Are you a mother or a lover?

I don't know

Bump all the way

My clothes are wrinkled and my face is tired.

Hair is a mess-looking around.

Whole poem:

seek

sea

Where are you?

This is childhood.

Still in the dark.

I clearly heard your kind call.

But I don't know.

Where are you?

This is a dream in a trance.

Or the empty Penglai fairy island

Learn to crawl or learn to walk.

I've been looking for you.

Huge footsteps

sea

Are you a mother or a lover?

I don't know

Bump all the way

My clothes are wrinkled and my face is tired.

Hair is messy.

Finally crawling in your smoke

You are so bold and enlightened.

Broad and lush

Is Jade Python Pentium the totem of my Oriental Dragon?

I forgot myself.

Throw away all your luggage.

Change the reserve of the past

Jump into your broad mind.

Hope to adopt,

2. Poems about the sea in the Heron Building-Mountains cover the daytime, Wang Zhihuan, and the sea exhausts the golden river.

Go up a storey still higher, and look at the past thousands of miles away with a full moon-the moon is now full of the sea, Zhang Jiuling, and the end of the world.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. In the autumn night, the fence will greet the cold at dawn-Lu you will go to the east of Wan Li River and enter the sea, and climb the skyscraper for 5 thousand meters.

The adherents wept in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann for another year. The next stop on Beibao Mountain-under the green hill, Wang Wan and I, my boat, meandered along the green water.

On both sides of the tidal flat, there is no wind to stir my lonely sail. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.

I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. Long song and his party-Kwai are in the garden of Qingqing HanYuefu, waiting for the morning sun.

Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity. I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the leaves of Kunhuanghua will wither.

A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age.

Look at the sea. Cao Cao looks at the sea in the east. The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea.

Trees and paraquat are very lush. Autumn wind makes trees make sad sounds, and the sea is surging. The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean.

Journey to the sun and the moon, if you go out. Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise.

Fortunately, even! Sing with ambition. The sea is like a mother, beautiful and gentle; The storm broke out suddenly, and it was as violent and dignified as dad! -Wu Deyong and Che Jizhi's "Daughter of the Sea" This is a silver sea, quiet without a ripple, like a thick blue cloth that has just been ironed.

-Deng Gang's "Long Bing Guo" The sea is quiet, dark and thick like grease. (Su) Gorky's Circa There is no wind on the water, and the sea sleeps like a sucking baby ... (British) Byron's Don Juan The sea is calm, like a blue gem.

-(Venezuela) Luo Gallegos's Epiphany. Pushkin-Goodbye to the sea, the element of freedom! For the last time, your blue waves rolled in front of my eyes, and your proud beauty shone grandly.

Like a friend's melancholy whisper, like his farewell greeting, for the last time, I listened to your loud call and your gloomy vomiting. The country I yearn for wholeheartedly, the sea! How many times, on your shore, I wandered silently and confusedly, thinking hard about my long-cherished wish.

Ah, how I love your echo, your dumb voice, the song of the abyss, your serenity at dusk and your wayward temper! Under the protection of your moodiness, the fisherman's sail boldly glides between his teeth, but if you are surging and unable to overcome it, groups of fishing boats will be wiped out. Until now, I still can't leave this solidified stone shore that bothers me. I haven't embraced you warmly, sea! I didn't let the waves of my poetry go with your ridge! You are expecting and calling ... but I am bound, and my heart wants to break free in vain. Stronger feelings attracted me, so I stayed on the shore ... What is there to cherish? Now, where can I run on the open road? In your desolation, there is only one thing that may still excite my heart.

A cliff, a glorious tomb ... where all kinds of beautiful memories sink into cold dreams. Ah, Napoleon put them there. He was buried in misery.

Following him, another genius passed in front of us like a storm, ah, another master of our hearts. He went, making freedom with tears in his eyes! He left his laurel to the world.

Make a hullabaloo about, furious about the bad weather, oh, the sea! He used to be in song for you. He is shaped by your essence, the sea, he is the reflection of your image; He is as deep, powerful and gloomy as you, and as stubborn as you.

