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The second Sunday in May is Mother's Day, and celebrations are held all over the world to celebrate the greatness of maternal love.

The mother's day initiative originated from a Sunday school in Gavton, West Virginia, USA.

1876, the United States is still mourning the victims of the civil war. Anna jarvis teaches Memorial Day in a chapel. After telling the story of the hero who died in the battle, she prayed: "I hope that somewhere and at some time, someone will create a mother's day to commemorate and praise the mothers of the United States and the whole world."

Mrs Chavez has served her church for more than 25 years. When she died at the age of 72, her 465,438+0-year-old daughter Anna decided to create a Mother's Day to fulfill her mother's wish to pray many years ago.

Anna has written to many celebrities, asking them to support the establishment of Mother's Day to promote filial piety. At first, she was indifferent, but she was not discouraged and continued to appeal to all walks of life.

1907 On May 12, Andre Methodist Church held a week for mothers at the invitation of Anna. The following year, this ceremony was held in Philadelphia and received a warm response. Finally, it won the support of the governor of Victoria and announced the establishment of Mother's Day in the state. The telephone number is 19 10. Then, many states in the United States, Canada and Mexico successively recognized Mother's Day and held celebrations.

19 14, US President Wilson asked Congress to pass a resolution to make Mother's Day a national holiday, and called on people to "publicly express our love for their mothers". All over the world have followed suit, thus becoming "International Mother's Day".

Anna originally suggested that the date of her mother's death should be 10 in May, but later, for the convenience of people, she chose the second Sunday in May as Mother's Day.

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Several articles praising mother.

When I was a teenager, I only depended on my mother. When I was a child, it might just be a blind love for my mother. Only when the sun of life moves towards noon and life begins in spring and summer can we have a deep understanding and love for our mother.

We may suddenly realize that mother is actually a kind of time, from green land to forest, from stream to deep lake, from bright moon to water mountain ~ ~ ~

A wisp of white hair is feeling the wrinkles on mom's forehead. When my mother has white hair, we sometimes find it difficult to tell the difference. Is it our mother or those years when we are old? What do we want to leave behind is the hard-earned maternal love, or the dribs and drabs of the years, travel-stained, blood and tears?

The passage of time is speechless. When we feel the time, we must be in very heavy memories, and when we really realize the sacrifice of our mother, we must also enter the season of giving and sacrificing.

Without the dedication, sacrifice and selfless love of my mother, would there be warmth, sunshine and my heavy tears in this world?

When we think that shouldering responsibility can also provoke fate, when we seem to be proud of life, maybe one day, we suddenly find our white-haired mother staring at us from behind with eyes full of infinite love, infinite care and infinite concern-we will be moved in an instant. In the mother's eyes, we are not freed from the baby's feelings, and we will always be the ignorant child in the mother's arms.

We often look back at those clips. Before traveling, during parting, we find that we have never left our mother's sight and mother's concern.

"But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays." I have been thinking about what we can really give back to our mother!

Mother is a kind of time, whether it is my personal mediocrity, the simple test of life or the progress of the whole society, it has taught me and confirmed me. In terms of not being dull, I have suffered the most, shouldered the most pressure, swallowed the most tears, still loved, warmed, sympathized, kind, smiled, faced life and our only mother, forever? ~~~~~~~

Without mother, life will be dark; Without my mother, this society will lose its warmth. This is the most difficult moment for me. Faced with the blow and loss, I thought it was completely lost. At that moment, it was my mother's words that made me start over. Looking at my tears, my mother said, it's time to be content, and the days are still long!

Then I understand why so many philosophers regard the scarred nation as their mother, the turbulent river as their mother, and the land of vast expanse as their mother, because they have followed what they can bear and paid what they should pay. As an era, mother is not only a symbol of the nation, but also a symbol of love.

Perhaps because of my unrequited and mobile years, I have always loved my mother. In my eyes, my mother is always a year worthy of tears and a beautiful story that can never be read.

I remember my youth.

How happy we are.

Floating in your arms

Kiss the flowers on the water.

It's your wonderful singing.

Accompany me to grow up.

Ah, mother river, mother river

It was your milk that raised me.

When I leave you

How disappointed we are.

I don't know how many times I have dreamed.

I can feel your sadness.

Why is your milk reduced?

Who changed your appearance?

Ah, mother river, mother river

What affects me is your fate.

I will come back to you.

I will never leave you again.

Let me wipe it off gently with my hand.

Your old tears

Let me use all my love and life

Repay everything you have given me.

Ah, mother river, mother river

It is your hope that calls me.

Yellow River-

My old and young mother,

You bear the vicissitudes of history.

From ancient times.

You are full of national humiliation and resentment,

Flowing under the snow-capped mountains that have remained unchanged for thousands of years.

You're wrapped in lightning-

The impact of ice and fire,

Suffer the ordeal of phoenix nirvana.

From the source of the trickle to the estuary of Libai Beach,

Push Ma Benteng to the sea.

Yellow River-

My old mother!

How many times have you recorded the rise and fall of the Chinese nation?

Once upon a time

Your riddled riverbed,

Full of poverty, pain, tears, blood, shame,

Confused and sad

From blue to white hair.

Never forget without thinking!

Sadness!

Sadness!

Sadness!

Despite the difficulties,

Despite the tears,

But you!

Yellow River-

My strong mother!

You are always firm with your unyielding backbone!

Although the Yellow River has nine bends and eighteen bends,

I can't let you get lost in the sea.

Who has experienced-

Spring silkworms die endlessly _ _ _

The deep affection and attachment of wax torch to ashes and tears?

Who has experienced-

Insist on not hitting the south wall and not looking back?

Who has experienced-

The stubbornness of not seeing the coffin and not crying?

Who has experienced-

Never die until you reach the Yellow River _ _ _

The feat and sorrow of going to the Yellow River?

Only you!

Yellow River-

My indomitable mother.

Countless people have suffered through the ages,

Look at the changing situation, like kings and princes.

Eight years of war of resistance,

Ten years of turmoil,

25 years of change,

Five thousand years of cultural accumulation ...

Yellow River-

My profound mother!

It can only be you!

Put up with your child's blindness,

Fanaticism, ignorance, fantasy, hesitation.

It's a long road, Xiu Yuan.

I'll search up and down.

Yellow River-

My humiliating mother!

Please show your child the way!

You always go in the same direction.

East side!

East side!

East side! Where the sun rises.

A fire ignited your 9.6 million square kilometers body.

From jiugong gossip,

Four books and five classics,

Thirty-six plans,

Sun Tzu's art of war,

Poetry of Tang and Song Dynasties,

Chu Ci, Han Fu and a Hundred Schools of Thought Contention ...

It has become the cultural nutrition for you to raise children.

Sprinkle a tear on my beloved land!

Yellow River-

My great mother!

Your skinny, tinkling children!

Swear by the sun:

Must let the dream have wings!

Make sure that reality is no longer a fantasy!

Fishing boats in Jiangnan water town sing late,

To Bashang Plateau, first frost.

From the black land under Changbai Mountain,

To the source of the Yellow River on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.

From Ma Touqin in the Mongolian Plateau,

To the Wan Li coast of Nansha Islands.

The raging fire in the north and south of the Great Wall.

The human dream of going to the high gorge of the Three Gorges Dam and leaving Pinghu.

The Loess Plateau is filled with gullies and gullies,

Brother Qiang, why complain about Liu!

Yumenguan has become a rice granary with a bumper harvest.

"I like to see thousands of hectares of rice fields",

The north of Lingnan Ridge is soaked with attractive rice.

The millet in Henan and Hebei is ripe and golden.

The ancient Red Cliff has drained its former blood,

Peacemaking-

The conquest of the past is no longer a battlefield for killing.

When your sons and daughters of 56 nationalities turn their bones into swords,

When your soldiers patrol and stand guard for you on the snowy plateau,

When your people bow to you step by step,

When your son beats the drums that shake the mountains and rivers for you,

When your daughter dances the cheerful yangko and rings the waist drum,

When your body becomes the world-famous Mount Everest.

Yellow River-

My powerful mother!

You will be proud of your diligent and clever children.

Feel proud and proud!

Yellow River-

My great and magnificent mother river!

No matter where you go,

Your child with black hair, black eyes and yellow skin—

He'll keep singing for a long time-

That song!

Mother river, the song of my life

A story from ancient times,

Tightly, you hold my hand tightly;

A sense of smoothness from blood,

Tightly, you hold my hand tightly;

Walking through countless nights in the wild,

Tightly, you hold my hand tightly;

Found a trace of awakening in the skin,

Tightly, you hold my hand tightly!

Hold your hand,

Hold my hand,

I found the reason and feeling of pursuing you.

This is my lifelong dream, yes.

Mother River, the song of my life!

The boat on the south lake,

Like a dry planet,

Cohesion of spirit and flesh,

Just like you and me in Baby. ...

There is pain and hope.

Challenges and opportunities coexist.

This is the freeze of great history!

This is the greatest emotional communication of great human beings!

You hold my hand tightly ...

I hold your hand tightly. ...

The rising sun,

Awaken a brand-new nation.

The motto of self-improvement is no longer far away.

The desire for self-confidence is no longer shy;

The belief of self-reliance is no longer silent,

The course of self-love is no longer a luxury!

A nation's self-esteem,

Plan from yourself.

That's the mother river,

And her melodious singing. ...

This is the time for a mother to prove that she is a mother.

The most solemn and sacred moment;

Mother used the water from her life,

Support the national self.

When the morning light rises slightly,

There's always some potential countercurrent,

Want to end this fragile life,

Let her step into the barren hills of improvement.

Black hair, yellow skin,

The trickle of the Chinese nation,

The pursuit that blood is thicker than water!

Write the spring and autumn of the century here,

Into a loyal story,

If you want to talk,

If you want to talk, don't stop. ...

Tightly, tightly,

I hold your hand,

Pine and cypress in Huang Yangjie,

Red flag, sickle, axe,

Blocked the car that surrounded the bandit state!

Unity is strength,

Burning in the glorious octagonal building forever!

Tightly, tightly,

I hold your hand,

Long March,

The enemy fought with the enemy,

Eight years of anti-Japanese war and four years of defection;

Ten years of catastrophe, twenty years of running-in.

Hard step by step,

Pains and worries of painstaking management.

Temper a huge sculpture!

The history of resurrection,

Create a mother from innocence to maturity.

The pace of the southern tour is difficult to eradicate poverty.

The dawn of the new century boldly depicts brilliant decisions;

In the spring of reform and opening up,

Always singing your own love songs:

Without the Party, there would be no new China!

Ah! 80 years of change,

long process of history

For the flowers in spring and the fruits in autumn,

You are generous!

You also have a freezing season,

That's your serious thinking.

The filtration is mature and clear,

Truth shines in tempering.

This is the mother river,

A river that breeds life and extends life.

A loyal river ...

Three Rivers ...

A song that can never be sung in life!

Mother's hand

Author: Gidemaga [Yi]

The mother of the Yi people died, and when she was cremated, her body slept on the right side. It is said that it is because she spins with her left hand in the spiritual world. -inscription

Sleep quietly on the right.

Sleep like a long river

Sleep in the endless mountains

Many people have seen it.

She sleeps there.

So the daughter of the mountain and the son of the mountain

He went to the shore where he could not see the sea.

There is a mermaid on the shore.

When liquid land sinks,

A silent reef was built behind him.

At this time, there is an old song.

Holding a purest crescent moon

Sleep quietly on the right.

In the clear wind

In the misty rain

Let the faint fog cover it.

Let the white clouds wander

Whether in the quiet dawn

Or in the charming dusk.

Everything became a cold statue.

Only her left hand is still floating.

There must be a temperature on the skin.

There must be blood flow in the veins.

Sleep quietly on the right.

What a mermaid.

How like a pure new moon

How like a silent reef

She sleeps between the earth and the sky.

She sleeps on the heights of death and life.

That's why the river still flows under her.

That's why the forest grows under her.

That's why the stone stood under her.

Therefore, my bitter and sweet nation.

Just cry, just shout, just sing.

Sleep quietly on the right.

Everything in the world will disappear.

In the vast sky

In the immortal memory

Only her left hand is still floating.

Mother, parents

Author: Tianhai [Tujia]

Mom, you are standing on high.

Gaze quietly

We have unspeakable feelings.

Walk through your eyes

mother

You are standing among tall plants.

A calm attitude and calm eyes.

Never talk.

Look at you, mom.

We collect sunshine in spring.

sow seeds

Plant the only dream deep in the earth.

mother

We are all your pain.

The only happiness left.

Is your best hope.

In a strange world

There are signposts supported by your love everywhere.

mother

You always stand on high places.

Never talk.

Gaze quietly

Our distant shadow

mother

Yuko

Author: Hadan Bizarra Sang [Mongolian]

Holcha translation

In my mother's view,

Why are the spots covered with oil stains?

Because before her

On the rich chest,

I grew up freely.

On those who are not sensible.

In the years of growing up,

On those who don't obey.

The days of wanton coquetry,

Where do you know what oil is?

What is sadness?

I don't know what tears are!

Kindness to my mother,

How can I repay you?

Mother watched me punch and kick,

I am glad that I have the ability;

Mom watched me grow up,

I'm glad that I think this is a lucky star.

White-haired mother

If the wrinkled forehead is stretched by this,

Even though my son grew up in her arms,

A small sum of money to pay off the debt owed by mother.

When you grow up,

Mother's figure,

Always looking for me.

The wilderness of dreams.

By Wen Xun's hand,

Touch my head,

Give her an eternal kiss,

Leave it on my forehead.

On the road of my life

A mother like my mother,

Seen me many times,

They are in their arms.

Holding his beloved son,

Kissing is the same, kissing.

Oh, the universe is full of lullabies …

Suck holy water

Breast milk,

Our kindness to him,

Is it just to get a spoiled and willful return? !

When answering this question,

Finally came to the insurmountable.

The day I swore to my mother,

I will see you soon. ...

When men reach the age of starting a business,

That's the time to work hard.

Not in words,

But through practice,

-The earth will test its children;

Not by appearance,

But through the endoplasm,

-The earth will judge its gifts.

To mother.

Author: Yang [Manchu]

1988 65438+February 27th, Hong Kong. I chatted with my mother in the evening and heard that it snowed in Beijing.

rainy season

In winter,

How can I not miss it?

My season

A snowy day.

And the joy of snow.

You must also know that.

I stood wet and tried to catch the rain.

There are some water particles on his face.

What I want to say in my heart

When holding the receiver

A dull and ugly appearance

You love, you are warm.

You are the thick snow in winter.

You are permanent.

Everywhere I can feel it.

I'll store you.

You are the only one who belongs to me.

I belong to you.

No matter how noisy it is.

No matter how far.

Whether it snows here in winter or not.

I will be deeply immersed in it.

bury sth deep

Your love

Your warmth

Yours is thick

In the snow.

My mother gave me a colorful world.

Author: Park Kangping [Korean]

Every New Year, my mother always gives me a thick calendar. ...

Gently, I took it apart.

Neat, full of my little bed.

365 beautiful leaves

365 magical dreams

365 songs in my heart

365 smiling suns

Is coming quietly.

Oh, my mother gave me a colorful world.

I found it in the crib.

Swinging fireworks.

Snowflakes with six riddles.

Green wheat seedlings, cactus and mailbox

An array of kites.

The wings of pigeons and dandelions

I found the enthusiasm of fireflies.

The Secret of Mimosa and Stars

Gu sui's honesty

The bravery of the spinnaker

The fruit and the wind kept singing.

I found the sea and the monument.

Found the color of the red scarf

Found the melody of bees and violins

Found the lost penny.

Found two lines of footprints left by autumn.

Found the * * * smiling face

I am a naughty boy.

I disassembled the thick calendar.

but

I found a colorful world.

Is it from mom? Eternal maternal love

In this world, nothing is more important than family affection, and nothing is more important than maternal love. Maternal love is the greatest, noblest and most selfless love in the world; Motherly love gives each of us a shelter for growth and a cradle of happiness; Motherly love, there are many enduring and popular stories; Meng Mu chose her neighbor and her mother-in-law to get tattoos ... This is a well-known story. Each of us has a mother, and each mother is a beautiful chapter that people can never get tired of reading and have a long aftertaste. From the moment we were born, we never left our mother's care and love, even in our innocent childhood, young people in their prime and middle-aged people in their prime. This eternal maternal love inspires us all the time, spurs us and becomes our eternal memory. Although each of our mothers is not as widely circulated as the story of Meng Mu and her mother-in-law, our mothers are just as great. On the eve of Mother's Day, in order to express our respect and love for our mother and praise the great maternal love, we passed on the glorious image of our great mother-unpretentious, hardworking, thrifty, intelligent, kind and educated.

Everyone longs for his mother to remain young and never get old; Everyone wants his mother to be kind and warm. However, in today's "making the world full of love", how many younger generations can share their mother's troubles? How many little players can share the mother's work? Mother fell ill because of fatigue, emaciated and aged, and her haggard face seemed out of proportion to her actual age. Fifty-seven-eight, I am covered in frost, and the crow's feet on my eyes are so obvious.

In the world, I am afraid that mother is the kindest and maternal love is the greatest. The image of mother in the writer's works is tall and brilliant; The great mother chanted by the poet is touching; The mother in the eyes of eugenics experts is the first teacher of mankind; As for the images of mothers created by painters and sculptors, they are even more unforgettable. Yes! Who doesn't have a mother Who hasn't suffered maternal love? Whose birth didn't make the mother miserable? So some people say that their birthday should be changed to "Mother's Day", which is not unreasonable.

Throughout the ages, winter has gone and spring has come. In the long river of life, I have read many stories about my mother. In the mountainous areas of Qinhuangdao and Beidaihe, a mother sent all three sons to the battlefield in the bonfire of anti-Japanese war. Her son died heroically and she became a martyr. After decades of liberation, she went up the mountain to collect firewood, eat corn and dried sweet potatoes as always, and never reached out to the government. What a broad mind and noble sentiment this mother is! Tianjin, the widow of a war hero, is thrifty and frugal, using her only pension to support her three children to go to middle school and university. When the child went to work and was about to get married, she closed her eyes and died. At the memorial service, her child sobbed loudly: "Mom, why did you leave so fast and so early?" ? Talk to me! "However, the mother who can't talk died young because she was overwhelmed by the burden of life. A reasonable person can see this clearly.

Children, like leeks, have grown tall and grown up, which should make mothers feel gratified. The burden on their shoulders seems to have been reduced a lot, but it is not. Human reproduction is doomed to intermarry. As a result, my son is getting married and the housing is very tight. Mother tried to borrow money to buy a house. Once you can't buy it, the last resort is to give up the bedroom that you have lived in for decades to ease the contradiction, and the elderly mother has moved into the coal house. Seeing this, you must have a lot of ideas besides admiring your mother's mind and virtue. After another wave of turmoil, my daughter is getting married. Mother is worried about the modern dowry. In order to satisfy her daughter, she raised money and pleaded everywhere. She walked in the wind, trembled in the rain, stopped, staggered and stumbled. My daughter's dowry was ready, and my mother fainted with fatigue. How could she have the heart to attend a grand wedding? How can I have the appetite to taste the delicious food at the wedding banquet?

Some people say, "Life is like a dream." However, my mother's dream is much more bitter and less sweet. From the birth of children to school, from children to the third generation, every stage and every level contains the hard work and sweat of mothers. Nowadays, our only child is called "Little Emperor", and the task of picking up and dropping off the "Little Emperor" in kindergarten falls on grandma. Every holiday, grandma's task is even more arduous. She and Morningstar go to the market to buy food, then cook and prepare fruit. Children and their little baby have had enough to drink and play, and at most they can say "goodbye, grandma!" "

Can a mother not get old after working so hard? Even on the way to March day and night, the head of the army still has to give the order to take a break. After all, mothers are human beings, flesh and blood. Did she have a short rest or a big rest? She needs consideration, understanding and support, and emotional communication between two or even three generations. But how many children think of this today? As young women, you should also be mothers. I hope your fate is better than your mother's. You should know more about "the wind after poverty"!

"Go home often and have a look", let us soothe our mother's heart with actions rather than words and delay her aging. Finally, I wish all mothers in the world a "happy holiday"!