.
With a little dessert and a grain of honey
By the pure starlight
With a pot of coffee's aroma
And now I'm in a faraway land
Smelling the sea
Seeing the freedom
Without my mother's gentleness
And the seagulls are playing hide-and-seek on the waves
In the early mornings. Hide-and-seek
They wear black and white mysterious dresses
Like a gust of wind
Collecting scattered stars
Gathering together to form white flowers at the tip of the waves
I try to think of my mother's dress
Tying a long ribbon around my waist
And tying it in a big bow
Plaid Beautiful
Are charming squares
I'm always so happy
Twirling and dancing in the wind
No music needed
Drawing a perfect circle in the air
I'm like a tiny elf
Flying in the summer sky
My joy is my mother's sundress
I always smile sweetly when I'm intoxicated
The summer here is really beautiful
The sea here is really fascinating
But it can't compare to my mother's scent
My mother's dress
My nostalgia has become a train going home
My mother's eyes are the brightest streetlamps in the night
I've found my way back home by following the familiar feeling
I've found my way back home by following the familiar feeling
I've found my way back home by following the familiar feeling
I've found my way back to my home by following the familiar feeling
I found my way home
The smell of my mother
In the gentle wind
The scent of carnations
That's the smell of my mother
A light fragrance
Refreshing
Opening the eyes of a drunken dream
Tasting life
My mother's smile looks back at me with longing
I'll be able to see you again.
Pick up the fallen leaves in the forest
Carve them on the bookmark of memory
Mom's green threads will always be connected to the direction of love
The attachment
will become the hope of each other's hearts
The soil
sprouts up in the spring rains
Flowers
grow up in happiness
When the mountains are full of flowers
I'm sure that I can find the right place for you to be
I'm sure that the right place for you is the right place to be.
The smell of mother's love will flow in the wind
5. The flavor of mother's love1. Farewell to my mother
Qing Dynasty - Huang Jingren Drifted the curtains to pay respect to my mother and went to Hailiang.
The night of snow and wind at the door of the house is miserable, and it is better to have a son than none.
The dragon and the tiger are different from each other, and the dog and the eagle are different from each other. The first time I saw him, he was a little bit more than just a kid, but he was a little bit more than just a kid, and he was a little bit more than just a kid.
The night door is quiet, the lights are blurred, and the snow leaks down to four drums. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and the second time I saw it was when I was a kid, and the third time I saw it was when I was a kid.
3, "Mother Farewell Son" Tang - Bai Juyi Mother Farewell Son, Son Farewell Mother, the sun is not light crying bitter. The Hussar General of Guanxi, last year to break the new policy of the captives honored.
The imperial edict gave two million dollars, and the people of Luoyang were welcomed like flowers. The newcomers are welcome and the old ones are abandoned, and the lotus flower is a thorn in the eye.
It is not enough to welcome the new and abandon the old, but it is sad to leave two children in your family. The first one is the one who is sitting on the floor, and the second one is sitting on the floor, and the third one is sitting on the floor, and the third one is sitting on the floor.
The two of them have been separated from each other by a new swallow, and the mother and the son have been separated from each other. The first is the one that is not a part of the world, and the second is the one that is not a part of the world, and the third is the one that is not a part of the world.
It should be like the peach and plum tree in the garden, the flower falls with the wind and the son is on the branch. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new one.
I hope that the general will be successful again, and the new man will be better than you.
I hope that the general will be able to make a success of it, and there will be more newcomers than you.
The heart of the thorns is young, and the mother is charging a lot of money. The Kai Feng is from the south, blowing their spiny salary.
The mother is so kind that I have no one to turn to. I have a cold spring. The first is the one in the center of the city, and the second is the one in the center of the city.
There were seven sons, and the mother had to work hard. The yellow bird is a goggle-eyed bird, and its voice is good.
There are seven sons, but there is no comfort for the mother. 5, "Yuzhang Xing" Tang - Li Bai Hu wind blowing generation of horses, the north embraced Lu Yang Pass.
Wu soldiers shine the sea snow, when to return to the West. Half of the ferry to Liaojin, the yellow clouds are miserable and faceless.
The old mother parted with her son, calling the sky among the wild grass. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I had ever seen a kid.
The poplars and the autumn moon were bitter, and the mountains of Yuzhang fell in the early days. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and I was very happy to see it.
I don't want to die in the battle, but I want to sweep away the ferociousness for the king. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The ship is like a whale, the waves are swinging down the starry bay. The song is not to be played, and the three armies have become spotted.
6, The Song of the Traveling Son Tang Meng Jiao The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of the traveling son. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and the second time I saw it was when I was a kid, and the third time I was a kid.
Who says that the heart of an inch of grass, to repay the three spring sunshine.
Evocative feelings from it, sad tears choked in the throat. The first time I saw this, I had to go to the hospital to see the doctor, and then I had to go to the hospital.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night! The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley! 8, "Ciwu night cry" Tang - Bai Juyi Ciwu lost its mother, mute spit out the voice of sorrow. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, but it was a very good one, and it was a very good one.
