When you came into the world, she held you in her arms.
How do you thank her?
You thanked her by yelling, kicking and pushing;
When you were one year old, she fed you and bathed you,
< p>You thanked her by being naughty and crying;When you were two years old, she taught you to walk,
But you thanked her by deliberately avoiding;
Hoes and the scorching sun
Become under the roof in August
Idle scenery
The wilderness of hometown
August Father Crops nurtured with life
An objective summary of his sweat
A bumper harvest is within reach
Corn grins
Sorghum is shy and awkward
These characteristics are like his father
Purely genetic
My father
He is also the father of the crops
He is happy and sighing
The heavy harvest
February to August
On the calendar The journey
is not that far
But my father
a father who has been bent down by sixty years
leaning on farm tools crutches
trudging hard
my father couldn’t sit in the car
the fast car
arrived at the finish line
< p>Every calendar from February to Augusthas my father’s deep footprints
Because he shoulders our shoulders
Great agriculture
How to praise my father
This plant gave us food and food and clothing
Gifts of our crops
Let’s compare him to a painter
Because my art friends said
The sunflowers in my father’s harvest painting
are better than Van Gogh’s works
not inferior
Father
There is a festival in June
You and I are very familiar with it
But maybe my father doesn’t know
You still Busy every day
My own myriad things
You don’t know what a kind and warm father he is in the hearts of his children
Name
You have always been silent for so many years
Outside the world
Living your life in obscurity
You and your mother Support each other
Guard your love that is not love
Like two tamarisk trees in the desert kingdom
Like two old pines on the top of a high mountain
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You are enduring the humiliation
Sowing the seeds of love day by day
Let the young and childish children gradually become more mature in the hardships
You are getting older slowly
Your hair is getting whiter and your waist is getting bower and bower
Time is cold and ruthless
It steals away I saw your youthful and beautiful face
On such a quiet night
I opened my eyes in the dark
I want to write my poem
Flying in the sky
I want you to stop frowning
Let you have a sweet and happy smile
All year round Daggering in front of us
You never tell me your troubles and worries
Because I am your daughter (son)
You never let me I have seen your tears
Because you don’t want me to think
that you are weak and incompetent
But every night I think of you
I want to tell you all
I love you deeply, my father
Your joy is my joy
Dad has suffered all his life Tired of your efforts, you only have one belief: seeking happiness for your children. It is because of your hard work that the family is harmonious and happy, and the life is getting better day by day. Maybe only mother is good in the world. Not many people are calling for it, because it is undeniable that father’s contribution to the family is no more than that of mother. In real society, father is the source of income for the family. He silently supports the whole family without any complaints. In the eyes of fathers all over the world
Nothing is more important than relying on his family, so as a father, he is destined to work hard for the comfort and happiness of his family members throughout his life. What a respectable and great father. There is no love in the world more selfless than father's love. Father's Day is here to express our gratitude to our fathers. Express your sincere love, father. When he was hazy, he was like a big mountain. Sitting on his shoulders, he could always see far and far away. When he was sensible, his father was a stubborn bent pine. Only then did he realize that my weight is so heavy, so heavy. But now Father, you are a deep poem. My son silently reads and tears gently flow. My father is a blue sky, a distant sky, a deep green, mysterious mountains, tranquility, deep vastness, vibrant earth, all living beings, such a harmonious opportunity between man and nature. The ridge in the field is The beautiful five-line musical notation, the grains fluttering in the wind, are the dancing notes, the nine-melody stretch of the mountain road is the string of heaven and earth, it is the fathers' light steps that pluck it, and what pops out is actually the swan song of life. Sweat rushes through the canals dug by the years. The plowing waves and the protruding veins are the Great Wall built by strength. The spirit of Yu Gong who moved the mountains extends from here. The moonlight nourishes this quiet night. The water in front of the house takes away all the fatigue. I touch the peace in the snoring and feel the white hair in the mirror. The light of my father's years, built up by the wind and rain, is engraved on my father's forehead, which deeply outlines the wisdom and life. The flower has faded away. My father's grace is no longer still. The traces of