Mother s love to write poems requires 80 words, what are the shorter poems about mother s love?

It reads as follows:1, "Paper Boat" - send to mother.

I never let go of a piece of paper, I always kept it—kept it.

Stacked into a very small boat, they were thrown out of the boat and thrown 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, stacking it every day, always hoping that one of them will 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 with tears in her eyes, thousands of rivers and mountains, begging it to carry her love and sorrow back.

2, "To Mother".

In the nest you have built, under your wings, my flesh is growing fuller.

I take your milk, caress and training, and my hair and limbs are controlled in a certain regularity.

Growing evenly and gracefully, I lay under your gaze and smile day after day.

Your breath tamed my blood, and I became shy, quiet, and full of warmth.

So, the wounds and tears of the earth tormented and supported my nerves.

There is a pathetic ** floating between the inside and the outside.

Mother's love is like spring raindrops.

I am the spring closed after the rain.

Snuggle up to your ankles and thrive.

Mother's love is like a lotus leaf in front of a sedan chair in summer.

I am the lotus flower on that leaf.

Snuggle up in the crook of your arm and be otherworldly.

A mother's love is like a tree in autumn.

I am the fruit of the tree.

Snuggle up in your hair and get fruitful.

Mother's love is like the sun in winter, and I am the plum blossom in the snow.

Snuggle up and stand proudly in your gaze.

Mom is the sunshine and I am the seed.

Under my mother's care, I grew up!

Even though I get angry with her sometimes, I still love her!

Mom is a gardener, I'm a flower.

My mother watered me every day, and I grew up happily!

Although my mother sometimes whispers in my ear - child, you must study hard!

Sometimes I don't listen, but I know she's doing it for my good!

Mom is the wind, I am the kite.

With my mother's efforts, I fly happily!

Although sometimes my mother is very strict with me and makes me feel very unconvinced!

But I still know that she is also for my good!

Mom is the river, I am the grass on the riverbank.

Her crystal clear water brings me happiness!

Although sometimes when my mom beats me, I hate her a little in my heart!

But I know it's all for my good!

Mom, I love you!

Mom, I love you so much!

Do you love your mom too, kids?

The clouds and temples are white and confused with your young figure, and the figure is hoarse and hoarse to your sweet voice, and the old voice shatters your good youth.

Life sprouts and blossoms in the palm of your gentle hand;

Looking at your gentle smile, I grew stronger, stronger—with your deep and shallow wrinkles.

The years bear witness to your great love, Mom! "Original Oh Dear".