Mother
Who else in the world is greater than you
Mother
Who else in the world would be more painful without you
Mother
Your selflessness to your children
The earth and sky are the witnesses to this and the sun and the moon are the witnesses to this
Mother
Your selflessness to your children is the witnesses to the earth and the sun and the moon are the witnesses to this
Mother
You are the one who is getting old and you are getting old.
Your slowly aging face
How much pain have you taken for your children
Mother
Your children love you
They will always be happy because you are here
Mother
Your day
is a happy day, a bright day
Without you
it is as if you have lost your eyes
You will never be able to see your eyes again.
It's darkness
Without you
The world of your children has become a cold and miserable place
Mother
All your life you have been around your children
Mother
The day you died
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, your children
The day your grandchildren died
The day your grandchildren died
The day you died
The day you died
The day you died
The day you died
The day you died
Mother
Your life's suffering
Your children's eternal remembrance
Mother
Your selfless and great love for your mother
As bright as the morning sunlight
Mother
You've grown old
Pale hair
Old age
Old face
Mother
You are gone
Weak hands
Unwillingness
Mother
Your life is the greatest life
Mother
Your life is the proudest life
Let your children
Pray for you
Let your children and grandchildren
Pray for you. Pray for you
On earth
A child with a mother is a treasure
On earth
A child without a mother is grass
May all mothers in the world
Be in good health
Smile always
Live as long as you live and as long as the South Mountain
Be as blessed as the East Sea
May the mothers in heaven
Be well and have a good journey
And may the mothers in Heaven
Be well and have a good time.
Happiness knows no bounds
No sickness, no pain
Happiness forever
Modern Poetry Appreciation for Mothers2Mother,
Mother,
Mother is like the sun in the winter,
When I am frustrated,
He will encourage me, comfort me,
Warming up my heart.
Mother,
Mother is like a lamp in the dark night,
When I am lost,
She will guide me, illuminate me,
toward the light,
Mother,
Mother is like the bright moon in the autumn night,
When I am lonely and helpless,
She will accompany me,
When I was lonely and helpless,
she would accompany me and support me,
giving me confidence.
I love my mom,
Dear mom is actually different from me.
My love is a stream,
A mother's love is an ocean,
She can contain everything I am.
My love is a bridge,
A mother's love is an abutment,
She can support my spiritual palace.
My love is a blade of grass,
A mother's love is a meadow,
She can nourish my mind.
Our happiness,
is a mother's smile, cheek to cheek.
Our pain,
is the mother with her own eyes in sorrow.
We can go very far,
in fact, always can not get out of the square of the heart.
Mother Modern Poetry Appreciation 3Still looking for memories written in the bones? Mother
Yes, if all the flowers on this mountain burned up
Enough to melt away seventy years of frost on your head
If this warm mountain breeze
Really came from that fairy tale world
Enough to blow out the heart of your buried heart for many years
But for now, the warmth of the sunshine is real
The clay pots and jars that you carry in your hands are still there.
One or two flowers in front of you
The fragrance brewed in your heart, one after another
So which fragrance will you use to cover the mountains
Covering the mountains with pure love as beautiful as the flowers in front of you
And which pure love will you walk into
Become a permanent memory of the mountains
You're laughing, mother
Holding the wrinkles of age you're laughing The wrinkles of age you smiled
Your smile was originally spring
So heavy and heavy and thick and so reminiscent of spring ah ......
Mother Modern Poetry Appreciation 4The second day of April is the mother's birthday, I would like to dedicate this group of small poems to the most respected mother, happy birthday!
I'm not Gao Yubao
But I really can't afford to go to school
The kerosene lamps at home can be left unlit
The buns at home can be darker
My father's illness can be postponed for a little while longer
But I can't afford not to go to school
When I think of leaving the school
I fall down on my stomach next to the cooker and weep
You're a hard-working man, you've been a hard worker, but I can't afford to go to school.
You didn't drink the soup with a grim face
You went to fight the famine when it was dark
You came back from Dazhuang at the dark of the moon
You ran all the way back to the village
You fell down and fell into a small ditch
Auntie helped you back
You were soaked to the skin
Your calves were bleeding
You cursed the cruel watchman rooster
And I said, "I'm not sure what you're going to do," and I said, "I'm not sure what I'm going to do. The cruel rooster
You moaned all night
For your swollen leg and foot
For the sadness of life
In the rain
Muddy heart
Couldn't hold on to her hobbling feet
The rain soaked through her bloodied knee
And my fragile heart
The torrents of On a rainy day
Mother came
She measured eight miles of country road
Treading with trepidation the whole way
Barefooted, she came to the window where her son was studying
Mother stood outside the classroom
Her son's week's worth of food was on her arm
Her wandering footsteps cut off the sound of all the voices in the room
All eyes looked at me with reverence and respect.
