My mother is celebrating her birthday and wants to send a poem to help

The prose poem I gave to my mother for my birthday is a cup in the living room I have repented for you and raised it high in the morning In addition to blessings and sunshine What else do you need from a mother My eyes pass through the longing and anticipation of being away from home For the first time, I wrote down my love for you The monitor Will it cover up the fine porcelain outpouring What else I can't think of Those happy notes The carnations blooming in the flower shop The warm and humid climate of my hometown All flew up Unfurled wings and the square blue clear finch towards me landed accurately Let me close my eyes and beckon my heart back into your arms Hold a hand of mother's love, in the palm of your hand, the distant sky is starry

Poems dedicated to Mother's Day 1

It is a big ship that carries us to the sea, to pursue the mystery of life, to explore the wonders of the world.

It is a high mountain that contains all things, nourishes us, grows and strengthens our body and mind.

It is a moving song, which takes us to travel all over the world, sings the history of the motherland with her beautiful tune, and the mother is a spring breeze blowing all things in the world.

Yingying's steps bring vitality, and her mother is a trace of spring rain that moistens all things on the earth.

Yes! I love you darkly, and you are the eternal love of my heart.

Poems dedicated to Mother's Day 2

Mother, can you use the hands of withered bark?

Brush away the frost that has already turned gray on your temples? I know.

The bow of the red ribbon bleachs the hair in memory.

It's been a long time. Mother, if you are nothing, you still gently squirm and loosen your teeth unhurriedly. With the laughter in the curtain of tears, singing the songs and ballads that are still fresh in childhood, memories are the snakes of longing.

Draw out a word and meander in, the remnants of my life's residual pain, you still don't hesitate to lick off the poison of my high celery pride with this thousand-split tongue. I will always be a child who will never grow up in front of you.

Therefore, a vague topic called Yuyou as a mother's love is undoubtedly the most stupid injury for wanderers.

Secretly, the person who used to be as famous as a chrysanthemum, you are old, and there is your remaining medicinal fragrance on the edge of the colored porcelain bottle.

Su silk deep old years. The heart of love is still wiped in the practice.

The crazy autumn wind that can't hide your care has risen. Even in the lonely shadow, don't catch a cold if you kiss you. Anytime, anywhere.

The sunset should cling to a crutch called a child and you, the seeds of the vegetation on the fertile soil are sprouting, growing and growing and I, at this moment. I just want to hear you call - my milk name. In a trance, mother.

It was as if I had returned to the courtyard, to the well where I had drawn water as a child.

Last night it was sunny but it rained, and today it is sunny on a rainy day. On the birthday of the deceased mother, she waved her hand with tears of sadness.

Missing her dead mother. of ancient poems.

Shou filial piety does not know the red sunset, and often looks at the white clouds to fly.

I want to see the sound and tears, and I want to listen to the lesson silently.

Qing] Jiang Shiquan.

The love of the son is endless, and he is happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely sewn, and the ink marks of the family letter are new.

When he met Pian Qingqing, Hu'er asked about the hardships. He was ashamed of the son of man, and he didn't dare to sigh for the dust.

Yutai Yong] Looking south to his hometown, in the sea of clouds:

Picturesque view. Sigh wanderer, thousands of miles, empty labor and worry.

How many sorrows and joys are there over the years?

How bitter and spicy is life?

To my mother, tell me again in my dreams, I am not afraid.

1. In the fifteenth year of colorful clothes, before Chenghuan's loving mother.

Source: Tang Meng Haoran, "Sending Zhang Shenming to Jingzhou and Jingzhou Province".

Interpretation: Fifteen years old is the age to wear the clothes of the uncrowned, live with the mother, serve in front of the mother, and enjoy the family fun.

2. The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise but does not wait.

Source: Han Han Ying's "Han Poetry Biography".

Interpretation: The tree wants to calm down, but the wind doesn't stop, and the children want to support their parents well, but their parents are no longer there.

3. Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

Source: Tang Mengjiao's "The Wanderer's Yin".

Interpretation: Who said that the son's heart, which is as weak as grass, can repay his mother's love like the spring sun?

4. What's wrong with being fatherless? What's the point of being motherless?

Source: The Book of Songs of the Zhou Dynasty

Interpretation: Who did I rely on without a father? Who did I rely on without a mother?

5. Mother's love is nothing to repay, and life is even more demanding!

Source: Tang Li Shangyin, "Sending My Mother Back to My Hometown".

Interpretation: My mother's kindness to me cannot be repaid, what is the meaning of life in the world?!

Extended information: Mother, a type of kinship title, the child's name for the woman who gave birth to him/her, commonly known as mother. It is also used as a metaphor for a certain group or thing that raises people.

Mothers are celebrated in all cultures, and the greatness of mothers is celebrated in a variety of ways. This has produced a lot of literary works, film and television works, etc.

Mother's Day (mother's day), as a day of thanksgiving to mothers, first appeared in ancient Greece on January 8 every year, while in China, the United States, Canada, and some other countries, it is the second Sunday of May every year, and the date is different in some other countries. Mothers usually receive gifts on this day. Carnations are seen as flowers dedicated to mothers.

The mother flower of our country is the daylily flower, also known as the forgetfulness grass.

My dear mother loves you not for two or three days, and wants to see you every day. I like to wear your clothes and hold your hand, love you and respect your heart.

Mother, I thank you and wish you a happy birthday.

Deeply blessed with eternal health, love and admiration full of heart, the old have no worries, and the mother's kindness is boundless;

Life is smooth and auspicious, smiling every day, happy and happy sunset, happy and happy every day.

-- I love my mother's happy birthday.

Original).

Kodama Kiyofang shines on its own!

Zi Yingjing Hua shoots autumn water!

The congratulatory message is comparable to Lushan Waterfall!

You are like green mountains and white clouds!

Born for the festive season is providential!

The day is in full bloom in early autumn!

Fast talk always comes first!

Be intoxicated with joy in your heart! Look at the first word of each sentence and wish yourself a happy birthday to your mother.