Who has the poetry of mother s love and father s love, write it himself!!!!!!!!!!!! 5

2. Mother is like a big ship.

Carry us to the sea.

To seek the mystery of life.

To explore the wonders of the world.

Mother is like a mountain.

It contains all things.

Nurture us to grow.

Strengthen our bodies and minds.

Mother is like a beautiful song.

Take us on a journey of all directions.

With her beautiful tunes.

Singing the history of the motherland.

Mother is like a spring breeze.

It gives birth to all things in the world.

Yingying's steps.

Brought a lot of vitality.

The Mountain of Father's Love (poetry).

The Mountain of Father's Love. Son of the Snowy Mountains.

It's like my father's upright shoulders.

Takes on the life of the whole family.

The left hand is hardship, and the hand is blood and sweat.

Look up to heaven and bless. The Emperor bless my loved ones.

Don't let the salty tide of the Oujiang River erode the land where you live.

Don't let the September typhoon blow over my hut.

Much like his father's tall back.

Creeping in my childhood vision.

One hand hoes and the other hand supports the plow.

Every year in the spring of the fragrance of milk vetch.

Watering and sowing the hope of the earth.

Pray for the storms and tribulations of the world.

Don't hurt your children's faith.

Yangfu Mountain, the soul of the father of the city.

You are watching in the fields on the edge of the city.

The city grows up under your care.

But you grow old in the gaze of the city.

Scoop a spoonful of water from the Oujiang River.

Can I still moisturize your chapped lips?

Take a handful of Wu Yue's wind.

Can I still stretch the wrinkles on your brow?

Yangfu Mountain, the last mountain in the city.

Like mountains and seas, father's love bears the load.

Why in the neon lights of the city's drunken gold fans.

Your back standing outside my window.

Always so weak and helpless.

Every time I look at you, every time I feel inexplicably sad.

The Mountain of Father's Love (poetry).

The Mountain of Father's Love. Son of the Snowy Mountains.

It's like my father's upright shoulders.

Takes on the life of the whole family.

The left hand is hardship, and the hand is blood and sweat.

Look up to heaven and bless. The Emperor bless my loved ones.

Don't let the salty tide of the Oujiang River erode the land where you live.

Don't let the September typhoon blow over my hut.

Much like his father's tall back.

Creeping in my childhood vision.

One hand hoes and the other hand supports the plow.

Every year in the spring of the fragrance of milk vetch.

Watering and sowing the hope of the earth.

Pray for the storms and tribulations of the world.

Don't hurt your children's faith.

Yangfu Mountain, the soul of the father of the city.

You are watching in the fields on the edge of the city.

The city grows up under your care.

But you grow old in the gaze of the city.

Scoop a spoonful of water from the Oujiang River.

Can I still moisturize your chapped lips?

Take a handful of Wu Yue's wind.

Can I still stretch the wrinkles on your brow?

Yangfu Mountain, the last mountain in the city.

Like mountains and seas, father's love bears the load.

Why in the neon lights of the city's drunken gold fans.

Your back standing outside my window.

Always so weak and helpless.

Every time I look at you, every time I feel inexplicably sad.

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt. Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs. This verse celebrates the one who silently helps behind us, and this is the Mother!

Mother's love is like a cup of tea, mother's love.

Hello; Mother's love is the first love in the world, and it is love that does not ask for anything in return.

My tears were gently wiped by my mother's hand.

I grew up in a cradle pushed by my mother.

The first sleepy step I took was when my mother helped me to walk, and the first sentence I learned was; Mom.

Every step of my growth was the hard work of my mother.

The child has grown up, but the mother is already full of hair.

Dear mother, no matter what I do, I can't tell my mother about it.

Mom, I love you and wish you health, happiness, and happiness. Hope.

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt, the dense sewing before leaving, the intention of returning late, who said an inch of carelessness, repaid Sanchunhui. --

Meng Jiao's "Wanderer's Yin".