The world is empty ... Oh, ocean, where can you take me now? Everywhere, people's fate is the same: where there is happiness, there must be education or tyrants to protect it very closely. Goodbye, sea! I will never forget your spectacular beauty; I will listen to your rumbling in the dusk for a long time.

My heart is full of you. I will take your rocks, your bay, your light and shadow, your sound of the waves to the forest and the silent wasteland.

3. 1. Bailu is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. Go back, the road is blocked and long. Go back to it, it's in the middle of the water.

After a long time, the Millennium has not changed. The so-called Iraqis are in the water. Walking back and forth from here, the road was blocked and jumped. Back and forth from there, they drowned in the water.

The dew hasn't touched yet. The so-called Iraqis are in the water. Go back and forth from it, the road is blocked, that's right. Go back and forth from there and swim in the water.

(The Book of Songs)

Where there is water, there are mountains and islands.

(Cao Cao: 3. White hair floating green water, red palm stirring clear waves.

(Luo: Singing Goose)

4. Tianmen cut off the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu River.

(Li Bai: "Looking at Tianmen Mountain")

5. There is no road in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village.

(Lu You: "Tour Shanxi Village")

6. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun.

(Li Bai: "To Wang Lun")

7. The willows in Jiang Shuiping are green, and I can hear the songs on the Langjiang River.

(Liu Yuxi: "Zhi Zhu Ci")

At sunrise, the flowers in the river are better than the fire. In spring, the river is as green as blue.

(Bai Juyi: "Recalling Jiangnan")

9. Spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves softness.

(Yang Wanli: "Xiaochi")

10. There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and there are duck prophets in the spring water heating.

(Su Shi: "On the Night Scene of the Spring River in Hui Chong")

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(Du Fu: "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River")

12. Old vines faint crows, small bridges flowing, old roads thin horses.

(Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si")

13. Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, and peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat.

(Zhang: "Yu Gezi")

14. Under the blue mountain, we meandered forward, and my boat and I followed the green water.

(Wang Wan's "The Mountain in the North")

15. The river is horizontal and willow green, and Langjiang sounds.

(Liu Yuxi's "Zhi Zhu Ci")

16. A sunset is spreading in the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red.

(Bai Juyi: Mu Jiang Yin)

17. During the day, the order is as cool as water at night, lying and watching the morning glory and Vega.

(Du Mu: Autumn Night)

18. How many pedestrians shed tears when Yugutai fell into Qingjiang River?

(Xin Qiji: "Bodhisattva Man, Book Jiangxi to Create a Mouth Wall")

19. It's nothing to cross Qian Fan. The oblique light is full of water.

(Wen Tingjun: "Recalling Jiangnan")

20. Look at the landscape of Dongting. There is a green snail in the silver plate.

(Liu Yuxi: "Looking at Dongting")

2 1. The wind comes and goes, and the lake looks like the sky under the lake.

(Su Shi: Drunk Book of Wang Hulou on June 27th)

4. The modern poem about the sea is 1. Haizi faces the sea, and bloom is warm in spring.

From tomorrow on, I want to be a happy person;

Comb hair, chop wood and travel around the world.

From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables.

Living in a house facing the sea, spring is blooming.

From tomorrow on, write to everyone I love.

Tell them my happiness,

What did the lightning of happiness tell me,

I will distribute it to each of them.

Give every river and mountain a warm name.

Stranger, I will also wish you happiness.

I wish you a bright future!

May you lovers get married!

May you be happy on earth.

I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms.

2。 Shu Ting's The Sea: Sunrise at Sea

How many heroes have aroused people's heartfelt admiration

Sunset at sea

Arouse the tenderness of many poets

How many songs were sung on the cliff?

It is also blown by the sea breeze day and night

Whispering day and night

How many lines of footprints were left on the beach?

How many sails have been raised on the horizon?

It's all kept secret by Haitao

Secret burial

There have been curses and sorrows.

There have been praises and glory.

Ocean-a Changing Life

Life-a turbulent ocean

Where is the hole dug in childhood?

Where is the first love shoulder to shoulder?

