Warmth is great, and hard ice melts in spring.

Thousands of catkins spit green, and thousands of trees pick flowers and laugh.

Talented women in petroleum society are like jade, and beautiful women in poetry are picturesque.

Te amo is crazy, Lanting Jas Pouch Lee listens to the rain.

2. March 8 Women's Day

Today, my wife doesn't cook, but also gives money for a day off: dress up carefully and go shopping with my sisters.

Eating at noon is AA, and drinking tea in the afternoon is leisure: it is even more luxurious when my husband comes home at night.

A big bouquet of roses gives birth to fragrance, plus a gold necklace.

My wife has worked hard all her life, and it is rare to have a day off every year: if every day is March 8, my husband will definitely have an opinion.

I hope I can be polite, play the harp and sing Chinese New Year songs every day.

3,' Poetry in Praise of Mother'

I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper and fold it into a boat.

Throw it into the sea from the boat.

Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow.

I am still not discouraged, and I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.

Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.

This was folded by your beloved son in tears.

Wanshui Qian Shan, please ask him to come back with her love and sorrow!

4. "Poems praising mother"

You are a big tree.

Spring depends on your fantasy.

Summer depends on your prosperity.

Autumn depends on your maturity.

Rely on your meditation in winter

Your tall and wide crown ~

Let the fields never be barren.

Mom, you gave me life.

You are the land where I grew up.