All the eyes were in awe
Surprised, they went to my mother
Panicked by her calloused hands
Panicked by the heavy bamboo basket she was protecting
The solemn sweet potato noodle nest
Shyly, she hid in between the baskets
Bitterness in the joy
No words to be said
I felt guilty, I had to go to the hospital, I had to go to the hospital.
I guiltily tidied up my troubled heart
I took a step to the door
I let the rain dry up my feelings
I trembled
I received the rations that my mother had worked so hard for
I also received her long-winded instructions and wishes
The rain has not stopped yet
My mother is going to go away again
Because my father has been ill for a long time
I have no idea what I am going to say. p> Because my sick father
is calling out to her from his bedside
When my mother left
she told me
that everything was fine at home
to study hard
and not to worry about my heart
My mother has gone
and has taken away a sadness that I have no words to express
and has left me with infinite longings
The moonlight is cold
The oil lamp is like a bean
Mother sits cross-legged
The coarse moonlight is abstracted by the spinning wheel
into something concrete
My mother's hands, which kneaded the lint
are coarse and dry and cracked
are covered with calluses like the bark of an elm
Her sorrows and sufferings are all the same as those on the spinning wheel
Her hands, which were deft in the spinning wheel
are full of sorrows and pains, and they are all the same as those on the spinning wheel.
Deftly fluttering
Grain by grain into the
Rustling moonlight
From dawn to work
From dusk
To the moonlight
A mother's spinning wheel is stubborn and tough
A mother's hand trembles in the chilly wind
Drawing out the light of the silkworms
A mother's freezing hand is a symbol of her mother's love for her.
My mother's frozen hands would occasionally pause
and breathe hot air
to look at my sickly father
to tuck in my dreaming son
to tuck in the corners of the quilt
and the spinning wheel in my hand would turn again
My mother's wish for the winter
was to spin a warm spring
My mother and my son would say to you.
You get up from your low stool with great effort
Mother, you're getting old
Your fingers are getting stiff
Your feet are getting heavy
You're in pain from cooking soup
You're in pain from scrubbing pots and pans
You can't forget the work in your hands even when you're watching a play.
You're like a silk worm draining the last thread from its body
I'm not a good son
Often
I'm stubborn and willful
I slam the door when I want to go to the gym
I risk getting yelled at again
I open the window in the middle of the night to get some fresh air
And I hit poetic stars with my cold keyboard.
That time
You told a friend behind my back
There's nothing in the world I don't want to let go of
Only this child
He's not understanding and doesn't listen
If I'm gone
You're his family
You've got to take care of him
Mother, I've always made you angry.
With tears in my eyes, I'm going to the warmth of the sun
I'm going to the freshness of the meadow
I'm going to iron out your bitter wrinkles
I'm going to green your bright white hair
Mother's Modern Poetry Appreciation 5
Oh mother
You are the sunshine of the spring
You are the scent of the summer flowers
You are the sunshine of the summer. fragrance of flowers
You are the coolness of autumn
You are the snowy light of winter
Oh! Mother
You hear the swallows singing
And you go and buy me a rice bowl
And prepare grains
And send me to school
Oh! Mother
When you smelled the fragrance of the flowers
You told me to be careful of catching a cold
You prepared mosquito coils
To ward off the mosquitoes so that I could fall asleep
Oh! Mother
When you see the yellowing of the leaves
You go to buy winter clothes for me
When you feel the bleakness of the fallen leaves
You tell me not to miss my hometown
Oh! Mother
The ground was already frosted with snow
So you went to buy paint to decorate the new house
The sky outside was full of fireworks
Your hands were still busy
Oh! Mother
With your presence
our life can be colorful and varied
With your presence
our country will surely be rich and strong
- Poor parents
they want their sons to become dragons and their daughters to become phoenixes
but
who will understand the love of the heart and who will not be able to understand the love of the heart?
The years are silent
Who will understand the sadness of the green silk and snow
The prodigal son returns to the gold
Come back! My young lady
Hear, my mother cries out
Don't leave your mother and wander alone
Come back! We **** ask her forgiveness together
Oh! Mother
You are the brightest sun in my heart
Without you
I'd be blind and lost
With you
I'd be truer, purer, stronger
Oh! Mother
Let me kiss your face one more time
Let love be warm - happiness lasts forever
Mother Modern Poetry Appreciation 6I thank God
for letting you give birth to me
I thank God
that I'm your child
When I was a child, I was in your arms, I was in your arms, I was in your arms, I was in your arms.
