育才学习网1.关于母爱的英文诗歌
Mother Machree [英文美文]慈母颂
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!
在我的心灵之中
有个地方，深不可测
其境从未与闻
哪个少女也难问津；
在我的记忆之中
我的生命充满你的身影
谁也不能取代
永远无人有此真情；
珍贵时光悠悠逝去
辛劳烦扰却永不消停
你眼中的微笑，其光彩
使烦劳转为光明；
宛如点燃的烛光
深夜透窗棂
你深情的爱激励我
引领我一直前进；
是的，我爱你如银的发丝
闪烁着深情的光芒
我爱你额上道道皱纹
岁月刻满沧桑
我吻你勤劳的手指
双手柔情温暖我心房；
啊，慈母在我心
苍天保佑，福寿永绵长！
没找到太长的。
2.赞美妈妈的英文诗
看不懂，不知道可不可以
My Prayer
i want to tell my mother how to love herself on earth.
To face her illness struggle and her strife and improver her worth
Not just the housework hevy on her back or how rivers flow
But how to choose the proper path wherever she would have a real reflax.
To understand the enternal healthy life and know the paid from the gain
And gather all the beauty of a flower and a song
For if i help my mother to grow in wisdom and in grace
then, i shall feel that i have won an di have filled my place
And so i ask my guidance, God, that i may do my part
For character and love and happiest of my heart to my Kindest mother
3.有关母爱的英文诗歌
Mother's Hands 母亲的手 by Janie Emaus As teenagers we live in a different world from our mothers, a world where mothers hang out on the peripheries. Of course, almost everyone has one; they are unavoidable annoyances. Today, as I approach that edge, as I am the one with the teenage daughter, I look at my mother through different eyes. And I sometimes wish I could halt the years and stop her from growing older, stop her from repeating herself. 作为孩子，我们生活在和母亲不同的世界里，生活在一个由母亲监控的世界里。
当然，几乎每个人都有一个这样的世界，这是不可避免的烦恼。 现在，当我也处在监控的位置上，当我也成为一个女孩的母亲时，我开始从另一个角度来看我的母亲。
有时候，我希望自己能够让时间停止，让我的母亲不再变得衰老，让她不再一遍遍地唠叨。 We sit at my kitchen table as the sun designs a mosaic of light on the tile floor. My daughter, Anna, sits next to my mother. "When is Rick going to be here?" my mother asks, referring to my husband. "I don't know, Mom," I answer patiently. "He'll be here for dinner." 我们坐在餐桌旁边，阳光照在地板上，形成马赛克状的光斑。
我的女儿安娜就坐在我母亲旁边。 “瑞克什么时候来？”母亲问。
瑞克是我的丈夫。 “我不知道，妈妈，”我耐心地回答，“他会来这儿吃饭。”
I sigh and get up from the table. This is at least the tenth time she has asked that question in as many minutes. While my mother and daughter play Monopoly, I busy myself making a salad. "Don't put in any onions," Mom says. "You know how Daddy hates onions." 我叹了口气，站起身来。不大一会工夫，她已经问了不下十遍了。
妈妈和女儿在玩强手棋，我则忙着做沙拉。 “别放洋葱，”妈妈说，“你知道你爸爸有多讨厌洋葱。”
"Yes, Mom," I answer, shoving the scallions back into the fridge. I scrub off a carrot and chop it into bite-size pieces. I thrust the knife into the carrot with more force than is necessary. A slice falls onto the floor. “好的，妈妈。”我回答道，顺手把洋葱又塞进冰箱。
我洗干净一个胡罗卜，把它切成小块。我象撒气似的用力把刀刺进胡罗卜。
有一片罗卜掉到了地上。 "Don't put any onions in the salad," she reminds me. "You know how Daddy hates onions." This time I can't answer. I just keep cutting. Chopping. Tearing. If only I could chop away the years. Shred the age from my mother's face and hands. “沙拉里一点洋葱也不要放，”她提醒我，“你知道你爸爸有多讨厌洋葱。”
这次我没有回答。 我只是不停地切着、剁着、流着泪。
要是我能把这些年流逝的时间一扫而光就好了。将母亲脸上、手上的岁月沧桑抚平。
My mother had been beautiful. She still is. In fact, my mother is still everything she has been, just a bit forgetful. I try to convince myself that's all that it is, and if she really concentrated, she would not repeat herself so much. There isn't anything wrong with her. 母亲一直都很漂亮。现在也是。
实际上，母亲基本没变，只是有点健忘。我试着说服自己，就是这点问题，如果她真能集中精力，就不会这么一遍遍地唠叨了。
她并没有什么毛病。 I cut off the end of the cucumber and rub it against the stalk to take away the bitterness. The white juice oozes out the sides. Wouldn't it be nice if all unpleasant situations could be so easily remedied? Cut and rub. This is a trick I have learned from my mother, along with a trillion other things: cooking, sewing, dating, laughing, thinking. I learned how to grow up. I learned the art of sorting through emotions. 我切下黄瓜的一端，用它在黄瓜上摩擦以消除苦味。
白色的汁液从边上渗出来。如果所有的不快都能这么容易地解决，这不是太好了吗？切下来，然后摩擦。
这是我从母亲那里学来的窍门，除了这个，还有数不清的事情：做饭，缝纫、约会、笑、思考。我学会了如何长大，学会了处理感情的艺术。