the passing are covered with dead leaves and luxuriant grass. They have long since disappeared. Why are the years like this? In a hurry, I remember that evening when my father took my little hand to see the sunset. The sky was stained with red clouds, as if my father was expecting a dream of mine. I felt guilty and dared not look directly into my father’s expectant eyes. The vast clouds were like my father’s love for me. I love you so much that I feel so happy that I want to cry. When I was young, my father always said to me: I am the big tree and you are the little tree. Now that I have grown up, the little tree wants to say to my father: You will always be my big tree. Father’s hand Standing on the railings in Fucheng City, looking at the fragrant soil of my hometown, I think of my father walking on the soil thousands of mountains away. At that time, my father walked like the wind, changing various hoeing postures, getting close to the soil with farm tools, loving the soil, kissing us and rolling by. The fields full of energy in March. In those days, my not-so-luxurious poems grew in the fields. One by one, I crossed my father’s head and stood like my father. It was my father’s wish for me for many years. I had been away from home for many years, and a hunchbacked figure came to my mind. Standing in September with a shining sickle in my hand, standing on the golden field ridge in September, blessing, writing to my father. They say that the wind can crack stones. They say that rain can rust steel. They say that time can bend your spine. Only Your will is indomitable and unchangeable, carrying the weight of the entire family's life. My father's tenderness is like water. I have played chess with you for thousands of years, with no solution. My line of defense, my horse, marching towards your lair step by step, father, a game of discord, I can't destroy your moat, you can't attack my crystal palace, father, father's road tells me that the heart monument I put up will be the way forward. The road signpost is continuing in my life. My ordinary father has no carols, no feats, only stories that make me miss you. I should stride forward with brave faith to stretch my father's road to a glorious tomorrow. It's Father's Day and Father's Day again. My father has never known it, just like he has never known fatigue, father! How many times have you missed our dinner together? How many times have you quietly left me in my dreams? How many times have you remembered the gentleness of your hands that have been doing farm work all your life on my face? How many times have you had your strong body? Father, he fell down because of us! I suddenly smelled a strong smell of loess. No, it was a strong smell of man emanating from your body. My eyes were captured by tears again. Father! Your blood flows in my veins, Father! It’s Father’s Day again and you have received another blessing from me
When you were three years old, she prepared food for you,
and you threw it all over the floor to thank her. ;
When you were four years old; she bought you colored pens and taught you how to draw.
You thanked her with graffiti on the wall;
When you were five years old; she bought you new clothes,
you deliberately jumped in the mud puddle to see if she could wash away the dirt, so as to thank her;
When you were six; she took you to school,
You stiffened your neck and refused to go, thanking her with stubbornness, punches and kicks;
When you were seven years old, she bought you a ball,
You actually used it to break the glass window next door to thank her;
When you were eight years old, she bought you ice cream,
You dropped it all over the floor to thank her. She;
When you were nine years old; she saved money to let you learn piano,
you lost your temper and refused to practice to thank her;
When you were ten years old; she drove you to various places to participate in activities,
You thought she was too slow, so you walked away to thank her;
When you were eleven years old When she took you and your friends to the movies,
you actually said to her: I don’t want to sit with you;
When you were twelve years old; She reminds you not to watch bad TV,
But you feel resentful and hope she will leave as soon as possible and leave you alone;
When you are thirteen years old; she tells you about your hairstyle How do you thank her for her beauty?
How do you thank her? You said: "You are too old and outdated."
When you were fourteen; she let you go to summer camp for a whole month on vacation, and you thanked her by never hearing from her Her;
When you were fifteen years old; she came home tired and hoped you could give her a hug, but you closed the door and refused to let her enter your home. room;
When you were sixteen; she taught you to drive,
but you crashed the car to thank her;
When you were seventeen when; she said she had to wait for an important call,
but you stayed on the phone line all night, ignoring her;
When you were eighteen; you After graduating from high school, she cried for you.
