Please help find a poetry reading for a junior elementary school student about motherhood or a teach

*Poems dedicated to mothers**

When I was a child, I was on the side of your woodwork.

That tender Qingming flower.

Looking at you far away, and looking forward to your return.

That shining star, it's me.

Pray for your eyes.

Your warm embrace, and the sour wild strawberries.

It's my world.

Read. You're on my way to the evening.

The yellow street lamp.

Watching me go to school and worrying about me getting out of school.

The bright moon. It's you.

Welcome my smiling face.

My small shoulders and my big bag.

It's your world.

It's bigger. You are my wandering.

That thin kite string.

Let me go far away, and lead me back.

That sweet breeze. It's you.

The constant repetition of the admonitions.

My soft smile and heavy footsteps.

It's your world.

And now. You are homesick to me on the way.

That thin postcard.

What is sent is a greeting, and what is received is nostalgia.

That crystal teardrop. It's me.

There is always endless nostalgia.

Your dense needle and thread, and deep wrinkles.

It's my world.

Angel of Spring.

Mother is like an angel in spring, sending a warm spring breeze, bringing a silky light rain, blowing into the child's heart, understanding the child's needs, this loving angel, taking care of the child's life, protecting the child's safety, giving everything, no matter how bad we are, the mother, the angel, still has the measure of the sea, to tolerate us.

Mommy's love is like a lump of sugar.

Mother's love, like a piece of sugar, is wrapped in nagging, hidden in scolding, and makes me look everywhere until I am sensible. Mother.

is the most sacred name.

Mother is the greatest title.

For thousands of years, people have often compared the magnificent motherland to the mother.

Mother's love is sincere.

Selfless motherly love.

It is pure and broad.

For thousands of years, people have been singing the praises of their mothers.

Mothers are hardworking and courageous.

Mothers are kind and intelligent.

She not only gave birth to the life and wisdom of our human beings.

And it gives birth to the love and soul of our human beings.

Mother's love is the warmth of the sun.

Mother's love is the vast ocean.

Without mother's love, there would be no world and no human society.

Without motherly love, we would not be where we are today and tomorrow.

Pick one for yourself.

Wenchuan** - "Child, Hold Mom's Hand".

Child, hurry up, hold mom's hand, the road to heaven It's too dark, mom is afraid of you, bump your head, hurry, hold mom's hand, let mom accompany you.

Mom, I'm afraid that the road to heaven is too dark I can't see your hand Since the collapsed wall took away the sun, I can't see your tender eyes anymore.

Child, you go, the road ahead There is no more sorrow, there is no endless textbook, there is no more Daddy's fist, you have to remember the appearance of me and Daddy, and we will walk together in the next life.

Mom, don't worry, the road to heaven is a little crowded There are many classmates and friends We say, Don't cry, don't cry, which person's mother is our mother, which child is a mother's child, and the day without me You give love to the living child.

Mom, don't cry, tears can't illuminate our way, let us walk slowly by ourselves, Mom, I will remember the appearance of you and Dad, remember our agreement, and we will walk together in the next life.

Ancient Style: Mother's Ballad.

Hu Bingyan] is innocent and splendid, and the plain dress is clean and flawless.

The red line is tied to the couple, and the scenery is beautiful to the in-law's house.

Reserved and virtuous, the neighbor is good, and ten people have seen ten people and praised them.

Raise the case and live together, respect and love each other.

The god-given elves fell to the ground, and they did not leave to raise a baby for a while.

The mother's blood drips with hope, and wiping the feces will not annoy the urine.

The stove in winter and the palm fan in summer are always taken care of.

As soon as there is a disaster and runs to the hospital, I can't let go of my impatience.

Needlework and fine sewing of the body, clean and clean clothes.

The morning bears the cold dew and the evening bears the twilight, and the pick-up and drop-off has been tenacious for several years.

Work tirelessly and diligently, no regrets only for the family.

In the summer, he did farm work in the hot sun, and in winter, he spun cotton yarn in the dim light.

Day after day, year after year, cowardly Ziyan has grown up.

The figure is ricketic and staggering, and the blue frost is covered with hair.

The cold door is reclining and colorless, and there is a little sadness on the cheeks.

The courtyard is deep and cold, and the six gods have no main body.

The big house is guarded alone, who will care about the mother?

Wandering son Yin Meng Jiao.

The line in 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.

There is a person, she will always occupy the softest place in your heart, and you are willing to love her with your life; There is a kind of love that allows you to take and enjoy without asking you anything in return......This person is called "Mother", and this kind of love is called "Mother's Love"!

Mother gave us the experience of life, and we are grateful; Mothers have made us thrive, and we are grateful; We are grateful for the education and enlightenment that our Mother gave us, so that we could gain knowledge and strength; In our lives, there will always be difficulties and twists and turns, and it is our mother who gives us care and help, and we should be more grateful.