Oh, the sea

Even if your waves

Can erase memories.

And some shells.

Scattered on the hillside

Like the stars on a summer night

Maybe the vortex is flashing dangerously.

Maybe the storm opened the greedy mouth.

Ah, life

Even though you destroyed it.

Countless pure dreams

There are also some brave people.

As in a storm

Flying petrel

The night is as calm as the night on the coast.

The rock death in Cold Leaves is as serious as death.

From the rocks on the coast

How lonely my shadow is

From dusk to midnight

How proud I am inside.

"Free Element", huh?

Let you pretend to roar.

Let you be hypocritical and calm.

Let you take everything from the past.

Everything in the past-

This world

Have the pain of sinking

And the joy of awakening.

The thread in the loving mother's hand makes clothes for her wayward 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?

Send my mother back to her hometown. ""I'm stranded in the vast gu, and I'm a prisoner of Chu. Feeling from this, sadness and tears stuck in the throat.

Fang's mother is seriously ill and wants to be a famous doctor. The bus is very urgent today, so it is difficult to stop! Motherly love has nothing to report, what can life expect! "Don't go to the mother river beam, sorrow tears in vain.

This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. "Farewell to Mother" pulls the curtain to bid farewell to the mother's river beam, worrying in vain and looking at her eyes dry.

This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. Bing Xin's Paper Boat-For Mom: Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.

This is the tearful folding of your beloved daughter, Wanshui Qian Shan. Please let it bring her love and sadness home. Shu Ting-Oh, Mom, your pale fingertips are touching my temple/I can't help but hold on to your skirt as I did when I was a child/Oh, Mom/In order to keep your faded figure/Although the morning light has cut the dream into wisps of smoke/I still dare not open my eyes for a long time/I still cherish that bright red scarf/I'm afraid that washing will make it/lose your unique warmth/Oh, Isn't the running water of mother/years just as heartless/I'm afraid that my memory will fade/how dare I open its screen easily/I cried a thorn to you/Now I'm wearing a crown of thorns, and I dare not/I dare not moan/Oh, my mother/I often look up at your photos sadly/Although the call can penetrate the loess/How dare I disturb your sleep/I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this/Although I have written many songs, mother/. Praise mother. Mother is a big ship, carrying us to the sea, pursuing the mystery of life and exploring the world. Mother is a magical mountain, which contains everything that makes us strong. Our mother is a touching song, taking us everywhere with her beautiful tunes, singing the history of the motherland. Mother is the spring breeze, which blows everything in the world and brings vitality. Mother is a spring rain. Mom, I love you, and you are my eternal love = = a hymn to my mother. When I was a child, I heard that the moon is like a mother, the stars in the sky are all her children, and the stars are like many brothers and sisters, loving each other in a big family.

My mother was speechless when she traveled for the first time after growing up. You sewed the clothes with your own hands, and even your selfless heart like the moon and all your love were put into my bag. In that starry dream, how many times did you cover the quilt that fell on one side for me, and the tears I missed knocked on the road under my feet. Every tear is a poem praising mother.

Mom, I saw the smiling face of the sun again, your bright eyes. Mom, I know that as long as there is sunny land, your smile will always exist. Mom who touches the land kisses the crops. The sunshine on your body casts your metal character and records your strong and persistent mother. I know that your sunny smile stays in the land where you work, growing a green hope, growing the happiness of children's growth, growing the story of not bowing to poverty, and growing your mature mother-to-be. I know that your sunny smile stays in the farmhouse, lighting up the kitchen fire, lighting up the symphony of pots and pans, lighting up the strong voice of your life, and lighting up the mother of your children with boiling blood. I know that your sunny smile has strengthened the confidence of the children to go out of the mountains and open their hands to the outside world to meet the storm, mom. I know that your sunny smile is destined that your hands will never give up labor-related vocabulary. In your opinion, lifelong verbs are just simple repetitions, mom. I know that no matter where I go, no matter how far the road ahead is, I will have your smile to accompany and warm my trip and my mother. I know your smile shines in the sun, and the sun shines with your smile.

