Author: Meng Jiao

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

Xuan (a girl without sadness)

Dry old clothes.

The robe is still there and the collar is still warm.

I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it.

Mother, parents

Mother is a master sculptor.

I am my mother's best masterpiece.

Compared with mother,

Rodin is nothing!

Rodin's stone, sculpture or stone.

Mother started a life!

Mother has the broadest mind,

Compared with mother,

Buddha is nothing!

My mother gave me all the happiness without complaining.

Took away my pain without regret.

The Buddha died,

And occupy so much land in the world.

Mother said:

I didn't sleep well when I was alive.

When I sleep,

Just find a place where no one bothers you.

The word great has been used countless times,

It suddenly dawned on me:

Great,

Give it to your mother!

Greatness is the mother,

Mom is great.

Greatness is a mother's patent,

Greatness is created for mothers.

When I'm not at home,

Every time I think of my mother's silver hair,

Every time I "see" my mother's gaunt face,

Every time I meet my mother's melancholy eyes,

Tears have filled my eyes,

Drop into my heart.

Mother is illiterate,

Is a person who can't even write his own name well,

One plus one equals several. You have to break your fingers and count illiteracy for a long time.

Don't shout slogans,

Not to mention dancing and writing;

Mother holds a pen, just like Confucius holds a hoe.

As clumsy as ever.

It is said that Confucius is the most learned and moral.

Compared with mother,

What did Confucius calculate?

Confucius helped the emperor do so many bad things,

Mom didn't do anything

A good deed or behavior done by a mother.

As many as the stars in the sky!

Mother is a farmer.

Mother not only raised our brothers and sisters with hard-working hands,

It has also contributed a lot of life steel to society.

Maybe it flows in your rice bowl.

Mother's sweat dripped down.

Mom is a poor man.

Mother's salary is paid to herself.

She paid for it herself for 60 years,

vomit

Rich people can't afford a banquet.

That was laid by some chickens raised by my mother.

Mom can't bear to eat.

I bought it at the farmer's market.

Whenever my mother holds hard-won "gold",

There is always a rare smile patting the wings of the chicken.

Whispered the last sentence:

"Good chicken, lay more eggs!"

Oh! mother

Do you remember?

It was a winter night,

I'm still sleeping.

Awaken gently by warm hands.

That's mom's hand.

I barely opened my sleepy eyes.

Ah!

What is presented to us is a bowl of glistening and shiny things.

Food like pearls,

Hot and fragrant.

I asked, "What is this?"

"Eat while it's hot."

I scraped it into my stomach with my brain.

"It's delicious! Is there anything else? "

"no!"

My mother answered me guiltily.

That was the first time I saw rice.

Eat delicious rice for the first time!

It's when my mother works in the production team and works overtime late at night.

The team split up.

Everyone has a bowl.

What delicious rice that is!

My mother was young and beautiful at that time!

In the past 20 years,

Mother gave up her youth and beauty for her children!

Eating rice now is just like eating rice and drinking water.

I have never eaten that delicious rice again.

What an unforgettable night it was!

Just because of the most delicious rice in that bowl.

Mom!

Can you give me that delicious rice again?

I want to wear your silver hair,

In exchange for your youth and beauty!

Mom!

Tonight is a starry night!

My companions and I sang and laughed.

The Spring Festival is coming again.

I will go home this Spring Festival.

I don't know how to express my feelings yet!

This is a great gift.

Can't change your past youth and beauty!

Mom,

Please don't bother yourself!

My son can't take care of you in other places!

My son works hard and never forgets!

Let you no longer be depressed about daily necessities.

Mom, mom!

You should have a good laugh!

A hymn to mother.

When I was a child, I heard that the moon looks like my mother.

All the stars in the sky are her children,

Stars, like many brothers and sisters,

* * * Love each other in a big family.

When I grew up, I traveled for the first time.

In silence, mom, you will mend your sewing clothes.

Even a selfless heart like the moon,

Put all your love in my bag.

In that starry dream,

How many times have you stuffed me into a quilt that fell on one side?

Tears of my concern beat the road under my feet,

Every tear is a poem praising mother.

mother love

It is the communication and fusion of blood and pulse.

It is the blessing of the child and the pain of the mother.

mother love

Like the spring wind.

She gave it a gentle brush.

The earth will be green.

mother love

It is a cloud in the sky.

Always let the scorching sun

Go through her first.

Give the earth wind, rain and peace.

mother love

This is the sunset after the rain.

Always let the washed earth

Lying in your arms and never giving up.

Write colorful life dreams in the high sky, don't forget, add points!