Gratitude is a comprehensive manifestation of a person's love, conscience, kindness, responsibility and loyalty. It is hard to imagine that a person who has no filial piety to his parents who have worked hard to raise him, who does not know how to repay, who has no love for teachers and classmates, and who does not know how to respect, can take responsibility for his company and his country in the future? How can a person who does not love his country, his family, or others do his best to build the tomorrow of the motherland?

In the advertisement, there was a touching scene of a little boy washing his mother's feet, but in real life, is it something that every child can do? "The grace of a drop of water should be reciprocated with a spring" We may sometimes miss a little care for a stranger, but we turn a blind eye to our mother's great love, think of her nagging, or make a big hair (from Kumon Appointment) thunder ...... over some trivial thingsHowever, my mother was always on the sidelines to support us, patiently enlighten and educate us, and give us support and encouragement.

The mother is as pure as jade, as delicate as ivory carving, and the life watered by mother's love is brewed with pure beauty and fragrance. We should listen to our mother's nagging with a grateful heart, face our mother's strictness sincerely, and feel the ...... of our mother's sunny spiritual world

Let's start today, start with filial piety to our mothers, and learn to be grateful! Let's remember the common birthday of mothers all over the world, wash our mother's feet once, beat her hard-working back, give her a warm hug, a warm blessing, and a grateful smile! Fan Wen China, the original Fan Wen Paradise.

On this warm day, I wish all mothers in the world a happy Mother's Day! A bouquet of carnations, a sentence of "Mom, you have worked hard" can make the mother's cheeks bloom with a bright smile again! Let us give our mother a little more thoughtfulness and care, so that our mother and our home are full of happiness and harmony, then we will usher in a real growth!

Here, I would like to conclude with a quote from a poem: The growth of a child is the hope of a mother's rebirth; The failure of a child is the sour tears of a mother; The success of a child is the happy smile of a mother.

Students, for the sake of my mother's smile and for tomorrow's harvest, let you and me be ambitious without worrying.

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 bleached the black hair in memory.

It's been a long time. Mother, you are all right.

Or gently squirm a loose tooth.

Unhurried. and laughter in the curtain of tears.

Sing songs and ballads that are still fresh from childhood.

Memories are the snake of longing. Draw a word.

Meandering in, the remnants of the pain of my life.

Mother, you still don't hesitate to use this chapped tongue.

Lick up the poison of my pride. I'm in front of you.

It's always a child who doesn't grow up.

So, there is a vague topic called maternal love.

It is undoubtedly the most stupid wound of wanderers.

Mother, you are old.

The edge of the white porcelain vase has your leftover medicinal scent.

Su silk deep old years. In operation.

Wipe through the heart of love, but it is still today.

can't hide the crazy growth of your care.

The autumn wind has risen. Even in the lonely shadow, mother.

Don't catch a cold. Anytime, anywhere.

The setting sun clings to a crutch called a child.

And you, on the fertile soil that was nurtured.

The seeds covered by vegetation are germinating and growing.

And I, at the 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.

Mother's love is like a bowl of warm soup, flowing warmly through my heart;

A mother's love is a book;

thick, but with a warm body temperature;

She let me swim and read in the ocean of knowledge;

Let me flip through every page;

It was she who taught me how to use a word;

That's motherly love.

Mother's love is a big tree;

I am a little grass that no one knows;

When a storm comes;

You are brave enough to face the storm;

But I grew up in your bosom;

When the rain comes, something happens to you;

Let me drink the sweet rain and dew;

You help me with the wind, you help me from the rain;

It is to make me a broken long;

Mother's love is great.

Mother's love is a flower umbrella;

I'm a small child;

It's raining, and I'm holding your flower umbrella;

frolicking in the rain on umbrellas;

Mother's love is a flower and a potato closed umbrella.

Mother's love is nagging;

Whenever I go out to play, you'll nag a few times;

It annoys me to listen to it;

But I know you're doing it for my good;

Let me be careful;

Mother's love is also a kind of nagging. Hand and.

Mother's love is a gardener;

I am a little flower;

You weed for me every day, add water to me;

It's not that I want to grow up and grow faster;

Mother's love is a gardener;

Mother's love is a book of knowledge;

Let me swim in the ocean of knowledge;

I was free and learned a lot of knowledge;

Let me be naïve to mature;

Mother's love is a book of knowledge;

Mother's love is a red umbrella flower;

In the scorching summer sun;

I'm beating you; You are the one who makes me feel so cool;

But it makes you ......

Mother's love is a red candle;

silently burning himself;

lit up my heart;

Mother's love is a red candle;

I want to say, "Mom I love you"!

It was you who brought me into this world;

I love you!