A poem about a mother's love for her son.

1. Poems or short sentences about parents' efforts and expectations for their children 1 Thread in the hands of a loving mother, making clothes for her wayward son. She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,

Afraid that the delay would make him come home late. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

Look forward to your son becoming a dragon and your daughter becoming a phoenix.

Father likes mountains.

4 maternal love, spring is always there.

How similar mothers all over the world are! Their hearts will never change, and every mother has a very pure heart. whitman

A mother's heart is an abyss in which you will be forgiven forever. -Balzac

7 Youth will pass away; Love will wither; The green leaves of friendship will wither. Mother's inner hope outlives them all. Oliver Wendell Homer

My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed, caressed, conceived and nurtured me.

Take care of me and answer me. The Book of Songs

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

2. What are the sentences that can give everything for "son"? 1. You should study hard and try to get better results in the final exam. Work hard! Persistence is victory! Mom will always be your strong backing and shelter you from the wind and rain! 7a 6869646 16 Fe 59 b 9 ee 7 ad 943 1333365633937

2, children, you are the best, you are the child who reassures parents, and you are so serious about everything. Mom will always be your strong backing and shelter you from the wind and rain!

The road to the peak of knowledge is full of thorns. I hope you are brave, overcome difficulties and go forward bravely! Mom will always be your strong backing and shelter you from the wind and rain!

4, learning is not difficult, as long as you preview before class, actively participate in class, and carefully review after class, success belongs to you. Mom will always be your strong backing and shelter you from the wind and rain!

You are an excellent child, but why don't you dare to show your talents to everyone? Go for it! Kid. Mom will always be your strong backing and shelter you from the wind and rain!

6. Sophia Kao, mom and dad want to tell you that as long as you give, you will get something back. We hope you study better and better. Come on! Mom will always be your strong backing and shelter you from the wind and rain!

7. You are a boat moored in the port of youth. May you raise the sail of faith and sail for the vast ocean with a dream of hope. Mom will always be your strong backing and shelter you from the wind and rain!

8. I am very happy for you. You have made great progress, your grades have improved a lot, you have learned to get along with others and you have learned to be grateful. Keep it up and make persistent efforts. Mom will always be your strong backing and shelter you from the wind and rain!

9, baby, I wish you were the wind, raising the sails of the ocean; I hope you are a boat breaking the waves. The future life is smiling at you, moving forward bravely and embracing colorful life. Mom will always be your strong backing and shelter you from the wind and rain!

10, you have achieved gratifying results. Study hard, ask more questions, study hard, read more and think more, and master good learning methods, and you will have a fruitful autumn. Mom will always be your strong backing and shelter you from the wind and rain!

From ancient times to the present, the idiom that mothers pay for their children is

Mother chose a good one.

Son, I have moved many times.

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"This is the mother's hope for her son. She decided to tattoo these four words on her son's back.

Xu's mother's righteous act left a deep impression in the history of China.

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The story of Godson is little known.

When Ou Mu painted Di, he began to teach Ouyang Xiu to practice calligraphy with Di Cao as a pen and sand as a paper.

Taomu had her hair cut and a fish returned.

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Go home. It snows heavily.

I am anxious, because my family is poor, and I am worried that I have neglected my friends because I have not been entertained. Mother looked into her eyes and comforted him, saying, you stay here and I will try my best to entertain you. So she cut off her long hair, put on the dining table, rolled it up and made the bed.

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"Zhu Zhu Zhu" is firewood for Fan Kuima. Fan Kui learned afterwards and said with emotion, "If it weren't for this mother, this child wouldn't have been born!" " ! Even the slaves who followed Fan Kui felt greater than that.

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I hope the above will help you a little.

4. A poem describing a mother's concern for her son in winter. Someone once asked me such a question: "What is the greatest love in the world?" At that time, I only shook my head, because I didn't know at all and I couldn't answer.

Now I can simply answer, that is "maternal love". In my eyes, mother is the greatest and most sacred love, and maternal love is selfless and unrequited.

I was brought into this world by my mother. I grew up in my arms when I was a child. Now my mother encourages me to study hard and serve my country when I grow up. My mother is great. Last summer, I was sick and the sun was shining. My mother took me to the hospital.

When I got to the hospital, my mother was sweating like a pig. My mother hurried to register and took me upstairs to see a doctor. Mom came home and made medicine for me in the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen, ah! How hot it is! I really can't stand it.

I saw my mother sweating profusely, and I said, "Mom, why don't you go out to cool off first and then come back to decoct medicine?" Mother said, "son, mother knows how you feel and wants me to go out to cool off for a while." No, you can drink it early, and your mother can rest assured. " Motherly love is deep, emotional and endless; Maternal love is endless, it is full of countless flowers, it is full of endless floral fragrance; Motherly love is great, it contains profound meaning, it is brewing you and me.