Once, I didn't help you write, and in the middle I wrote some stories you know about mother's love for missing rent, or wrote about some things I have personally experienced. ）

How can this story about (the story of mother's love, what my mother did for me) not move me? It was my mother who gave me life; It was my mother who watered me with sweat. My mother was the first teacher in my life.

I love my mother.

Hope. Return to the Omen].

Paper Boat - Ice Heart.

I never let go of a piece of paper, I always kept it—kept it, folded it into a very small boat, and threw it out of the boat and into the sea.

Some were swept into the windows of the boat by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck on the bow of the boat.

I still don't lose heart and stack it every day, always hoping that one of them will flow to where I want him to go.

Mother, if you see a very small boat in your dreams, do not be surprised that he fell into a dream for no reason, this is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes, thousands of rivers and mountains, begging him to return with her love and sorrow.

Mother is as humble as moss, solemn as the morning light, soft as the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River, as hard as a thousand years of cold jade, when she raises her eyes, she is the bright moon, when she bows her head, she is reckless earth.

Ba Jin did not write poems about the love of mothers.

A poem of maternal love.

I never want to give up a piece of paper, I always keep it—keep it.

They were folded into very small boats and thrown out of the boat and thrown into the sea.

Some were blown into the window of the sedan by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow of the boat.

I still don't lose heart, stacking it every day, always hoping that one can flow to where I want it to go.

Mother, if you see a very small white boat in your dreams, don't be surprised that it falls asleep for no reason.

This is your beloved daughter's tears, thousands of rivers and mountains, begging it to carry her love.

and sorrow returns.

A loving mother loves her son, not for retribution. Han Liu An.

In October, the fetus is heavy, and the three lives are light. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

One foot and three inches of baby, ten and eight years of work. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

The mother is called the child lying dry, and the mother is sleeping wet. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

The mother and the child have not been seen, and the child is uneasy. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

The old mother is 100 years old and often misses her 80 sons. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

The former mother is here, and the prodigal son does not feel cold. "Song of Persuasion of Filial Piety".

Thousands of loves, thousands of graces, love me, who know my parents? "Children's Language".

The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, pulling up the sleeves of her shirt and leaving it behind. Tang Han Yu Mu Yi Hui Tong tube, Wu Su Shen Mang Silent Night Terrace. "Collection of Aphorisms".

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt. Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs. Tang Mengjiao.

Xi Mengmu, choose a neighbor. If you don't learn, you will be cut off. "Three Character Classic".

Mother, the first parent in the world; Mother's love, the first love in the world. The word is strict.

The only unpolluted love in the world is motherly love. When Ziyan succeeds, everyone is a friend. But only the mother - she is the partner when she fails. Zheng Zhenduo mourns his parents and gives birth to me. The Book of Songs

What is it like to have no father, and what is it necessary to be without a mother? The Book of Songs

The virtue of the father, the inheritance of the son. The word is strict.

Parents Degao; Good education for children. Aphoristic Couplet

Don't be happy if you have a child, don't sigh if you don't have a child. Tang Hanyu.

People see that it is good to give birth to boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women urge people to grow old. Tang Wang built the world's all-in-one parents; The rarest brother in the world. "Aphorisms".

Being a parent is the best in the world; As a child, the world is filial piety. "Aphorisms".

My father gave birth to me, my mother bowed to me, caressed me, raised me, grew me, nurtured me, cared for me, and restored me. The Book of Songs

If the father is not kind, the son is not filial; If the brother is not a friend, the brother is disrespectful; The husband is unjust.

The woman is not going well. The North and the South are pushing Yan.

There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, there are no strict teachers and friends outside, and there are few successful people. Song Lu Gong wrote what his parents wanted, and I will continue to describe it; What my parents recount, I love. "Aphorisms".

The only unpolluted love in the world is motherly love.

The greatest love in the world is maternal love, and the most delicate love in the world is maternal love! Mother's love is the juice that nourishes my heart; Mother's love is a beacon that illuminates my way forward! Yes! How beautiful a mother's love is!