A poem praising mother

1, Mom's Bible

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 of my mother and see her beautiful and elegant face.

2. "Mother Love"

Motherly love is like a magnificent sea, endless blue sky, endless grassland and lush forest. Rolling, spreading, growing and flourishing, like a long river of history, never stops and is vigorous.

Step 3: "mom"

Fog, though not magnificent with falling snow and lingering with drizzle, is always so gentle. Just like a kind mother, I gently stroked your cheek, and the faint love moistened my heart. She is so unpretentious, no matter rich or poor, or mountains and rivers, she always quietly puts on a silver shawl for you.

4. Dedicated to mother

I am used to swaggering, my eyes are in the air, and my temperament is a bit stubborn; Even if the king and I face each other, I won't drop my eyes.

But, mom, I want to tell you the truth: although my pride is so strong, I often feel inferior and cringe when I come to your happy and kind side.

You have a noble spirit, which permeates everything and radiates to the sun, moon and stars. It is this spirit that secretly conquered me?

Recalling the past really makes me sad. I did a lot of wrong things and broke your heart, so I love my loving mother!