Write at least 10 poems to thank your mother

Mother's love

Mother's love is a pair of long chopsticks,

pick up delicious dishes for me;

Mom's love is like colorful rubber bands,

Give me beautiful braids;

Mother's love is like an open umbrella,

Cover me from the wind and rain;

Mom's love is a wonderful story book,

Tell me beautiful stories;

Mom My mother's love is like a thin pencil,

Teach me to write standard words;

My mother's love is like tears of concern,

I I am bravely getting an injection, but my mother is crying distressedly;

My mother's love is a warm embrace,

Let me sleep comfortably.

I love you, Mom!

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A little poem about gratitude to my mother

The gurgling stream is crystal clear

The green trees on the shore are reflected in the water

I came with early summer

Mother half-mouthed in her own glory Shy

My loving eyes are as gentle as dewdrops on grass blades

I have bright eyes like narcissus

Cheeks like roses

Poppy-shaped mouth

And long hair as black as night when you grow up

Mother

It is your sincere prayer

Reward me as the embodiment of beauty

You connect life with me

The wind that beats the child also tears the mother's heart

We are all floating in the current of the world

Our lives will be separated

I drink the love you brought to me in one breath

In Stepping into a new life alone with reluctant eyes

You use a loving heart

to sow the hope of happiness

But with the sickle of memories

Harvesting the missing souls

The leaves are rustling and the creek is gurgling

In this festival that belongs to you

I decided to return Sing this little poem

The beautiful melody floats across the sky

The angels leaned out and listened quietly

Mother, my dear mother

You must have heard how much I love you

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Mother's love (1)

Mother is like a bright light in the dark night,

When I am lost,

She Will guide me and illuminate me,

Toward the light,

Mother,

Mother is like the bright moon in the autumn night,

In my When I was lonely and helpless,

she would accompany me and support me,

giving me confidence.

Mother,

She works hard for me all day long,

works tirelessly,

has no regrets,

So, on this annual Mother’s Day

I want to say,

Thank you, Mom! I love you!

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Mother’s love (2)

The mountains are not as high as a mother's love;

The sea is not as deep as a mother's love;

The sky is not as broad as a mother's love;

The sea is not as deep as a mother's love;

The sky is not as broad as a mother's love;

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The earth does not have a mother’s love and tolerance;

The sun does not have the warmth of a mother’s love;

The clouds do not have a mother’s love and are white;

Flowers are not as brilliant as mother's love.

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To me Mother

Goethe

Although I haven’t said hello to you for a long time,

I haven’t written to you, but don’t let it go to your heart

Having doubt, as if your son should have it

The deep love for you has vanished from my breast

. Absolutely not, just like that rock,

It has deep roots in the water for thousands of years,

It will never leave its original place, even if it is flowing water,

Sometimes wind and waves, sometimes soft waves flow over it

so that people cannot see it.

My love for you is also inseparable

In my chest, despite the long river of life,

Sometimes it is whipped by pain and rolled violently,

Sometimes it is caressed quietly by joy,

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It is covered and blocked, so that it cannot

show up to the sun and cannot reflect the surroundings

The reflected sunlight is in front of your loving mother

Show you how much your son looks up to you.

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Mom

Who puts on clothes for us when we are cold?

Who cooks for us when we are hungry?

Who encourages us when we fail;

is happy for us when we succeed?

She is not a robot; not a computer,

She is my mother.

My mother is not Santa Maria,

nor Jesus,

not even God,

but she is as gentle as Santa Maya , Kind

As loving as Jesus,

As wise as God.

Ah! Mom is so great!

Mother’s Poems

Mother is a thick book that can be read for a lifetime!

Hold the needle and thread carefully,

The spring shirt is still afraid of leaking wind and cold.

Hard work makes me wish I had wings,

Cut off all the green lanterns and look at me with pity.

People often say: It takes five hundred times to look back at the past life

In exchange for passing by this life

I don’t know how many times I have saved up to look back

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In exchange for the deep love between mother and daughter with you

Mother, you gave me life with your great love

In the course of more than forty years of life

I have been interpreting you in my own unique way

Your simple and rich connotation

It is worthy of my life to understand and appreciate

Mother, it is your love that has accompanied me as I grow up

Your vicissitudes of life have gone through so many sunsets

Your wrinkled face is engraved with the vicissitudes of nearly a century.