There is a familiar lyric: "Only mothers are good in the world, children with mothers are like treasures, and children without mothers are like grass." Ah! ! ! How great is maternal love! I will study hard and repay my mother's kindness to me.

Guo of Class 5 (1) of Qinglong Street Primary School in Jinan snuggled up to his mother. After dinner, she had nothing to do, so she read the newspaper casually. Suddenly, a message came into her eyes, Mother's Day! Look carefully, the second Sunday in May is Mother's Day every year. Isn't that tomorrow? When my heart is shaking, I can't help but feel surging, and my mind is full of thoughts. A stream of heat flooded into my heart, pounding my heart in waves, and my mind was stiff and difficult to calm down. I also have a white-haired old mother! I don't know whether it is the cocoon of mentality or the lack of filial piety. Anyway, I haven't visited my old mother who is far away and close at hand for a long time.

In the dead of night, everything is silent, but my heart is still restless and my thoughts are wandering. A cup of strong tea, a cigarette, I quietly curled up in the dark corner of the humble room, slowly savoring the strong tea, slowly smoking the cigarette, letting the smoke turn into wisps of faint filaments at will, permeating the narrow indoor space ring by ring, turning into faint clouds, flying through the gap in the window lattice, and my immersed thoughts also rippled, sublimated and floated. Through the deep, dark, empty and silent night sky, souls and thoughts slowly gather, wander and fall back with a heavy weight. People seem to have returned to the intimate and familiar room in their hometown yard and stood beside their old mother. Her white hair and knees are weak and slim, her face is full of wrinkles and warmth, and she gazes at her son kindly, so comfortable and happy, so sweet from the heart.

A son will never grow up in his mother's eyes, he will never be sensible, he will never take care of himself, he will always be so stupid in his mother's eyes, his son will always be a sharp heart, his son will always be his mother's baby, and his son will always be his son. No matter how excellent, capable, beautiful and mature your son is in the outside world, this will always be the biggest concern of his mother, even if you are 70 or 80 years old.

Mother is a hotbed of her son's warm attachment, a warm bed and the most comfortable territory for her son. Her kindness and love will always be the source of her son's happiness. From ignorance, every time I beg my mother to go out and come back, there will always be the sweetest and most delicious, that is, or the most difficult years. My mother would rather be hungry than wear a thin coat that is difficult to keep out the cold, and she will also let the baby eat well and wear warm clothes. There will always be new clothes for the New Year.

The son's laughter and crying are the happiest and most worrying things for the mother. In my family, as long as I can remember, no matter how hard the years are, how hard the economy is, and even when we can't eat steamed bread in the four seasons, my mother will steam many attractive white-flour steamed bread for our brothers and sisters on the 27th of the twelfth lunar month every year, and promise to make delicious white rice and braised pork stew for us at noon on New Year's Eve, so that our brothers and sisters can have a hearty meal. It's still so tempting to think of it today.

For this reason, my mother has been ridiculed by many village women, saying that her mother will not waste her life at random. Because other people's Chinese New Year buns are steamed for the first time on September 29th or New Year's Eve. I think only I can understand the mystery of mother's feelings and kindness. This habit has continued in my family until today. Although every day is as beautiful as Chinese New Year, my mother is still so stubborn and persistent.

When I was a child, I only helped my mother pull the bellows to light the fire. Now that I have a gas stove, I have to sit in my mother's hot pit and do nothing. I snuggled up to my mother warmly, enjoying the comfort of maternal love like a fairy, slowly savoring the greedy memories of my childhood brought by maternal love and feeling the warmest affection in maternal love. Mom! Your old man has worked hard all his life, for the sake of his children. With the help of this most solemn festival, my unfilial son presents the most fragrant and warm carnation in the world! God is my witness! My son will never forget your kindness! Childhood is like a meteor across the sky, but it quickly dissipates in the light; Teenagers, like running water, passed away without a trace, but now I, a young man, suffer in real life like fried dough sticks.

Mother, my mother, was born and raised in the countryside and raised children in the countryside. She never knew that one day in May would be her birthday and that of all the mothers in the world, let alone what carnations represented. At this time, Yangmei in my hometown should be a mature season, and Meiyu is also in full bloom.

5. affectionate sentences about mother's silent efforts, constantly groping for herself, trying to change some sighs.

I know what you expect from me is the resistance to your future vision.

Your helpless words today carry the message of tomorrow.

I know how you feel about me, but I can't.

What else can I give you? I keep asking myself.

I've been thinking about it. I've been looking for it

I know you've been working quietly for me.

Even if I cry, I won't admit that you cry. I don't know when I will be blessed.

So I tried my best to tell you that I didn't give up.

What else can I give you, my parents, my parents?

What else can I give you, my parents, my parents?