Lyric poems in praise of mothers 15, lyric poems in praise of mothers

Mother - Mother!

m-more": That's how much my mother has given me;

O-Old": But the mother is slowly getting older;

t-tear": that is, the strings of tears that my mother once wiped away for me;

h-heart": This is the mother's heart as pure as gold;

e-eye": she is the loving eyes of her mother;

r-right": is my wish to my mother - always and forever healthy and happy!

Put them together, and you'll see why we call out affectionately: Mother!

Time flies, taking away her mother's youthful face and bringing her never-ending worries. What are they? The following is a collection of modern poems that I have compiled for you about singing the praises of mothers, I hope you enjoy them.

Imitation search 1: A hymn to my mother.

Time sneakily.

Climb your sideburns.

Dye your black hair white.

But it whitewashes my youth.

Remember your beautiful appearance.

I haven't had time to kiss yet.

Wrinkles are engraved on your face.

My lovely mother.

I used to never care about your aging.

When the magnesium light line shines on your face.

I was surprised to find that you were much older.

The wrinkles on your face.

It is how many vicissitudes of time are hidden.

It has accumulated into the current sunken ravine.

It was a depth that my eyes couldn't reach.

And I always ignore it.

You've always loved me so much.

My gracious mother.

Please forgive me for being greedy in the past.

I only know how to draw your love.

Didn't care too much about your bets.

I'm no longer immature now.

I learned to cherish and reciprocate.

I wish the pace of time could be slower.

Don't let my growth keep up with your aging.

Chapter 2: Mother.

Follow the ups and downs of the four seasons.

You are wrapped in your sideburns by the frost of autumn.

That is the ruins of your desolate destiny in this life.

Brighten up the scenery of the years.

Sigh softly, like a fallen leaf.

The brilliance of the moment is no longer there.

That's the rope of your life.

Step by step towards the golden-plated sunset.

Under the sunset, the glitz of the world.

Condensed in your deep gaze.

It's like a mirage from a previous life, and a smile passes.

Achieve the greatest glory in your life.

Chapter 3: Mother.

Never in my mother's dyed hair.

I have searched for how many gray hairs and cangsang.

I never carefully searched my mother's calloused hands.

How much warmth has been given to me.

has been ruthlessly polished by the years to what it is today.

I just ate quietly.

Mother's food is always the most beautiful delicacy in the world.

Sudden sad feeling.

It makes me nervous.

Mother is old.

This is a delicious delicacy.

How long can I live on the rent?

Having a mother is like a child's attachment.

How long can I be naïve.

In fact, it is not that the mother still needs to work for **.

Just when you get home.

I was able to meet my mother.

See her smile for myself.

Just when the heart is tired.

can have the silent company of my mother.

That's the best thing in the world.