And I learned that when my mother was around, I never had to be afraid. So why am I afraid now？ 而且我知道，只要母亲在旁边，没有什么东西可以让我害怕。 那么，现在我为什么害怕呢？ I study my mother's hands. Her nails are no longer a bright red, but painted a light pink, almost no color at all. And as I stare at them, I realize I am no longer looking at those hands but feeling them as they shaped my youth. Hands that packed a thousand lunches and wiped a million tears off my cheeks. Hands that tucked confidence into each day of my life. 我仔细端详母亲的手。
她的指甲不再是鲜红色的了，但却涂成了淡粉色，那颜色淡得几乎没有。在我端详这双手的时候，我发现自己不再是看这双手，而是在感觉这双塑造我青春的手。
这是一双为我装过成千上万次午餐，无数次从我的脸颊擦去泪水的手，是一双在我生命中的每一天都给我信心的手。 I turn away and throw the cucumber into the bowl. And then it hits me. My 。
4.英语作文"妈妈的爱"怎么写
I Love You, Mum! My mother is forty-five years old. She works in a factory from 7.00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m. She works very hard. When she gets home, she does some housework. She often helps me with my homework. She is always very busy, but I've never found any tiredness on her face. When I have difficulties, I usually ask my mother for help. She is not only my mother, but also my friend, and my teacher. If I am not happy, she will make me laugh. I think my mother is the best woman in the world. I love you, Mum!。
5.[急
Mother's Hands 母亲的手 by Janie Emaus As teenagers we live in a different world from our mothers, a world where mothers hang out on the peripheries. Of course, almost everyone has one; they are unavoidable annoyances. Today, as I approach that edge, as I am the one with the teenage daughter, I look at my mother through different eyes. And I sometimes wish I could halt the years and stop her from growing older, stop her from repeating herself. 作为孩子，我们生活在和母亲不同的世界里，生活在一个由母亲监控的世界里。
当然，几乎每个人都有一个这样的世界，这是不可避免的烦恼。 现在，当我也处在监控的位置上，当我也成为一个女孩的母亲时，我开始从另一个角度来看我的母亲。
有时候，我希望自己能够让时间停止，让我的母亲不再变得衰老，让她不再一遍遍地唠叨。 We sit at my kitchen table as the sun designs a mosaic of light on the tile floor. My daughter, Anna, sits next to my mother. "When is Rick going to be here?" my mother asks, referring to my husband. "I don't know, Mom," I answer patiently. "He'll be here for dinner." 我们坐在餐桌旁边，阳光照在地板上，形成马赛克状的光斑。
我的女儿安娜就坐在我母亲旁边。 “瑞克什么时候来？”母亲问。
瑞克是我的丈夫。 “我不知道，妈妈，”我耐心地回答，“他会来这儿吃饭。”
I sigh and get up from the table. This is at least the tenth time she has asked that question in as many minutes. While my mother and daughter play Monopoly, I busy myself making a salad. "Don't put in any onions," Mom says. "You know how Daddy hates onions." 我叹了口气，站起身来。不大一会工夫，她已经问了不下十遍了。
妈妈和女儿在玩强手棋，我则忙着做沙拉。 “别放洋葱，”妈妈说，“你知道你爸爸有多讨厌洋葱。”
"Yes, Mom," I answer, shoving the scallions back into the fridge. I scrub off a carrot and chop it into bite-size pieces. I thrust the knife into the carrot with more force than is necessary. A slice falls onto the floor. “好的，妈妈。”我回答道，顺手把洋葱又塞进冰箱。
我洗干净一个胡罗卜，把它切成小块。我象撒气似的用力把刀刺进胡罗卜。
有一片罗卜掉到了地上。 "Don't put any onions in the salad," she reminds me. "You know how Daddy hates onions." This time I can't answer. I just keep cutting. Chopping. Tearing. If only I could chop away the years. Shred the age from my mother's face and hands. “沙拉里一点洋葱也不要放，”她提醒我，“你知道你爸爸有多讨厌洋葱。”
这次我没有回答。 我只是不停地切着、剁着、流着泪。
要是我能把这些年流逝的时间一扫而光就好了。将母亲脸上、手上的岁月沧桑抚平。
My mother had been beautiful. She still is. In fact, my mother is still everything she has been, just a bit forgetful. I try to convince myself that's all that it is, and if she really concentrated, she would not repeat herself so much. There isn't anything wrong with her. 母亲一直都很漂亮。现在也是。
实际上，母亲基本没变，只是有点健忘。我试着说服自己，就是这点问题，如果她真能集中精力，就不会这么一遍遍地唠叨了。
她并没有什么毛病。 I cut off the end of the cucumber and rub it against the stalk to take away the bitterness. The white juice oozes out the sides. Wouldn't it be nice if all unpleasant situations could be so easily remedied? Cut and rub. This is a trick I have learned from my mother, along with a trillion other things: cooking, sewing, dating, laughing, thinking. I learned how to grow up. I learned the art of sorting through emotions. 我切下黄瓜的一端，用它在黄瓜上摩擦以消除苦味。
白色的汁液从边上渗出来。如果所有的不快都能这么容易地解决，这不是太好了吗？切下来，然后摩擦。