What about you? Stay up all night to thank her;
When you were nineteen, she sent you to college.
As you approached the door, you thought she was ugly and didn't want your friends to see her. , tell her to go away quickly;
When you are twenty years old, she cares about you making friends,
You say: That is none of your business;
< p>When you are twenty-one years old; she reminds you to study hard and choose a good career.You say to her: I will never do what you do. What is the future like you? ?
When you were twenty-two years old; she attended your graduation ceremony,
You said to her: Mom, give me money and let me go to Europe;< /p>
When you are twenty-three years old; you work and she helps you arrange a place to live.
You and your friends laugh at her for her choice of furniture;
When When you were twenty-four years old, you had a friend and she asked you about your future plans.
You shouted irritably: Mom-----;
When you were two years old When you were fifteen, you got married and she hugged you and cried.
How did you thank her?
You move to a place far away and don’t visit her, nor let her visit you;
When you are thirty; she cares about your children,
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You said, the child is mine, you don’t have to meddle;
When you are forty years old, she reminds you to call a relative who is celebrating his birthday,
You tell her that you are too busy now;
When you are fifty, she will be sick and need your help,
You say, the old man is really My burden, so cumbersome - I finally forgot about her.
One day, she finished her life,
At that time, you thought,
The tree wants to be quiet but the wind never stops,
< p>The son wants to be raised but the relatives are not there.What exactly is a mother?
How to thank your mother?
My mother is a master of sculpture. I - am my mother's best masterpiece. Compared to mother, Rodin is nothing! Rodin's stones are still carved out of stone. What the mother carves out is life! Mother has the broadest mind. Compared to mother, what does Buddha mean? My mother gave me all her joy without complaint, and took away my pain without regret. Even after Buddha died, he still occupied so much land in the world. My mother said: When I was alive, I never had a good sleep. When I closed my eyes and slept peacefully, I was satisfied to find a place where no one would disturb me.
The word great has been used countless times, and I suddenly realized: Great, the most worthy gift to my mother! Greatness is mother, mother is greatness. Greatness is the patent of mother, and greatness is specially created for mother. When I was abroad, whenever I thought of my mother's silver hair, whenever I "saw" my mother's haggard face, whenever I encountered my mother's melancholy eyes, tears had already filled my eyes and flowed into my heart. My mother is illiterate. She can't even write her own name well, and she has to count on her fingers for a long time how much one plus one equals. She can't shout slogans, let alone dance with words; her mother is as clumsy with a pen as Confucius with a hoe. It is said that Confucius is the most knowledgeable and moral. Compared to his mother, what does Confucius mean? Confucius helped the emperor do so many bad things, but his mother never did any of them. The good deeds my mother has done are as numerous as the stars in the sky! The mother is a farmer. Mother not only raised us sisters and brothers with her hard-working hands, but also contributed a lot of life and steel to society. Maybe your mother’s sweat is flowing in your rice bowl. The mother is a poor person. Her mother's salary was paid to herself. She had paid herself wages for sixty years, and together she could not afford to treat the rich to a banquet. They were eggs laid by the chickens that my mother raised. My mother was reluctant to eat them, so she took them to the farmer's market in exchange for them. Whenever the mother holds the hard-earned "gold", she will always pat the chicken's wings with a rare smile and say softly: "Good chicken, let's lay more eggs!" Oh! Mother, do you remember? It was a winter night, and I was gently awakened by a warm hand while I was still sleeping. Those are mother's hands. I reluctantly opened my sleepy eyes. ah! What appears in front of you is a bowl of white, bright and pearl-like rice, hot and fragrant. I asked: "What is this?" "Rice, eat it while it's hot." I ate it in my stomach. "It's delicious! Is there any more?" "No more!" My mother answered me guiltily. That was the first time I saw rice, the first time I tasted fragrant rice! My mother worked in the production team and got it from the team when she worked overtime late at night. One bowl per person. What a fragrant rice that is! My mother