The night crows at half past midnight, and those who hear it are stained. The first time I saw it, I was in the middle of the night, and it was a long time ago.
The birds do not have a mother, but they have a mother. The first thing I want to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it.
In the past, there was a man named Wu Qi, who was not present at his mother's death. The first is the one that is not a part of the story, and the second is the one that is not a part of the story.
Ciwu is the son of Zengseng, who is a bird.
The first time I saw a man who was not a maniac, I saw a man who was not a maniac.
The white-headed old mother cried over the door, and pulled down her sleeve to keep more than one. The new woman was twenty years old, and she was sent back to her family crying through the city.
The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I saw it was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley. The first is that the first time I saw a movie, I was able to see the movie, and I was able to see the movie.
Although the immortals are legendary, those who know them know that they are delusional. The saints can be deceived, and the poor mountain will not wait until they die.
Whoo-hoo, I am not a brother, I want to go to the end of the teaching.
They are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so.
Who's friends and relatives can sympathize, write me this poem to send like.
The forest is dripping with wine and tears, and I don't see Tingning asking for an early return. 11. "I will go back to the old mountain to say goodbye to Meng Jiao" Tang Bao sol choose wood without a sharp edge, envy fish without clever spandex.
How not to measure the strength, take the middle of the road poor. The former is not tired of plowing, and never leaves his relatives for a single day.
I am not in the body, but I am in the heart. I am not sure if I can do this, but I am sure that I can do it.
How many times can I get the silkworms, and how many times can I wear new clothes? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The first time I saw you was when I was a kid.
The filial piety of Lian is due to the yearly tribute, and he carries a tangerine to the Qin River. The first is the "The Literature of the World", and the second is the "The Literature of the World".
The first time I saw this movie, I was in a boat on the river, and I thought it would be great to see you.
Last year, in May, when it rained yellow plums, I bought up rice in my robe.
The south wind blows its heart, shaking for whom to spit? The government is also trying to make the world a better place for people to live in.
Looking up at the clouds and forests, I was ashamed to hear the birds speak. The daylily was born in the north hall, the color is fresh and good.
The color of the daylily is fresh and nice. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I saw it.
15, "Fifteen" Song - Wang Anshi mother on the General River, stay home Bai Gan Yin. The moonlight is bright, and I am always concerned about the north and the south.
6. Poems about mothers1 'Xiruoyun's mother, a very famous poem, do not hurt my heart, my child, although how the sting I will forgive you, the woman said, only to realize that her mother, who is no longer alive, had once said the same thing to her, the winds are fast, the clouds are low, and the mountains are full of trembling trees, who can know how much sting is separated between the look back and how infinitely desolate and vast distance, the paper boat, and the mother's mother. I never want to give up a piece of paper, but I always keep it and fold it into a small boat, and throw it into 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. I am still not discouraged by the daily folding, always hoping that one can flow to the place where I want him to go.
Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream, don't be surprised to see it there for no reason. It was folded with tears by your beloved daughter, and begged him to carry her love and sorrow home. When I came into the rainy season, my mother had just passed through. Half the umbrellas that sheltered my children were given to my mother, and she gave them to me, a child under the umbrella, and a mother outside it. The rain is no longer rain, it's a tear of happiness sent by God to the world The day is like walking on a stormy road, and the mother is in the front. Give your mother some umbrellas to protect your children from the wind and rain, and she gives them to me, children under the umbrellas, mothers outside the umbrellas. The rain is no longer rain, it's a tear of happiness that God has given to the earth. Dear mother, I love you, I'll always be your child, I'll always need the caress of your hand. Dear mother, I love you, I love you as much as the streams love the mountains, I hug you warmly, I forget to cherish the warmth of spring, I'm a wild goose flying south, carrying a longing as tender as butter. I love you, my dear mother, I love you, I love the mountain air and moisture, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, the mountain breath, the air and the moisture. I love you, the breath of the mountains, the air and the water, in the days of my youth, you designed for me every second and every minute of my life, and in the days of many bright red colors, you took my streams of poetry and passion, and wrote them on your wrinkled forehead, and picked the brightest bouquet of roses, and sent them all the words of love to my mother, who told me I was silly, and that roses are the flower of love, but no, they are also the flower of love that sons and daughters give to their mothers. It's been a long time since I heard the jokes my mother told me when I was a child, and I really regret that I went to sleep before I finished listening to them, and my mother said, "Silly child, a mother never finishes what she has to say to her children. To this end, another song **** reluctant 1, the stormy mother Day like walking on the often stormy road, the mother in the forefront. Let some umbrellas to protect the children from the wind and rain to the mother, and the mother pushed it to me. The children under the umbrellas, the mothers outside the umbrellas, the rain is no longer rain, it is a tear of happiness sent by God to the earth.