Mother's Modern Poetry Appreciation

Mother

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

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Mother,

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 3

Still 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 4

The 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

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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 6

I 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

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Is 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 9

Mom, 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 10

My 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.