Did you write a poem about your mother?

A loving mother loves her son and asks nothing in return. Liu An [Korea]

In October, the baby is heavy and the reward is light. Song of exhorting filial piety

One-foot-three baby, ten years and eight years' work. Song of exhorting filial piety

The mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet. Song of exhorting filial piety

The mother's bitter son has not seen it yet, and the child's mother is uneasy. Song of exhorting filial piety

My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. Song of exhorting filial piety

With a loving mother, the prodigal son does not feel cold. Song of exhorting filial piety

I didn't know my parents when I loved them. Children's language

The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt and sleeves were broken. Han Yu

When the mother instrument hangs down, it is bright and the night platform is silent. Motto collection

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? [Tang] Meng Jiao

Yesterday, Meng Mu chose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. Three Character Classic

Mother, the first relative in the world; Motherly love is the first love in the world. Strict words

The only unpolluted love in the world is maternal love. Strict words

When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is the partner of failure. zheng zhenduo

Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. The Book of Songs

What's wrong with having no father? What's wrong with not having a mother? The Book of Songs

A father's virtue is a son's legacy. Strict words

Parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. Motto couplets

Don't be happy with children, and don't sigh without children. Han Yu

Everyone knows that it is good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women will make people old. Wang Jian

All parents in the world; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi

Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. Motto Lian Bi

My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nursed me, cared for me and answered me. The Book of Songs

Father is not kind, son is not filial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; If the husband is unfair, the woman will be unhappy. Yan Zhitui [Southern and Northern Dynasties]

There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, no strict teachers and friends outside, and few people can succeed. [Song] Lv Gongzhu

Parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents. Motto Lian Bi

In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over. Fei Xiaotong

I was trapped in prison when I parked the car. Feeling from this, sadness and tears stuck in the throat. Fang's mother is seriously ill and wants to be a famous doctor. The bus is very urgent today, so it is difficult to stop! Motherly love has nothing to report, what can life expect! Send mom home.

Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother. At that time, my parents thought that I should know today. Bai Juyi's "Selected Poems of Yan"

The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt and sleeves were broken. Han Yu's Whose Son is Selected

Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade. When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South. Wang Anshi's Tenth Five-Year Plan

I went to worship the mother river beam, and I was worried about my tears. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. Huang Jingren's "Don't be an old mother"

I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains. If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh. Jiang Shiquan's Home at the End of the Year

First frost, Lu Hua, tears wet her skirt, bald and helpless. Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock. Yu Gong's Missing Mother

The river is too wide to sail, so I don't know if it is safe. When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more! Ni Ruizhen's Mother Memory

Interviewee: lovehzw 38- level 1 2010-1818:14.

A poem for mother

Author: Bing Xin

Mom, for a long time

I just want to write a poem for you.

But I wrote it many times.

I haven't written it yet

Mom, I wrote this poem for you.

I don't know how to start.

I don't know how to end it.

I don't know what to write.

It's like slapping you hard when you were a child.

I don't know whether to accept it bravely.

Or should I choose to escape?

Mom, I thought of you again tonight.

I decided to write a poem for you.

Even if it's not well written

Even if you are far from home.

Never read ...

Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,

Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.

This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.

Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.

■ Mother

Author: Shu Ting

Your pale fingertips touch my temple.

I can't help acting like a child.

Hold on to your skirt

Ah, mom.

In order to keep your fading figure

Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke.

I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.

I still cherish that bright red scarf.

Afraid that cleaning will make it

Lose your unique warmth

Ah, mom.

Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?

I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.

How dare I open its screen easily?

I cried to you for a thorn.

Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.

I dare not moan.

Ah, mom.

I often look up at your photos sadly.

Even if the call can penetrate the loess

How dare I disturb your sleep?

I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.

Although I have written many songs.

For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.

Ah, mom.

My sweet, soft and deep memory.

Not a torrent, not a waterfall.

It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.

■ Mother

Author: love

Mother is as humble as moss,

Solemn as the morning light,

As soft as the voice of Jiangnan,

Hard as a thousand years of cold jade,

When I raised my eyes,

She is Hao Yue:

When I looked down,

She is a vast land.

■ Mother's Poems

( 1)

Your greatness has condensed my flesh and blood.