I was in your arms
Now, I miss you from afar
From the past, you treated me with kindness
Nowadays, are you
wielding a hoe in the field
carving traces in the dirt
cutting piles of grass
with a scythe in your calloused hands
with wrinkles on your face
and a big head in your eyes
to make a living.
Your face has a few more wrinkles
Your gray hairs have grown a few more
Mother, don't worry about me
I'm fine!
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 me 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
Mother Modern Poetry Appreciation 7Is it busy with the bits and pieces of life
or lingering in the words of a scene after another scene
As much as possible, in this period of time
sparingly, kindred greetings
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Suddenly look back
There is a kind of pain through into the heart room
It is me that makes that pair of kind eyes
And a few more longing and sorrow
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Pale moonlight shrouded the earth
Wind blowing into the soft place of the heart room
Tears of longing
Slipping down on the silent paper paper
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I can't resist my mother's love even when the city is full of flowers
I don't know how my mother's health is these days
I don't know how many more gray hairs have grown on her head
The cool moonlight is so refreshing to my skin
My thoughts are pouring out of me at night
The mountains are full of shadows, and the clouds and the water are vast
I feel as if I'm in a state of mourning.
I can see my mother standing at the intersection looking into the distance
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Mother! My child
I was so focused on the flowers and plants here
that I forgot about my mother's wait over there
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I said I would not let you feel the silence
I would not let you wait for me in the endless days
I would not let you feel the coldness of your heart
My child, I was wrong. I'm sorry, I'm sorry
The swallows are gone
There's a time for them to come again
The willow is withered
There's a time for it to be green again
The peach blossom is gone
There's a time for it to blossom again
But when it's gone, it doesn't go back and forth again
I used to think that I wouldn't grow up
Every day I was as happy as when I was a child
carefree
But one day
I finally realized that I had to face
a lot of pain in the real world
and then I realized that I had already grown up
and had become a family man
and had become a mother
-- -Written on Mother's Day 20xx
Modern Poetry for Mothers 9Mom, you are the woman who gave birth to me and nurtured me
The woman who used to be young and beautiful
Because of my naughty behavior
You have scolded and lightly beaten me countless times
Now you are full of calluses on your hands, silver hair, and crepey faces
Mom, you don't have much education
You are not very educated
You are not very well educated.
You are not very educated
But you taught me patience, hard work and kindness
You have never been able to afford to feed and clothe yourself
You still cook for your children and grandchildren in your old age
You're a lovely woman who would call me to ask for the reason why my son didn't come back
Mom, I look at your wobbly feet
I always think of you in my mind as a man who was always on his knees. I've always seen your busy back day and night
Listening to your nagging
The sound of your voice calling me to eat when I was a child always lingers in my ears
Why did you
Buy you new clothes
You always said, "Enough is enough, no need."
Buy you your favorite tea.
You always said, "There's more, 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're going to be old
When you're a hundred years old
When you're no longer able to refuse
I'm sure that I'll be able to give you something you can't refuse.
When you can no longer refuse
What can I give you?
Besides burying you in the forest, under the flowers, next to 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 blessing on my children and grandchildren
I just wish you were as peaceful as you are now
Mother's Modern Poetry Appreciation 10My mother was a farmer
She couldn't read a few words
She wrote three twisted words on a piece of paper
She was mocked by me
From then on I knew
These few characters were her name
She was the only one she knew.
When I was a child
my mother asked me to teach her how to write
I dipped my hand in the tea stains on the table and wrote a few characters
my mother was so serious about learning that she learned to write when the tea had almost dried up
impatiently, I told her that I had to go and do what I called my duty
my mother left quietly with her fingers still gesturing.
Ah, my mother, how foolish I was!
Mother, you like to look at my hands
You said this is the hand that reads the book and holds the pen
You must not have four pimples like her
Mother held me tightly and told me to study hard to get a job with the public sector in the future
My mother, I want to tell you
The times have changed, and the public sector is not an iron-clad bowl
The child is a lover of literature, and loves to write poetry
The child is a lover of literature, and loves to write poetry.
Those little hands you touched will hold the pen tightly
To write about the future, to write about life
My mother, she was a poet, too
She wrote about nature, she wrote about life
Her ink and pen were in the fields
Her metaphors were natural and unadorned
Remember a pair of socks in the winter?
You said it looked like a pig's belly
Mother, you wrote poetry
Your poems are better than my son's
Your poetic feelings are the soul that my son will put into his poems
Mother, your poems don't have pens and sheets of paper to leave behind
But my son is your pen
My son is your poem in his pen.