Your profound gaze has read all the rain, snow, wind and frost in the world

Those calloused hands have weaved so many hopes

That full of hope The black hair on your head, the years have dyed her into white frost

The old years are blown by the wind, which is telling the passing time

Your strong steps, How many bumpy mountains have I climbed over

The dream, the overflowing fast territory, is still radiating dazzling light

Reading my mother, on that curved spine

How much pain and sorrow have you carried

Read about your mother, the long years

Carry your lifelong dreams

Read about your mother because of her love

----Is your strong wings

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To my mother

If the spring breeze has given me tenderness

I can never repay you

If the sunshine has given me My warmth

I cannot repay you

Then mother

Everything you have given me

How should I repay you

It is the most precious life

At the same time, it is the deep love that surrounds this life

And your waiting back in the sunset

Behind my ups and downs and scenery

How much attention is there from you

Everything I get

It is all given by you

Every step I take

It is all your sacrifice

Dear mother in this life

I hope that I can repay your love with my own love

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I hope I will use my own efforts to repay your efforts

Tomorrow

When a dawn comes

When I take a new step of my own

I know

Even if I don’t look back

Your eyes and love

will be with me throughout my life

Every second of every day

Motherly love

Childhood

Motherly love

Is a gentle hand

Hitting the body

Care in the heart

Growing

Motherly love

Is a rough palm

Caressing the face

The pain is in the heart

Now

Motherly love

Is an invisible palm

Covered in the sky

Concerned in my heart

To my mother

Goethe

Although I haven’t said hello to you for a long time,

I didn’t write to you, but don’t make you doubt in your heart

As if your son should have it

My deep love for you has already left me. Disappeared in the chest

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Absolutely not, just like that rock,

It has deep roots in the water for thousands of years,

It will never leave its original place, even if it is flowing water,

Sometimes wind and waves, sometimes soft waves flow over it

so that people cannot see it.

My love for you is also inseparable

In my chest, despite the long river of life,

Sometimes it is whipped by pain and rolled violently,

Sometimes it is caressed quietly by joy,

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It is covered and blocked, so that it cannot

show up to the sun and cannot reflect the surroundings

The reflected sunlight is in front of your loving mother

Show you how much your son looks up to you.

Dedicated to my mother Bei Heine

Heine

I am used to walking with my head held high and my eyes raised to the sky.

My temperament is also A bit stubborn and stubborn;

Even if the king and I look face to face,

I will not lower my eyes.

But, dear mother, I want to tell you bluntly:

Even though my pride is so strong,

As soon as I come to your happy and kind side ,

I often feel inferior and shy away.

You have a lofty spirit that permeates everything.

The rays of light are radiating, floating straight to the sun, moon and stars.

It is this spirit that secretly conquers the world. I?

Recalling the past really makes me feel sad,

I did many things wrong, which hurt your heart,

Such a loving mother who loves me so much!

Ah, mother

Ah, mother

Shu Ting

Your pale fingertips caress my temples,

I can't help but hold on to your shirt tightly like I did when I was a kid

Ah, mother,

In order to keep your disappearing figure,

Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke,

I still didn’t dare to open my eyes for a long time.

I still treasure that bright red scarf,

I am afraid that washing it will make it

lose your unique warmth.

Ah, mother,

Isn’t the flow of time equally ruthless?

I am afraid that my memory will also fade.

How dare I open its screen so easily?

For a thorn I cried to you,

Now wearing a crown of thorns, I dare not,

Not a single moan.

Ah, mother,

I often look up at your photo sadly,

Even if the call can penetrate the loess,

How can I Dare to disturb your sleep?

I don’t dare to display the gifts of love like this,

Although I have written many songs

To the flowers, to the sea, to the dawn.

Ah, mother,

My sweet and deep yearning,

It is not a rapid torrent, not a waterfall,

It is covered by flowers and trees There is no singing in the ancient well.

Meng Jiao's "The Wandering Son's Song"

The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the wandering boy's body.

Before leaving, I am worried that I will return later.

Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.

Selection from Bai Juyi's "Poetry of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"

Si'er is a young child, flying high and carrying his mother on his back.

My parents read it at that time, but you should know it today.

Wang Anshi's "Fifteenth"

The mother went up the ditch of Han, leaving Bai Han at home.

When I heard about Du Yu in the bright moon, the north and the south were always concerned.

"Arriving Home at the End of the Year" by Jiang Shiquan

My love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home.

The needlework on the cold clothes is dense, and the ink marks on the letters home are new.

When we meet, I pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships.

I am ashamed of the Son of Man, and dare not sigh in the dust.

Song Lingyun's "Remembering My Father"

Wu Shuyanyun broke the ruler's book, how can we hate each other when we are so far apart?

The dream soul is not afraid of the distance of Chang'an, and I have taken advantage of the wind several times to ask about my daily life.

Yu Gong's "Thinking of My Mother"

My clothes are wet with the tears of reeds and flowers due to frost, and my white head no longer leans on the wood door.

During the yellow plum rain in May last year, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice.

Ni Ruixuan's "Remembering My Mother"

The river is difficult to navigate, so I can't cross it. I don't know whether it is safe or not.

I shed tears of longing for my relatives every now and then, I’m afraid I’ll shed even more tears of missing my children!

Mother’s farewell to her son

Tang Bai Juyi

Mother’s farewell Son, son farewell to mother,

My cry is painful when there is no light in the day.

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Welcoming the new and abandoning the old is not enough sadness.

It is sad to leave two children in the Jun family.

First I am helping someone walk and then I am sitting down.

I sit and cry while I walk and cry and hold people's clothes.

The new Yanwan of your couple,

caused the separation between my mother and my son.

Not as good as the crows and magpies in the forest,

The mother does not lose her young, the male accompanying the female.