What modern poems describe maternal love?

Maternal love is a common theme in literary works. Modern poems about maternal love include Bing Xin's Paper Boat for Mother, Poems for Mother and Stars. Shu Ting's mother; Loving mother, and so on.

Motherly love is usually described as a mother's kindness to her children. It is selfless and great, and it is also a common theme in literary works. In ancient times, there were many poems praising maternal love, such as Wandering Son written by Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. There are also many poems about maternal love in modern times, such as Bing Xin's Paper Boat for Mother, Poems for Mother and Stars. Shu Ting's mother; Loving mother, and so on.

1, Paper Boat for Mom

Author: Bing Xin

I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,

Keep it forever,

Folding into a very small boat,

Throw it into the sea from the boat.

Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,

Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.

I still fold every day and never give up.

I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.

Mom,

If you see a white boat in your dream,

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

This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.

Wanshui Qian Shan,

Ask it to bring her love and sadness home.

2. Poems 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 look.

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.

3. Stars (excerpt)

Author: Bing Xin

floret

I also want to look up.

Thanks for the love of spring.

However, this far-reaching gift

She was finally silent.

Mom!

Were you that spring?

4. "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.

5. Mother (excerpt)

Author: love

Mother is very humble.

As solemn as dawn

Soft as the sound of water in Jiangnan

Leng Yu is as strong as a thousand years

Raise your eyes

She is Hao Yue.

become dejected and despondent

She is a vast land.

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.