Your greatness has shaped my soul

Your life is a journey of love

You use beautiful annual rings

Weave calendars with fragrant ink.

I spend every year in your love.

Play with your shoulders and knees.

(2)

You are a big tree.

Spring depends on your fantasy.

Summer depends on your prosperity.

Autumn depends on your maturity.

Rely on your meditation in winter

Your tall and wide crown ~

Let the fields never be barren.

Mom, you gave me life.

You are the land where I grew up.

(3)

When you are sad, you will be comforted.

When you are depressed, you hope.

When you are weak, you are strength.

Take shelter from the wind and rain in your little bay

You have broadened my horizons.

You are my best friend forever and the driving force of life.

(4)

You leaned over and guarded with love and caution.

You show your clever mind to your heart's content

Your exuberant energy and bright smile.

Your boiling blood keeps flowing.

(5)

Let me immerse myself in your joy.

Let me enjoy your warmth.

Let me be intoxicated in your arms

Let me snuggle up in your arms

(6)

There are faint poems in the long clouds.

There is continuous love in a faint poem.

There is affection in constant love.

Affectionate and meaningful.

(7)

If mother is rain, then I am a rainbow after rain.

If my mother is the moon, then I am the star holding the moon.

Mother is the foundation of my growth.

I am my mother's ideal fruit.

(8)

When I grow up, my mother's black hair is like a maple leaf.

The frost sparkled with silver stars.

I deeply kissed the traces of those years j)'

Give you my heart.

(9)

May fragrance and mellow fragrance haunt your life.

May my silvery laughter fill your brow.

May all my blessings rub into your heart.

A green leaf is full of its friendship with the roots.

An ode condensed my love for you. "

Let the flowers in your heart bloom like clouds.

Let the fragrance accompany you through the long years.

■ Drying old clothes

Author: (Qing) Zhou Shouchang

The robe is still there and the collar is still warm.

I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it.

■ Zhong Mama

Author: Wang

When you come home disappointed,

Son,

No matter how tall you are, your mother's bosom can still surround you.

I am willing to be your "master clock" and I will not stop working until the clock breaks down.

■ Mother's Bible

Author: Wang

Every time I open this bible,

I can't help holding it to my chest,

Like hugging my dear mother,

I can still smell the faint fragrance on my mother.

See mom's beautiful and elegant appearance.

■ Learn to be a good mother

Author: Wang

"The hand that pushes the cradle is the hand that changes society."

"mother"

This is a privilege granted to women by God.

It is priceless for a mother to sacrifice for her child.

Giving is also unconditional.

■ "Mom"

Author: Hong Yan

When I met you,

I am ten/you are thirty-five.

You are a round-faced mother/

Your love is full of bath water/

Warm,

Almost made me float.

■ Mother

Author: Gao Mingcheng

The earth has been spinning.

I accidentally fell into a ditch when I was a child.

You took it from the ground in a pool of blood.

Suddenly picked me up.

It's your omnipotent Hercules!

A thousand raindrops fell from the umbrella.

Grains pour into your back.

There is no rain in my arms.

The hospital is the end of the marathon.

This is your brave ambulance.

Chen Xing was born and died constantly.

I also know that it has aging and parting.

Regret is always deeply rooted in the heart after parting.

There are endless complaints about grasslands and rivers.

Spring is warm, and the sea and the sky are the same.

Is your avatar avalokitesvara!

■

Author: Xu Yilan

Modern parents respect, understand and care,

Accept the advantages and disadvantages of children,

Encourage rather than blame,

Praise instead of complaining,

And give them enough spiritual food,

Instill the idea that new books are better than new clothes.

■

Author: Zhang Mo

Love is a small ribbon,

Mother gently tied it with wrinkles.

■

Author: Li Qiao

People come from the earth,

For the congenital homesickness of returning to nature,

Mother is the embodiment of the earth.

■

Source: Bing Xin Xing

Mom!

The wind and rain in the sky are coming,

The bird hid in his nest;

The storm in my heart is coming,

I only hide in your arms.

■

Source: Bing Xin's "Past Seven"

Mom!

You are a lotus leaf, and I am a red lotus.

The raindrops in my heart are coming,

Except for you,

Who is the shadow under my naked sky?

■ Ode to Mother

Author: Zheng

Although mother is still poor.

