I m going to give my teacher a gift in August, and I want to attach a poem about mother s love

is not a biological mother, but has the feelings of a mother;

Mom has never shouted out, and she has indeed ruled the soul for countless years.

How many times have I had bitterness in my heart, and I didn't dare to shed tears in my mother's face;

How many times have I had joy on my face and wanted to hug my mother, but I didn't stretch out my hand;

After each event, I silently prayed in my heart:

I wish the two mothers a long and healthy life!

Made for you according to your situation. Hope you like it!

It is the teacher who loves the mother, not the mother but the mother;

The road of life is more guided, and the flowers and trees are happy in spring.

Create your own! I can express my sincerity even more! Teachers are more likely to be moved!

Even if we don't write well enough, we're not professional poets after all.

No matter how long or short, she will accept your blessings, and maybe she will always remember that one of her classmates once wrote poems for her!

Why not write your own? Even if the writing is not satisfactory, it is the most touching, just write what you think, and you don't even need praise. The heart is to the party, the love is to the heart.

Treat the teacher as a mother, and be satisfied and wishful.

No, I look up and write a poem in private.

Mother's love Mother's love.

It is the communion of blood and veins.

It is a blessing for the children and a pain for the mother.

Mother's love is like the wind of spring.

She brushed it gently.

The earth will be green.

Mother's love is a cloud in the sky.

Always let the scorching sun. Drive through her first.

Breathe the wind for rain and rain on the earth.

Oh Mother! The storm in heaven came, and the birds hid in his nest;

The storm in my heart came, and I only hid in your arms.

Mother's love is like an idyll, distant and pure, elegant and light;

Mother's love is a landscape painting, washing away the lead carving, leaving a fresh and natural;

Mother's love is like an affectionate song, tactful and melodious, sung softly;

Mother's love is a warm wind, blowing away the snow and bringing infinite spring.

I wrote this myself! Unlike the others mentioned above.

Mother's smile.

My mother's smile is like the warm sun in winter, and when I encounter setbacks, he will encourage me and comfort me, so that I can laugh at them as well.

My mother's smile is like a light in the night, when I am lost, she will guide me, illuminate me, and let me get out of my lost in optimism.

My mother's smile is like the bright moon in the autumn night, when I am lonely and helpless, she seems to have been with me and supported me, making me feel a kind of strength from the heart.

My mother's smile is love, a song, and a soft breeze are everything I love, accompanying me on the road of life, and my chest is full of love at every step.

[Don't be an old mother].

Bow to the mother river beam, white hair and tears withered.

The miserable snowy night in Chaimen, at this time, it is better to have a son than nothing.

Drying old clothes.

The robe is still there, and the collar is torn but warm.

The heavy seams can't bear to be moved lightly, and there are old thread marks on the mother.

Sending My Mother Back to My Hometown" stopped in a daze, and trapped me as a prisoner.

Sentimentality starts from it, and tears of sorrow choke in the throat.

The loving mother is seriously ill and wants to vote for a famous doctor.

The car is in a hurry, and the sky is not left!

Mother's love is nothing to repay, and life is even more wanted!

The Wanderer's Song is in the middle line of the mother's hand, and the wanderer is wearing a shirt.

Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.

Whoever is careless will be rewarded with three springs.

"The Wanderer's Yin" Meng Jiao.

The middle line of the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt.

Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.

Whoever is careless will be rewarded with three springs.

Don't go to the old mother] Bow to the mother river beam, white hair and tears withered.

The miserable snowy night in Chaimen, at this time, it is better to have a son than nothing.

Drying old clothes.

The robe is still there, and the collar is torn but warm.

The heavy seams can't bear to be moved lightly, and there are old thread marks on the mother.

Sending My Mother Back to My Hometown" stopped in a daze, and trapped me as a prisoner.

Sentimentality starts from it, and tears of sorrow choke in the throat.

The loving mother is seriously ill and wants to vote for a famous doctor.

The car is in a hurry, and the sky is not left!

Mother's love is nothing to repay, and life is even more wanted!

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

2.The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, pulling up the sleeves of her shirt and leaving it behind. Tang Hanyu.

3.The middle line of the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt. Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. Whoever is careless will be rewarded with three springs. Tang Mengjiao.

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

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

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

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

8.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

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

10.The mother is hanging and Huitong is in charge, and Wusu is silent and silent. "Collection of Aphorisms".

11.In the eyes of parents, children are often part of themselves, and children are their ideal self again.

12.Mourn my parents, give birth to me, and work hard. The Book of Songs

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

14.The only unpolluted love in the world is motherly love. The word is strict.

15.When you are successful, everyone is a friend. But only the mother - she is the partner when she fails. Zheng Zhenduo.

The middle line of the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt. Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. Whoever is careless will be rewarded with three springs.

"The Wanderer's Yin" Meng Jiao.

The middle line of the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt.

Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.

Whoever is careless will be rewarded with three springs.

1.Wanderer Yin Whoever says an inch of grass will be rewarded with three springs

2."Farewell Mother" [Qing] Huang Zhongze. The miserable snowy night in Chaimen, at this time, it is better to have a son than nothing.

3, "Fifteen" [Song] Wang Anshi will be on the ditch of his mother and leave his home in Baihanyin.

4, "Home at the End of the Year" [Qing] Jiang Shiquan loves his son endlessly, and he is happy to return home.

5, "Mother Farewell Son" [Tang] Bai Juyi Mother and son, son and mother, crying bitterly without light during the day.

6, "Motherly Love" [Yuan] Yang Weizhen Motherly love, love young chicks, Zhao Jiaguangyi is the crown prince.

7, "Mo Xuan Tu" [Yuan] Wang Mian ? The loving mother leans on the door, and the wanderer travels hard.

8, "Whose Son" [Tang] Han Yu The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, and the sleeves of her shirt were not stopped.

9, "Short Song Xing" [Tang] Wang Jian People see that men and women are good, but they don't know that men and women urge people to grow old.

10, "Dai Beizhou Old Man Answer" [Tang] Zhang Wei knew that this farewell would be scattered, and it would not be enough to die and live together.

The middle line of 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.

"The Wanderer's Yin" Meng Jiao.

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three Chunhui "The Wanderer's Yin" Meng Jiao.

Bow to the mother river beam, white hair and tears dry. The miserable snowy night in Chaimen, at this time, it is better to have a son than nothing. "Farewell Mother" Huang Zhongze.

The white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, pulling up the sleeves of her shirt and leaving it behind.

The middle line of the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt.

Whoever is careless will be rewarded with three springs.

Wanderer Yin Whoever says an inch of grass will be rewarded with three springs

The middle line of the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt.