关于母亲节的诗句英语

wp导语:孝顺母亲早已融入中国人的血液和观念里,而未被开放的西方人直到近代才有了感恩之心,设立母亲节!现代的母亲节起源于美国,是每年5月的第二个星期日。以下是关于母亲节的诗句英语 除了对妈妈说声:“I Love You, Mom。”之外,你还会写母亲节英语诗歌祝福语吗

关于母亲节的诗句英语

一首关于母亲的经典英文诗

M-O-T-H-E-R

“M”isforthemillionthingsshegaveme,

“O”meansonlythatsheisgrowingold,

“T”isforthetearssheshedtosaveme,

“H”isforherheartofpurestgold,

“E”isforhereyes,withlove-lightshining,

“R”meansright,andrightshewillalwaysbe.

Putthemalltogether,

theyspell“MOTHER”,

Awordthatmeanstheworldtome.

—HowardJohnson(c.1915)

译文:

M代表着母亲给予了我们一切,

O意味着与此同时她正在衰老,

T象征着她为了拯救我们流的泪,

H表明了她最无私最伟大的心灵,

E是她充满着爱万分温柔的眼神,

R说明着正确,并且代表着她永恒的真理。

把他们和在一起,便是母亲,

一个代表着最无私最伟大的给予了我所有全部的词。

[太阳][太阳][太阳]

母亲节已至,愿所有的母亲都被温柔以待[爱心][爱心][爱心]

关于母亲节的英语诗句

1, there is sun mother did not go, there is no complete skirt. Du Fu’s “the official of the trench”

2, love the son heart endless, home joy and Chen. Jiang Shiquan’s coming home at the end of the year

3, parents weep and birds cry. Meng Jiao’s song of Yao (a song of songs, a visit to the ladies of Zheng’s house).

4, the father pity mother can not slap, but the laughter is ugly. Lu Tong’s “Shi Ding Ding”

5, the hand line of the mother, the jacket of the wandering body. Meng Jiao (Tang Dai) “song of the Wanderers”

6, when parents came to know their lives, they put on clothes like death. Wang Jian “Du Liao water”

7, the mother Han Ditch, leave home white Han Yin. Wang Anshi’s “fifteen”

8, seer is a young day, when he flies back to her mother. Bai Juyi’s “the old man of the Yan poem”

9, frost and tears, wet clothes, white head no longer rely on the wood door. And compliment “thinking of the mother”

10. My father is a mother, and it’s a long, long, alas. Sad and sorrowful. Wang Zhaojun’s “resentment”

11, when the town is in the mirror, people return to the mirror to repay their kindness. Li Dong’s “thank you for your book”

12, the parents thought at that time, today I should know. Bai Juyi’s “the old man of the Yan poem”

13, the male and female air sounding, the sound as far as the call does not return. Bai Juyi’s “the old man of the Yan poem”

14, mother, son, mother, day without light cry bitterness. Bai Juyi (Tang Dai) “mother son”

15, the south wind blows its heart, who spit for the shakes? The mother leaning on the door, and the journey is bitter. Wang Mian’s “Mo Xuan”

16, meet to pity and thin, Hal asked bitterness. Jiang Shiquan’s coming home at the end of the year

In 17 and October, the weight of the fetus was heavy and the return of the three lives was light. “The song of persuaded filial piety”

18, the old mother and the son, and the weeds. Li Bai’s “Yu Zhang Xing”

19, the green insect is not easy to catch, and the Yellow mouth is not full. Bai Juyi’s “the old man of the Yan poem”

20, mother, son, mother, day without light cry bitterness. Bai Juyi’s mother’s son

21, the Ming Dynasty retort retort, mother and son cry. Lu You’s “great storm of rain and rain in October 28th”

22, the father gave birth to me, the mother made me. The name of the ananime

23, hard work for thirty days, the mother thinner gradually fat. Bai Juyi’s “the old man of the Yan poem”

24, people see men and women good, do not know men and women urge people to be old. Wang Jian’s “short song line”

25, hesitating to be ashamed of the man, and dare not to sigh. Jiang Shiquan’s coming home at the end of the year

26, the curtain goes to the beam of the mother river. Huang Jingren’s “old mother”

27, fifteen years of color clothes, before the loving mother. Meng Haoran sent Zhang Shen Ming Jing to the province of Jingzhou.

28, the sad and sad parents, I have been exhausted. The Book of Songs “Xiaoya / JE”

29. The mother leaning on the door. Wang Mian’s “Mo Xuan”

30, the body will be born, and the mother is in prison. Xu Xi’s “the song of persuaded filial piety”

31, who said the heart of inch grass, reported three Chunhui. Meng Jiao’s “a wandering son ‘/ her mother drifting”

32, put forward the White Emperor in the west, crying in the autumn suburbs. Li He “Chun Fang Zheng Zi Zi song”

33, obey the oath and teach it. Ou Yangxiu’s book on painting

34, the hand line of the mother, the jacket of the wandering body. Meng Jiao’s “a wandering son ‘/ her mother drifting”

35, the miserable Chai men’s snowy night. Huang Jingren’s “old mother”

36, the parents are hard, especially the mother. Xu Xi’s “the song of persuaded filial piety”

关于母亲节的诗句英语

How did you find the energy, Mom

To do all the things you did,

To be teacher, nurse and counselor

To me, when I was a kid.

How did you do it all, Mom,

Be a chauffeur, cook and friend,

Yet find time to be a playmate,

I just can’t comprehend.

I see now it was love, Mom

That made you come whenever I’d call,

Your inexhaustible love, Mom

And I thank you for it all.

i rise in the dawn, kneel and blow,

till the seed of fire flicker and glow.

and then i must scrub and blake and sweep,

till stars are beginning to blink and peep.

and the young lie long and dream in their bed

of the matching of ribbons for bosom and head.

and their day goes over idleness,

and they sigh if the wind but lift the tress.

while i must work, because i am old,

and the seed of the fire gets feeble and cold.

Mom, you’re a wonderful mother,

So gentle, yet so strong.

The many ways you show you care

Always make me feel I belong.

You’re patient when I’m foolish;

You give guidance when I ask;

It seems you can do most anything;

You’re the master of every task.

You’re a dependable source of comfort;

You’re my cushion when I fall.

You help in times of trouble;

You support me whenever I call.

I love you more than you know;

You have my total respect.

If I had my choice of mothers,

You’d be the one I’d select!

there’s a spot in my heart

which no colleen may own;

there’s a depth in my soul

never sounded or known;

there’s a place in my memory

my life that you fill;

no other can take it

no one ever will;

every sorrow or care

in the dear days gone by;

was made bright by the light

of the smile in your eye;

like a candle that’s set

in a window at night;

your fond love has cheered me

and guided me right;

sure i love the dear silver

that shines in your hair;

and the brow that’s all furrowed

and wrinkled with care;

i kiss the dear fingers

so toil warm for me;

oh! god bless you and

keep you, mother machree!

“M” is for the million things she gave me,

“O” means only that she is growing old,

“T” is for the tears she shed to save me,

“H” is for her heart of purest gold,

“E” is for her eyes,with love-light shining,

“R” means right,and right she will always be.

Put them all together,

they spell “MOTHER”,

A word that means the world to me.

They say that man is mighty,

He governs land and sea;

He wields a mighty scepter

O’er lesser powers that be;

But a mightier power and stronger,

Man from his throne has hurled,

And the hand that rocks the cradle

Is the hand that rules the world.

Before Two Portraits of My Mother

I love the beautiful young girl of this

portrait, my mother, painted years ago

when her forehead was white, and there was no

shadow in the dazzling Venetian glass

of her gaze. But this other likeness shows

the deep trenches across her forehead’s white

marble. The rose poem of her youth that

her marriage sang is far behind. Here is

my sadness: I compare these portraits, one

of a joy-radiant brow, the other care-

heavy: sunrise—and the thick coming on

of night. And yet how strange my ways appear,

for when I look at these faded lips my heart

smiles, but at the smiling girl my tears start.

If I could give you diamonds,for each tear you cried for me

If I could give you sapphires, for each truth you’ve helped me see

If I could give you rubies, for the heartache that you’ve known

If I could give you pearls,for the wisdom that you’ve shown

Then you’ll have a treasure, mother

that would mount up to the skies

That would almost match the sparkle in your kind and loving eyes

But I have no pearls, no diamonds

as I’m sure you’re well aware

So I’ll give you gifts more precious,my devotion, love and care

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