Mom, your love can't be compared with anything!

Remember I learned from innocent and lively children,

Grow into a carefree teenager.

When I was sick,

You keep talking to me about happy things,

Makes me forget.

When I won the prize,

You keep praising me,

Make me continue to work hard.

When I got good grades,

You keep encouraging me,

Make me make persistent efforts.

I know how tired you are.

Let me hammer your back,

Let me wash your feet.

Let me write a poem for you.

I wish you a happy March 8th Festival!

感人的三八婦女節(jié)英文詩(shī)歌精選篇2

Coming from the antique Book of Songs,

"Green and green, leisurely my heart"

Her beauty

Just like the banks of the Yellow River for thousands of years, the original song,

That's like the March nutmeg singing moths

Her beauty

Like the bright moon in spring, printed in autumn water

Flowing to Jiangnan in Song Dynasty

Her beauty

Like the book of songs by the pillow

Accompany the night to Leon Lai Ming

Accompany youth to twilight

Accompany rivers and mountains

Her beauty

With the heartbeat of a poem

Cut the softest place in your heart

Bright eyes and white teeth, pink peach noodles,

Her beauty

let a person remember

"Peach blossoms on human faces set each other off"

"were like a rain in spring on the blossom of the pear"

Her beauty

"Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently"

感人的三八婦女節(jié)英文詩(shī)歌精選篇3

International Women's Day,

It's a household name.

Rich life is shared,

Great power never fails.

Being kind and close to friends and relatives,

Important high realm of people's livelihood.

Joy promotes prosperity,

Cheerful and inspiring everything.

感人的三八婦女節(jié)英文詩(shī)歌精選篇4

I look like a wounded bird

Comb the feathers

Waiting for recovery

I find

The wound has healed

Healing is just around the corner

A light sigh of relief in my heart

I opened the calendar

Find out which day is a women's holiday

It seems that the day when I found i query, I also walked slowly with the wound

感人的三八婦女節(jié)英文詩(shī)歌精選篇5

A river of youth suddenly rushes away

Mom! I stopped by a blue sky, and my bike leaned against the sun

Underwater blue sky and deep water: boundless clouds

Wandering clouds everywhere at this moment

The flowers in my life burst into full bloom

This is the messy beauty everywhere! I drank the waves, and the wheels rolled away on my bike

I'm far, far

-disappear completely!

The rest of my body is next to a large endless surge of blue

The rest of my poems record life, blooming the flowers that hit me-

I am left with green mountains and green waters, living and working

The rest of me lives with my mother's poems

Living, melancholy, singing and full of hope

Dedicated to mother

Sitting quietly on a flower has been integrated with books.

Books open countless indifferent, black eyes 111 because of her concentration

How beautiful and quiet! Those years

I grew up healthily by tasting this scene. She read softly and made waves in the air

Love spray

Smell the homesick sea!

The posture of bending over makes the sun bend on the ground;

Such white hair makes every winter pure and beautiful.

Old mother! Read for a long time! Sitting quietly on the chill of early spring

The waves cover my years.

I wrote a magnificent poem when I was a student heading for the sea

Waiting for your reading!