was still young and beautiful at that time! More than twenty years have passed, and the mother has given up her youth and beauty to her children! Nowadays, eating rice is as common as eating rice and drinking water. But I have never eaten that fragrant rice again. What an unforgettable night it was! Just because of that bowl of the most fragrant rice. Mother! Can you give me such fragrant rice again? I would like to put on your silver hair for you, in exchange for your youth and beauty back then! Mother! Tonight is a starry night! My companions and I sang and laughed. The Spring Festival is coming soon. I will go home during the Spring Festival this year. I still don’t know how to express my feelings! No matter how good the gift is, it cannot bring you back your youth and beauty! Mother, please don't work yourself too hard! My son can't take care of you out of town! I'm working hard and never forget it! Let you no longer worry about daily necessities. Mother, mother! You should have a good smile! Hymn to Mother When I was young, I heard that the moon is like my mother, and all the stars in the sky are her children. The stars are like many brothers and sisters, living together in a big family and loving each other. On my first long trip after growing up, mother, you silently packed the clothes that you had sewn with your own hands, along with a selfless heart like the moon, and all your love into my luggage. In that dream of twinkling stars, how many times did you cover me with the quilt that fell aside? My tears of concern beat on the road under my feet, and every tear was a poem praising my mother.
Mother's love is the connection of blood and veins, which is the blessing of children. Mother's pain is like the spring wind. Only when she gently blows the earth will a piece of green appear. Mother's love is the clouds in the sky, which always allows the scorching sun to pass through her body first and breathe out to the earth. The wind changes the rain and brings peace. Mother's love is the clouds after the rain. It always keeps the washed earth lying in my arms. I compose the colorful dreams of life in the high sky. A poem written for my mother. Mother, I have wanted to write a poem for you for a long time. I have written poems many times but still haven’t gotten it right, mother. I don’t know how to start this poem for you, I don’t know how to end, and I don’t know what to write. It’s like facing your harsh slap when I was a child. I don’t know. Should I accept it bravely or choose to escape from my mother? Tonight I think of you again and I decide to write a poem for you. Even if it is not well written, even if you are far away in my hometown, you will never be able to read it... Mother, if you are in your dream If you see a small white boat, don't be surprised if it falls into a dream for no reason. This is what your beloved daughter wrote with tears in her eyes, asking him to carry her love and sorrow back home. ——Bing Xin, your pale fingertips are caressing my temples. I can’t help but hold on to your clothes as tightly as I did when I was a child. In order to keep your disappearing figure, my mother, even though the morning light has cut the dream into smoke, I still I dare not 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. Isn’t the flow of mother’s years also ruthless? I am afraid that the memory will fade in the same way. How dare I open its screen so easily? I once cried to you as a thorn. Now I have a crown of thorns. I dare not make a sound or moan. Mother, I often look up at your picture sadly. Even if the call can penetrate the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep? I still can't. I dare to display the sacrifices of love like this. Although I have written many songs for the flowers, for the sea, and for the dawn, my sweet and deep memory of mother is not a torrent, not a waterfall, but a dry well hidden by flowers and trees that cannot sing - Shu Ting's mother is as humble as moss, as majestic as the morning sun, as soft as the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River, and as strong as the thousand-year-old cold jade. When she raises her eyes, she is the bright moon, and when she lowers her head, she is the vast earth. ——Love (1) Your greatness has condensed my flesh and blood. Your greatness has shaped my soul. Your life is a voyage of love. You use beautiful annual rings to compile a calendar that exudes the fragrance of ink. Every year, I Spend time in your deep love, play on your shoulders and knees (2) You are a big tree, leaning on you in spring, imagining, relying on you in summer, prosperity, and maturing in autumn, leaning on you in winter, meditating on your tall and broad tree. Canopy ~ Make the four fields never wild