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Mother, Mother, you are so beautiful.
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The poems that sing the praises of Mother's Day are as follows:
Mother and tease are the greatest beings in our lives. Mother's love is selfless. Give unreservedly, give us the most real care, no matter the wind and rain or the sun, she always guards us.
For the sake of our happiness, mothers are willing to give up their lives to fight for our future. She was still working while we slept.
When we were growing up, we inevitably made mistakes, and our mothers always endured and forgave us, and taught us how to face life better. The meaning of Mother's Day. Every year, Mother's Day is a day for us to express our gratitude to our mothers, and it is also a special day to commemorate mothers.
Let's prepare holiday gifts for our mother and repay her tenderness.
A mother she has never met. For some orphans or those whose mothers have died, Mother's Day may be more lonely, but we can help them through this special holiday through charitable donations, for example. Let's thank Mother.
Because of Mother's love, we are able to have everything we have today, whether it is success or failure, we should be grateful for everything that Mother has given.
Mother is a person who is always worthy of our cherishment. Sing hymns on Mother's Day to remember all the achievements of the great mother, let us remember the immortal classics of the mother, and thank the mother for her dedication and care.
Expand your knowledge:
Mother's Day (mother's day), which is a day to thank mothers. Modern Mother's Day originated in the United States and is the second star call day in May every year. Mothers usually receive gifts on this day, and carnations are seen as flowers dedicated to mothers, while the mother flower in China is the daylily flower, also known as the forget-me-up grass.
Mother's Day originated in Greece, where the ancient Greeks paid homage to Hera, the mother of the gods in Greek mythology. In the mid-17th century, Mother's Day spread to England, and the British celebrated Mother's Day on the fourth Sunday of Lent. On this day, the children who are away from home will return home and bring small gifts to their mothers.
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The line in the hands of the loving mother, the wandering son Chatan was defeated by the reed clothes.
Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.
Whoever says an inch is careless, and the reputation is three chunhui.
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Without the sun, the flowers do not open; There is no happiness without love; Without women there would be no love, without mothers, neither poets nor poets.
There are heroes.
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
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