An article praising mother.

Praise for Mother Author: Loving mother is as humble as moss, as solemn as dawn, as soft as the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River, as hard as a thousand years' cold jade. When she looked up, it was a bright moon, and when she looked down, it was a vast land. ■ Mother's Poem (1) Your greatness condenses my flesh and blood, and your greatness shapes my soul. Your life is a journey of love. You weave a calendar with beautiful rings that smell of ink. I spend every year in your love, playing on your shoulders and knees. (2) You are a big tree. You dream that spring depends on you, summer prospers and autumn matures. You meditate on your Gao Dakuan in winter. The broad canopy makes the fields never barren. Mom, you gave me life. You are the land where I grew up. When I am sad, you are my comfort. When I am depressed, you are hope. When I am weak, you are the shelter from the wind and rain in your little harbor. You have broadened my horizons. You are my best friend forever, the driving force of life. (4) With love and care, you bend over to protect you and show your bright mind, your exuberant energy, your strong smile and your boiling blood. (5) Let me immerse myself in your joy, let me enjoy your warmth, let me revel in your arms and snuggle up in your arms. (6) There are faint poems in the long clouds, and there is deep affection in the deep feelings. If my mother is rain, then I am the rainbow after the rain. If my mother is the moon, then I am the star holding the moon. My mother is the root of my growth. When the ideal fruit (8) grows up, my mother's black hair is like frost on a maple leaf, and the stars are shining with silver. I deeply kissed the traces of those years j) Hold my heart for you (9) May fragrance and fragrance haunt your life _ May my silvery laughter fill your brow, and may all my blessings rub into your heart, and 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 and explore the mysteries of life. The magical mother is a mountain, and everything feeds us. " Grow sturdily, our physical and mental mother is a moving song that takes us around the world, singing the history of the motherland with her beautiful tune. Mother is the spring breeze that brings life to all things in the world, and mother is the spring rain that moistens all things on the earth! Mom, I love you. You are my eternal love. Mother is a big ship carrying us to the sea ■ Mother Author: Shu Ting, your pale fingertips care for my sideburns. I can't help holding on to your skirt as I did when I was a child. Mother has cut her dream into wisps of smoke in order to keep you, but I dare not open my eyes for a long time. I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth. Isn't mom's running water the same in those years, heartless and afraid of fading her memory? How dare I open its screen easily? I cried to you for a thorn. Now I wear a watch and dare not moan. Mom, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if I call for penetrating the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love in this way. Although I have written many songs for flowers, the sea and the dawn, my sweet and tender memory of my mother is not a torrent or a waterfall, but a poem "M-more" dedicated to my mother: that is because 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! When I think of you, I think of the bitter flowers at the end of the field, pouring out the warmth of the country with crystal dew. Under the misty starry sky, you embrace a crescent moon, weave your hopes into fairy-tale whispers, savor the colorful years, cultivate on your forehead, cultivate on the earth, and protect one side with selfless mind in the ordinary. What is old and new is appearance, and beauty is mood.