Mother, you gave me life, you are the land that nurtured me to grow up (3) M.:5 When I am sad, you are the comfort. When I am depressed, you are the hope. When I am weak, you are the strength in your little bay. You have broadened my horizons while hiding from the wind and rain. You are my eternal best friend and the driving force of life (4). With love and compassion, you carefully lean over to protect you. You fully reveal your bright mind, your energetic smile is strong, and your boiling blood flows endlessly. (5) 94 Let me be immersed in your joy, let me enjoy in your warmth, let me be intoxicated in your arms, let me nestle in your arms (6)' There is a touch of poetry in the long clouds There is endless love in the poem. There is deep affection in the endless love. Deep affection has deep meaning (7) yLl If mother is the rain, then I will be the rainbow after the rain. If mother is the moon, then I will hold the moon. The star mother is the root of my growth and I am the ideal fruit of my mother (8) m~\b When I grow up, my mother’s black hair is like the frost on the maple leaves, dotted with silver light. I kiss those years deeply. Traces of j)` Hold my heart and give it to you (9) Y May the fragrant and mellow sweetness linger in your life_ May my silver bell-like laughter fill your brows May all my blessings rub into you "A green leaf in your heart is full of friendship to its roots. An ode condenses my respect and love for you." Let the flowers in your heart bloom like clouds and let the fragrance accompany you through the long years. The wanderer chants the thread in Meng Jiao's loving mother's hand, and the wanderer wears his clothes. Before leaving. The seams are so tight that I am afraid that I will return later. Who said that the heart of a piece of grass can be repaid by three springs? The old robe is still there after being exposed for thirty years. Although the collar is torn, it is still warm, and it cannot be removed lightly. There is a loving mother on it. Old thread marks. Author: (Qing Dynasty) Zhou Shouchang's mother's bell. When you come back disappointed, my child, no matter how tall you are, your mother's heart can still surround you.
I would like to be your "Mother Bell" until the old bell is broken (1)
Your greatness condenses my flesh and blood
Your greatness shapes my soul
Your life is a voyage of love
You use beautiful annual rings
to compile a calendar that exudes the fragrance of ink
I spend every year in your affection
Playing on your shoulders and knees
(2)
You are a big tree
Spring relies on you to dream
Summer relies on you to prosper
Autumn relies on you to mature.
Winter relies on you to meditate< /p>
Your tall and broad canopy~
The wilderness will never be wild
Mother, you gave me life
You nurtured me to grow The land
(3)
You are the comfort when I am sad
You are the hope when I am depressed
You are the hope when I am weak Strength
Take shelter from the wind and rain in your little cove
You have broadened my horizons
You are my forever best friend and the driving force of life
< p>(4).You carefully bend over to guard with love and compassion
You show your bright mind to the fullest
Your energetic smile is strong
p>Your boiling blood is flowing endlessly
(5)
Let me immerse myself in your joy
Let me enjoy being in your In the warmth
Let me be intoxicated in your arms
Let me nestle in your arms
(6)
There is a faint poetry in the leisurely clouds
There is a lingering love in the faint poetry
There is a deep feeling in the lingering love
A deep feeling There is a deep meaning in it
(7)
If mother is the rain, then I will be the rainbow after the rain
If mother is the moon, then I will be holding the moon. The star
My mother is the root of my growth
I am the ideal fruit of my mother
(8)
I have grown up as a mother The black hair is like those on maple leaves
The frost stars are shining with silver light
I deeply kiss the traces of those years j)`
I give my heart to you
(9)
May the fragrant and mellow sweetness linger in your life_
May my smile be like a silver bell The sound fills your eyebrows
May all my blessings rub into your heart
A green leaf is full of friendship to its roots
An ode is condensed My love for you"
Let the flowers in your heart bloom like clouds
Let the fragrance accompany you through the long days
of the day.
When I walked into the rainy season,
My mother had just passed by.
Give half of the umbrellas that protect my children from the wind and rain to my mother,
My mother pushed it to me again,
Ah, the children under the umbrella,
The mother outside the umbrella.
The rain is no longer rain,
It is a tree of tears of happiness sent to the world by God
Life is like walking on a windy and rainy road,
My mother is at the forefront.