The child's love for his mother is unambiguous.

We just shouted "Long live mother"

Deeper love erupts in my heart like a volcano.

Although my mother is ordinary and has a great reaction,

She is the real hero in children's hearts.

Who can live in the achievements of princes and princes?

Children can keep their mother's kindness in mind.

Although mother speaks softly,

She is heavier than Mount Tai in children's hearts.

She has made no earth-shattering achievements.

But my mother and I watered the children's success together.

(excerpt)

■ Ordinary life

Author: Du Jinghua Source: unforgettable mother's kindness

Your little feet

How many roads have you walked?

On your weak shoulders

Still bear a heavy burden

This road is very long.

It is full of your blood, your sweat and your tears.

And endless humiliation.

Your cheeks are brown.

Write about your long-term running and hard work.

however

You never seem to know what to complain about.

You are always tenacious, keep going.

There is always a long way under your feet.

Never asked you why you left.

You never wanted to tell anyone.

You are always so silent.

Go quietly, go ...

Your little feet,

Walk out of the long road

There is no end in sight.

■ Immortal hymns

Author: Wen Wen

The gentle wind is blowing the sun, and my mother's kindness is not fully praised.

Adopted daughters care for their children's nature and keep the tears of pregnancy and childbirth.

I am afraid that my heart will become a phoenix, and I will become the soul in my dream.

The most important thing is Meng Jiao's theory of beautiful spring scenery and flourishing grass.

■ Mom is really great.

My mother, like the moon, shines on the doors and windows of my house, how holy and kind, shining with the light of love.

For the sake of children, I am not afraid of dark clouds, give me warmth and encourage me to go up.

Mom, I love you. I love you. You're amazing.

Mother is like a star, shining on the doors and windows of my house. How holy and kind she is, shining with the light of love.

■ A grateful heart

I came from an accident, like a grain of dust. Who can see my fragility?

Where I come from, where I belong, and who will call me in the next moment.

Although the world is wide, this road is difficult. I have seen all the ups and downs in this world.

How much love and tears I still have, God knows I won't give up.

Grateful heart, thank you, accompany me all my life, let me have the courage to be myself.

Grateful heart, thank you, I will cherish it like flowers bloom and fall.

■ Mom, I love you.

Mom! Mom! I love you, you taught us to endure hardships, and you taught us to live up to expectations.

Childhood scenes are often in dreams, mother's love will never be forgotten, and mother's goodness will never be forgotten.

Even the stormy waves, even the wind, frost, rain and snow.

With your mother, everyone is willing to struggle and achieve great things.

■ Poems for Mother

"M-more": That's what my mother gave me too much;

"O-old": But my mother is old.

"T-tear": it is the string of tears that my mother wiped away for me;

"H heart": this is the mother's pure heart as gold;

"e-eyes": she is the loving eyes of her mother;

"R-right": It is my wish to my mother-always healthy and happy!

Put them together, and you will understand why we affectionately call: Mom!

■ Make mom happier.

Mother's care makes us warm;

Mother's selflessness touched us;

Mother's broadness shocked us;

It is our common wish to make mom happy!

Respondents: Dawn-1 level headwind flight, 2010-10-18:14.

Praise mother.

-This document is for all mothers in the world, rich or poor.

Mom, can you use the hands of dead tree skin?

Brush off the frost that has turned gray on your temples? I know

The bow of the red ribbon bleached the black hair in my memory.

Long time no see. Mother, as if nothing had happened.

Or wriggle a loose tooth gently?

It's neither too tight nor too slow. Laugh in tears

Sing some songs that are still fresh in my childhood.

Memory is the snake of missing. Draw a word

Winding forward, my bitter ink in this life.

Mom, are you still willing to use this cracked tongue core?

Lick my arrogant poison. I am in front of you.

Always a child who doesn't grow up.

So there is a vague topic called maternal love.

It is undoubtedly the stupidest injury to a wanderer.

Mom, you are old. You used to be as famous as chrysanthemums.

The edge of the white porcelain bottle has your residual medicine fragrance.

Plain silk was very popular in the old days. manage

Brushed the heart of love, but still

I can't hide your crazy concern.

The autumn wind has started. Even in the shadow of loneliness, mom

Don't catch cold either. No matter when and where

Sunset depends on a crutch called a child.