6. Poems describing the sea are poetic and picturesque (it is best to talk about what describes the sea) 1, throwing stones in the air, hitting the shore and rolling up thousands of piles of snow. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.

Source: Song Dynasty Su Shi's Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia.

The steep stone wall went straight into the sky, like thunder crashing on the river bank, and the waves aroused seemed to roll up thousands of accumulated snow. The majestic mountains and rivers are picturesque, and how many heroes have emerged at one time.

Poetry: Words mainly describe the natural scenery of Loki in Chibi, with broad artistic conception and deep feelings. From the pen, Lingyun Jianju and Baoju are powerful.

The following five sentences are about the spectacular sight of the surging river. Among them, verbs such as "wear", "pat" and "roll" are used incisively and vividly. "Picturesque" is a general sentence about scenery. "How many heroes are there at a time" changed from scenery to personnel.

2. Tianmen cut off the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu River. The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.

Source: Wang Tianmen Mountain by Li Bai in Tang Dynasty

The Yangtze River split the male peak of Tianmen like a giant axe, where the green water flowed eastward and surged. The beautiful scenery of the green hills on both sides of the strait is inseparable, and a solitary boat comes from the horizon.

Poetic: This poem describes clear water and green mountains, white sails and red sun, which are reflected in a colorful picture. But this picture is not static, but flowing. As the poet sails and sails, the mountains break the river, the east water flows backwards, the green hills meet, and the daytime sails alone, and the scenery unfolds from far and near to far.

Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.

Source: Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry by Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty.

I crossed the river by boat to Jingmen, far away, and visited the territory of Chu State during the Warring States Period. With the emergence of low-level vilen land, mountains gradually disappear, and rivers flow in the endless vilen. The moon on the river flies from the sky like a mirror, and the clouds form a mirage outside the city. I still cherish the water from my hometown and the boat that came to see me off in the east not far away.

Poetic: this poem is connected from beginning to end, seamless, lofty in artistic conception and vigorous in style. "The mountain is flat and primitive, and the river winds in the wilderness" is vividly written, just like the long-axis landscape map of the Yangtze River crossing Jingmen, and it has become a famous sentence.

If the excellent landscape painting "Wan Li should talk about it", then the five laws of this magnificent image can also be said to be able to see the big from the small, treat one as ten, with rich capacity, covering tens of thousands of miles of landscape scenery in the middle reaches of the Yangtze River, with highly concentrated artistic generalization.

The Yangtze River is green in spring, and the lotus leaves are as big as money. River oranges, grown by myself. This is not a long Mulan boat.

Source: Zhang Ji's Spring Biequ in Tang Dynasty

The spring water in the Yangtze River is as green as dye, and the lotus leaf in breaking the surface is only the size of copper coins. Citrus, planted at the head of that river, can't tie the ship that wants to travel far.

Poetic: The Yangtze River is green in spring and strong enough to be used as a dye. Lotus leaves have just grown out of the water, and each piece is as big as a copper coin. Poetry about late spring scenery can be quoted to express the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, or just used to express the late spring season. Using "comparable dyeing" to express strong colors can be used for reference.

5. Nanjing Xipu Road, Huangmei ripe in April. Zhan Zhan arrived at the Yangtze River, and the drizzle came. Hair is sparse and easy to wet, and clouds are dense and difficult to open. Unexpectedly, Longxi, vortex shore home.

Source: Plum Rain by Du Fu in Tang Dynasty

There is a xipu town in Chengdu, which is a very prosperous and powerful town. I passed by here in April and saw the beautiful scenery here. Trees are full of yellow plums, and the deep and clear river flows to the Yangtze River.

It began to rain in Mao Mao, wet the thatched roof, covered the mountains with clouds and watered the fields with spring water. There seems to be dragons playing in the river all day, forming a whirlpool to reach the shore and back.

Poetic: This poem describes the scene of April in the middle of Sichuan, which is magnificent and beautiful, both macro and micro. It is drizzling, the fog is hard to open, and the spring water is full of wild and vast. "Nanjing" in the poem refers to Chengdu now, and "xipu Road" refers to xipu County in the Tang Dynasty. Now xipu town in Pixian County, Sichuan Province is the administration of Xipu County.