Let me Some umbrellas to protect the children from the wind and rain were given to the mother,
The mother passed them to me,
Ah, the children under the umbrella,
The mother outside the umbrella.< /p>
The rain is no longer rain,
It is a tree of happy tears sent by God to the world
Dear mother, I love you
I will always be your child who will never grow up
I will always need the caress of your palms
Dear mother, I love you
Like a stream to a mountain As affectionate as ever
I hug you warmly
Selflessly cherishing the warmth of spring
I am a wild goose flying south
With a desire as fresh as butter
I love you, my dear mother
I love you, the breath, air and moisture of the mountains
In my youth, you carefully designed for me
Every second and every minute of my life
In many bright red days
With Follow the poems and passion of my stream
Write poems on your wrinkled forehead
Pick a bouquet of the brightest roses,
Sustenance for all If I love my mother,
My mother says I am stupid,
Rose is the flower that symbolizes love,
No,
it is also a child Flowers for my mother.
It’s been a long time since I heard the jokes my mother told me when I was a child.
I really regret it.
I haven’t listened to that part yet. After finishing the words, I fell asleep,
The mother said, silly boy,
The mother will never finish what she wants to say to her children.
I walked into the rainy season. At that time,
My mother had just passed by.
I gave half of the umbrellas used to protect my children from the wind and rain to my mother,
My mother pushed it to me again,
Ah children under the umbrella,
The mother outside the umbrella.
The rain is no longer rain,
It is a tree given to the world by God. Tears of happiness
The days are like walking on a road that is often windy and rainy,
The mother is at the forefront.
Let some umbrellas to protect the children from the wind and rain be given to the mother,< /p>
My mother pushed it to me again,
Ah, the children under the umbrella,
The mother outside the umbrella.
The rain is no longer rain. ,
It is a tree of happy tears sent by God to the world
Dear mother, I love you
I will always be your child who will never grow up
p>I will always need the caress of your palms
Dear mother, I love you
Like the deep love of a stream to a mountain
I am passionate The earth hugs you tightly
Selflessly cherishing the warmth of spring
I am a wild goose flying south
With a desire as fresh as butter< /p>
I love you, my dear mother
I love you, the breath, air and moisture of the mountains
In my youth, you carefully designed for me
Every second, every minute in life
In many bright red days
With the poetry and enthusiasm of my stream
Write poetry on your wrinkled forehead
Pick a bouquet of the brightest roses,
Write all the words of love for your mother,
My mother said I was stupid,
Rose is a flower that symbolizes love,
No,
it is also a flower that children give to their mothers.
It has been a long time since I heard the jokes my mother told me when I was a child.
I really regret it.
I fell asleep before I finished listening to those words.
The mother said, silly child,
The mother will never finish what she wants to say to her children.
>Another poem for this purpose: ***Mian
1. Mother in the wind and rain
The days seem to be walking on a road with frequent wind and rain,
Mother is here At the front.
Give mother some umbrellas to protect her children from the wind and rain,
My mother gave them to me again.
Ah, children under the umbrellas,
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The mother outside the umbrella,
The rain is no longer rain,
It is a tear of happiness sent by God to the world.
2, Mother, thank you for your hard work
The human body can leave,
but the person will not leave,
just like we will not forget our ancestors,
Forget mother.
Mother is the quilt on the body.
Without her, you will feel cold.
Mother is the salt in the dish.
Life without her would be meaningless.
Mother must have her pain.
Those wandering pains,
often hang on Her face was
intertwined with the smile looking at her children.
3. Great maternal love
Pick a bouquet of the brightest roses,
All the words of love for my mother,
My mother said I was stupid,
Rose is the flower that symbolizes love,
No ,
They are also flowers that children give to their mothers.
It has been a long time since I heard the jokes my mother told me when I was a child.
I really regret it.
I fell asleep before I finished listening to those words.
The mother said, silly child,
The mother will never finish what she wants to say to her children,< /p>
Even if I sleep in the grave,
You will always be my concern