And you, on fertile soil.

Seeds covered with vegetation are sprouting and growing.

And I, at the moment. I just want to hear your call.

My real name. In a trance, mother

I seem to be back in the yard, next to the well where I drew water as a child.

Mom, mom

-Mother's Day is dedicated to all mothers in the world.

Your silvery hair, rickety body and lonely figure

You are old.

You associate with neighboring villages.

At the age of 80, he still draws water and cooks himself.

You are still attached to my childhood home.

Hometown of dreams

You have raised our four children all your life.

Four children are the pride of your life.

The pigeons you let go are the concern of your life.

Hope for survival

Every time I mention this to someone,

Zhang Shanliang's face is always full of smiles.

mother

I have been through a lot.

A long-suffering mother

How can a blunt pen write thousands of words?

I'm in love.

Praise mother.

Mother is a big ship.

Take me to the seaside.

Pursuing the mystery of life

Explore the magic of the world

Mother is a high mountain.

All inclusive

Hey, I grow up.

Strengthen my body and mind

Mother is a touching song.

Show me around.

With her beautiful tune

Singing the history of the motherland

Mother is a spring breeze person.

Blow away everything in the world

Yingying's footsteps

Brought great vitality.

Mother is a spring rain.

Moisturize everything on the earth.

Ah! mother

I love you and you will always be my favorite.

A hymn to mother

In my heart,

One place is unfathomable,

It never asked,

You are the fire of hope,

Light up my future, give me hope,

Every dark night,

I care about you,

Every cold night,

You give me endless warmth,

It began to rain,

Every drop of rain is telling.

Your pale fingertips touch my temple.

I can't help acting like a child.

Hold on to your skirt

Ah, mom.

In order to keep your fading figure

Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke.

I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.

I still cherish that bright red scarf.

Afraid that cleaning will make it

Lose your unique warmth

Ah, mom.

Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?

I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.

How dare I open its screen easily?

I cried to you for a thorn.

Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.

I dare not moan.

Ah, mom.

I often look up at your photos sadly.

Even if the call can penetrate the loess

How dare I disturb your sleep?

I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.

Although I have written many songs.

For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.

Ah, mom.

My sweet, soft and deep memory.

Not a torrent, not a waterfall.

It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.

Mother in the wind and rain

Life is like walking on a stormy road.

Mother is at the front.

Send some umbrellas to protect the children from the wind and rain to their mothers.

Mom pushed it to me again.

Ah, the child under the umbrella,

Mother outside the umbrella,

Rain is no longer rain,

It was a tear of happiness that God sent to the world.

Mom, thank you very much.

The human body can leave,

People don't leave,

Just as we will never forget our ancestors,

Forget about mother.

Mother is the quilt on her body,

Without her, she would feel cold.

Mother is the salt in the dish,

Life is tasteless without her.

Mother must have her pain.

The pain of wandering,

It often hangs on her face,

Interwoven with laughter watching children.

Great maternal love

Pick a bunch of the brightest roses,

With all my dear words to my mother,

Mom said I was stupid,

Roses are flowers that symbolize love.

I don't know,

It is also a flower that the child gave to his mother.

I haven't heard my mother tell jokes about my childhood for a long time.

I regret it,

Listen, if you fall asleep.

Mom said, silly boy,

A mother can never finish what she has to say to her children.

Is to sleep in the grave,

You are also my eternal concern.

Mother wuyeshu

I got deeper and deeper. This world?

One world.

The pentaphyllum is full of poems.

mother

I am your forced mature child.

The child is wearing a faint tsing yi.

I am a handful of dirt, and you love every aspect of it.

Tonight you sit under the eaves of the country.

Gently wash one of the five leaves on your finger.

An autumn leaf

Dream cave

Mother and son are watching you by the river thousands of miles away.

Don't tell me where life takes place.

Something pierced my river.

Tears of reproduction!

There are many stars tonight.

ripple

Nocturne melodious

Mother's fingers are covered with the sanctity of youth.

The pentaphyllum is full of poems as heavy as autumn.

Her son stood on trembling hair.

Don't get excited because the flute blows out of my mouth. ...

Your life touched my dream of walking with you.

Every autumn, I shoot a horse under the tree.

Every autumn

I am under the tree.

Beat a horse