7. The ancient poems about the sea and those 1. The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. Don Zhang Jiuling.

2. There, the sea floated to the sky, and you disappeared from this world in your fragile boat Don Qian Qi.

Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows down from the sky and into the ocean, never to return?

4. Sand sea is deepened by unfathomable ice, gloomy clouds, Wan Li Ning, Don Cen Can.

Look, how fast the Benma River runs to Xue Hai! And sand, from desert, yellow flies to heaven.

6. Where there is water, mountains and islands are towering.

The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean.

A trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected;

Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise. Cao Cao's ocean view

The sea [a poem] I walked to the seaside, leaving footprints behind me. I silently stare at you, feel the broad mind of the sea, silently stare at me and give me strength. Give me faith, the sea is cold, because the passion is burning, the sea is silent, because the heart is roaring, the sea is lonely, the sea is busy for me, and the pain is to make me smile. The breeze on your face is a whisper in your ear, and the warm sunshine is your warm eyes. I am speechless. You are speechless. You are a sea of people. You don't belong to me. I don't own you. Everything is in my eyes. I left the beach quietly. I don't care about the sea. In your eyes, you walked out of the summer gate in my heart. Cao Cao is in the East. Go to see the sea. What is water? Yamashima ruoshi. There are many trees. A hundred herbs are abundant. The autumn wind is bleak and Hongbo surges. A trip to the sun and the moon. If you get rid of it. Xing Han is brilliant. If it is not in the state. Fortunately, even. Fortunately, even. Song Biao zhi Liu Xi and Cao Wanghaitai's poem "Xie Tiao Cang Bo" can't be counted on. Pole and balance. Often lonely mountain reflection. Spring is everywhere. It's far from here. The crowd was stunned. Noise and book collar. Abandon the city. Linchuan is enviable. Weave a net and camp. On the autumn morning, I am looking forward to Hayes' return to poetry, while Shen Yue is in the fog. Looking at the surging stream from a distance. Bagui is picturesque. Three mulberry leaves are floating. Smoke like water. Looking at the green hills. Zuda, a poet, climbed high and looked at the sea, facing a huge valley. I don't know a thousand miles. The cloud is connected with the island. The tide is surging. Look at the distance. At first sight, seagulls got a fright. Nothing to send will be returned. Natural injury. Wang Hai's poem Yang Guang, Emperor of Yang Di, is very happy. The golden platform is empty and stinks. The water is as far as the coast. Stay away from the mountains (Wen Yuan did it). ) like a cloud. The broken waves are also turned off. Even waves or hours. Taming seagulls is a good idea. Flowers and trees are in groups. I know my sister-in-law took it. Who went back to Linfen? Yu Shiqi, a poem by Feng and Wang Hai, is on the rise. The vast sea looks surging. Clouds on ten continents are far away. There are high waves in three mountains. Longlan suspected bath day. Even the islands are running. Wandering around shooting. Ruizao crown coquettish. Looking at the sea in vain. Why is it effective? Looking at the sea in spring, Li Shimin lapels to see the sea, and plays Chunfang with poetry. Accumulated flows cross the soil and discipline, and sparse factions attract heaven. Immortal qi congeals three ridges, and fan Bahuang. Tidal clouds and the color of cloth, through