Poems about Women s Day, shorter, thank you, hurry up

Mother, Mother is like the winter sun, when I encounter setbacks, he encourages me, comforts me, and warms my heart.

Mother, Mother is like a bright light in the night, when I am lost, she will guide me, illuminate me, and walk towards the light, Mother, Mother is like the bright moon in the autumn night, when I am lonely and helpless, she will accompany me, support me, and give me confidence.

Mother, she is busy for me all day long, tirelessly, without regrets, so, on this annual Mother's Day.

I don't understand everything you give me.

You're here to keep my eyes open.

And so the world unfolded before my eyes.

I began to walk around this strange street of life.

But I can always see a pair of big hands protecting the guide.

I chased after those big hands, caressing the vicissitudes of history that were covered with them, but I couldn't help but sigh that the time had not been restored.

It's this pair of longing eyes.

You don't stop, you keep walking.

I don't know what the end is.

Your soul has been detached from your body.

The soul doesn't feel tired?

The world will eventually be closed by the eyes.

The streets you walk through will never be stranger again.

Looking at those big beautiful hands, my eyes were blurry.

Mother, I think of you again tonight. I decided to write a poem for you, even if it is not well written, even if you are far away from home, you will never be able to read ......

Mother, if you see a very small white dan boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he fell asleep for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes, and she begs him to return with her love and sorrow. (Ice Heart).

March 8 of the new calendar is a national holiday in our country, and there will be a half-day holiday to celebrate all girls who have reached the age of 12.

The short poem about Women's Day is shared as follows:

1. The moon in the sky looks like a ball of silver from afar. After a long night, the wind gradually trembled and tightened, blowing away the moonside clouds for the slaves, and seeing the negative people.

2, it is a crime for a woman to make a sincere article, and it is even more chanting in the moon. It is not my business to grind through the iron inkstone, but it is merit to embroider and fold the gold needle.

Wandering Ziyin - Meng Jiao

Daylilies give birth to the hall steps, and the wanderer travels to the end of the world. In front of the mother's house, there are no daylily flowers. Mother's martyrdom day--- in the afterglow of this life and this life.

My most heartless cries were twice, once at the beginning of my life.

Once at the end of your life, the first time I won't remember listening to you.

The second time you won't know it's useless for me to say, in the middle of the two cries, there was endless laughter.

Over and over again, you know and I know.

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A river of youth suddenly flows away, Mom! I stopped next to a blue sky and leaned my bike against the sun.

Underwater blue sky deep and wide water: boundless clouds, wandering clouds everywhere At this time, the flowers in my life suddenly bloomed.

It's messy and beautiful! I drank the waves, stepped on the bicycle and sold the waves, the wheels rolled, I was far away, and it disappeared completely!

Left with my body beside a large expanse of endless surging blue, my poems record life blooming with the flowers of fate

I am left to live in green mountains and clear waters, digging reeds and working, and I am left to live with my mother's poems, living melancholy, singing, and full of hope.