the waves, the sun shines. According to the shore flowers, the clouds and geese are broken. Huai Bei has a deep and wide luck and a long wake. Tangible is not easy to measure, passive can be measured. Hong Tao is wild and Cuidao is mulberry. I miss Emperor Xian of Han Dynasty, and Jieshi misses Qin Huang. Nishang is not the original intention, but the end arch and the king. Wind and lotus give birth to branches looking at the spring sea, and Yang Shidao's spring mountain faces the Bohai Sea, looking for dressing gowns. Looking back at Lulongsai, looking sideways at Sushen Township. Hongbo returns to the earth's axis, and the island reflects the clouds. On the stormy sunset, the sky is long and the waves are long. Sendai is hidden, and the water room is full of beams. Jieshi went up in smoke, and it returned to Xiang Yan. Visiting the north instead of visiting Han is fortunate to be different from many emperors in the East. Flag feather forest guest, postscript of juvenile court. Dragon strikes drive Liao water, and Pengfei takes the lead. I will pay for clear autumn and go to worship the dress. Looking at the sea in spring, Xu Jingzong bowed to the sky, and the sky was in danger. It is the temple of God, and the sea is swallowed up. The electric field is clear and mysterious, and the white wolf is excited. Li Anyun is driving a huge ship, weaving a stone pontoon. Traveling around the Grand Canyon, looking down is extremely desolate. Taomen attracts mountains, and Zhu Peng undresses. The stormy waves contain a mirage, and the stormy waves cover the morning. Qingqiu Xuanchun Formation, Tan Gu Hua Yao Mulberry. March straight, seven soldiers, invincible. Russia and Xuan Rong hit the road and went to Su Yan Gallery for a drink. It is a great event to send the minister of Chaojian back to Wang Wei, Japan, to know Haidong. Where is Kyushu? If Wan Li is empty. Looking at Japan from the country, returning to the sails but believing in the wind. The aojiang is dark and the fish's eyes are red. Outside the village tree, in the owner's island. If you leave a foreign country, you will be able to communicate with each other. Climb to the top of the longxing temple in the East China Sea to see the sea, simply play the role of Liu Changqing's mountain pressing the mouth of the sea, and look forward to opening the Zen Palace forever. The vitality is far apart, and the sun is born in it. Suddenly, Wan Li was left alone. Bai Bo lightning away, black fog hidden ichthyosaurs. Change is constant, and mystery is divided. Smoke opens the Qinhuang Bridge, and the rainbow is faint. Pengdao is like an eye, and feather people can meet it. I have heard the words of a real monk, even the same as those of a quiet person. You know, it's not bad. At noon among the flowers, the clouds are full of bells. Whoever says goodbye will feel sorry for himself. He remembered the time and place, and he was disappointed in the southwest peak. Looking at the sea in the rain, I love Yulin, and I love Qianqi Mountain. Only in the boundless sky, Yudao wants to fly away. A large area angrily denounced Wu Tian, stormy waves and clouds. The crowd is really full of thoughts, and not a reed can cross it. I am disappointed in my sincerity, and I am willing to be hypocritical and lenient. I want to go to Shicheng to see the sea, send Huangfu Ranping, Yan Shaofu and Zhuji, go to the ancient garrison, and wait for the cold wave. In the river wheel, Yunlin is lonely. You can tell the distance, but you can only see the smoke. This is Cangzhou Road, where you have been bending for a long time.

With regard to mother's famous words and beautiful fragments, all the glory and pride in the world come from her.

(Gorky) Motherly love is a great flame. (romain rolland) There is a most beautiful voice in the world, and that is the call of mother (Dante) Mom, where you are, there is the happiest place (England). A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child sleep in it without sweetness? (Hugo) The sweetest word a person's lips can utter is mother, and the best call is "mother" (Ji Bolun) Motherly love is the greatest power in the world (Mill) Everything else in the world is fake and empty, and only mother is real, eternal and immortal.

(India) How intense, selfish and fanatical maternal love is, occupying the feelings of our whole soul. (Duncan) In a child's mouth and heart, the mother is God.

(British) How similar mothers all over the world are! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart.

(Whitman) Women are fragile, but mothers are strong (France). Without the help of selfless maternal love, the child's mind will be a desert. (British) Five-character ancient poem "Send Mother Home" "I am trapped in Chu prison because I don't care about parking.

Feeling from this, sadness and tears stuck in the throat. Fang's mother is seriously ill and wants to be a famous doctor.

The bus is very urgent today, so it is difficult to stop! Motherly love has nothing to report, what can life expect! ""don't want your mother ""don't want your mother and son to bridge the river, and worry about tears in vain. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.

The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother made clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed it carefully and repaired it thoroughly, fearing that it would delay him coming home late. When I was in college, there was a rural woman selling insoles at the corner of the campus teahouse. She is in her forties and her face is covered with marks carved by severe frost. One of my classmates always stops to talk to her when she comes back from fetching water and buys a pair of insoles.

I don't understand, my classmate explained. I think she looks like my old mother thousands of miles away. You know, I haven't been back for a long time. After taking part in the work, I need to fill in some personal information once. When I filled in the column of mother, I was worried: I don't know who my mother is, let alone her birthday.

Colleagues all lamented: hey, young people nowadays are really careless. I felt a twinge of shame.

Once I went out to eat with my friends and colleagues on the weekend. Sometimes I have a good time, and after a few more drinks, I don't want to go back. I completely forgot that I had promised my mother to go back at night. Until one day, a friend insisted on having a few drinks and left. Everyone laughed at him for being "henpecked".

He said with a smile that he had promised to go home before nine o'clock, for fear that his mother would not be able to sleep if he went back late. So everyone stopped laughing at him. When it comes to mother, everyone can understand.

I have a friend who is a policeman. Every time he comes back from a mission, his clothes are either torn or scarred in one way or another. He said that he was most afraid of seeing his mother. "The old lady has a sharp eye. She can tell at a glance where her clothes are broken and hurt."

Now he checks himself every time he goes home, so as not to let his old mother see him asking questions, "What is a mother's heart?" My friend sighed with emotion. There is a mother and son in my hometown. The son is stupid, which is "simple-minded" in the words of ordinary people.

When I go back to my hometown, I always meet this silly son in the street. Sometimes many people play tricks on him, and mothers always come to disperse the crowd.

Once a child who came back from school threw mud to that stupid son. I can't stand it. I went up to disperse the children. At this time, her mother ran over and picked up her son, and her face was full of concern. The silly child nestled in his mother's arms and gestured with injustice.

Her mother looked at me gratefully, her eyes were full of tears, and my heart was suddenly sour. This mother, how bitter she is in her heart, how can others know? But no matter what happens, no matter how poor or humble you are, only she is with you, only she is with you in tears, and only she is waiting for you to come back.

One of my friends' children is very naughty and often goes against his friends. On Mother's Day, the school organized a movie "Mom loves me again", and the little guy cried when he came back.

Say to her mother: mom, I won't make you angry in the future. Will you stop crying? My friend cried on the spot. As a mother, no amount of grievances and bitterness can be turned into tears of happiness because of the child's words. Every time my colleagues in the judicial office ask me how to mediate the problem that rural children don't support the elderly, I always say that I can't understand.

I said that my children don't support the elderly, which I personally find incredible. As children, we simply can't understand how much effort and effort parents have to make when a person grows up.

I really have such a person, not to mention his broken conscience, at least I look down on him. Writing here, I remembered my mother again.

I am busy at work, and my sister works far away. I often go home once every two or three weeks. As soon as the phone rang at home, I said yes, I'll be right back.

Then the wind left again. Later, as soon as my phone rang, my mother asked me if something had happened at work, so don't delay my work.

Once I went back at night, my home was in complete darkness. I called several times and my mother promised to come out. It turned out that there was a power outage, and my mother was sitting in the dark, suffering for missing.

She looked happy when she saw me. I lit a candle, and my mother's face was tired and kind by candlelight. I said, mom, I ate. Don't be busy, I'll talk to you.

I said I wouldn't leave at night, so I'll stay with you. That night, our mother and son talked for a long time. I realized for the first time that I had forgotten my mother and her lonely heart.

As long as I am free now, I will take time to go back. People laughed at me and said, Xiao Lu, I don't have a girlfriend. Why should I go back?

I also replied with a smile, saying that I can't be Chen Shimei if I go back to my old mother. Think of dandelions I played when I was a child. Whenever the wind blows, dandelions fly all over the sky.

The same is true of mothers. When their children grow up, they will always go out into the world and leave her one day. So the mother watched her children grow up and start a new life happily. Her heart is full of sweetness, sadness and final loss.

But she never said that once you said you wanted to be with her, mom would rush you away. We are children.