这是我从母亲那里学来的窍门，除了这个，还有数不清的事情：做饭，缝纫、约会、笑、思考。我学会了如何长大，学会了处理感情的艺术。
And I learned that when my mother was around, I never had to be afraid. So why am I afraid now？ 而且我知道，只要母亲在旁边，没有什么东西可以让我害怕。 那么，现在我为什么害怕呢？ I study my mother's hands. Her nails are no longer a bright red, but painted a light pink, almost no color at all. And as I stare at them, I realize I am no longer looking at those hands but feeling them as they shaped my youth. Hands that packed a thousand lunches and wiped a million tears off my cheeks. Hands that tucked confidence into each day of my life. 我仔细端详母亲的手。
她的指甲不再是鲜红色的了，但却涂成了淡粉色，那颜色淡得几乎没有。在我端详这双手的时候，我发现自己不再是看这双手，而是在感觉这双塑造我青春的手。
这是一双为我装过成千上万次午餐，无数次从我的脸颊擦去泪水的手，是一双在我生命中的每一天都给我信心的手。 I turn away and throw the cucumber into the bowl. And then it hits me. My 。
6.有关父母的爱的诗 英文
1 Dream Of A Day When I was a little girl, I always dreamed of this day, I knew the words off by heart, I knew exactly what I would say. And I imagined my Daddy, walking me down that aisle, I could see the look on his face, I could see the pride in his smile. But life doesn't always run to plan, I guess that's plain to see, and some things just go and happen, some things are just meant to be. But this is meant to be a happy day, happier for others than for some, and I just wanted to share some thoughts, because I wanted to tell you about my Mom: My mother has been my inspiration, she has guided me throughout my life, and there are some words that I need to say, especially now that I'm a wife :) You've always been there for me, just when I needed you the most, and in a moment, we'll drink to you, in a moment, to you we shall raise a toast. Because you have shown me what love is for, and the love that two people can have for one another, you have shown me how to be a devoted wife, and of course, how to be a wonderful mother. Those six years were very tough, but that's just when the tough got going, and you showed Dad all of your love, and gee, you did a lot of showing ! Even though you've lost the love of your life, (and this is one of those meaningful rhymes), The Lord will give you all of His strength, to get you through your more difficult times. And I will also always be there for you, if you ever need a shoulder or a helping hand, divided we shall fall and be conquered, but together and united we will make a stand. And if you need someone to just sit and listen, then I'll be there just for you, because after everything you've done for me, this is the very least that I can do. Today, I felt my father's spirit, I could feel him proudly looking on, I could feel his love for us all, I could feel where his love brightly shone. He just wants you to be happy, I know this from deep inside my heart, and he knows that he will love you forever, and he knows that you'll never truly part. And all that he will ever wish, and this my dearest wish too, is that I have such a wonderful marriage, and that I'm loved as much as he loved you. And today, my Daddy's spirit was with me, and he did indeed walk me down that aisle, and I imagined the look upon his face, and yes, it was a very proud smile. Copyright Allen Jesson :) 2001 2 A Parents Love I gave you life, but cannot live it for you.I can teach you things, but I cannot make you learn.I can give you directions, but I cannot be there to lead you.I can allow you freedom, but I cannot account for it.I can take you to church, but I cannot make you believe.I can teach you right from wrong, but I cannot always decide for you.I can buy you beautiful clothes, but I cannot make you beautiful inside.I can offer you advice, but I cannot accept it for you.I can give you love, but I cannot force it upon you.I can teach you to share, but I cannot make you unselfish.I can teach you respect, but I cannot force you to show honor.I can advise you about friends, but cannot choose them for you.I can advise you about sex, but I cannot keep you pure.I can tell you the facts of life, but I can't build your reputation.I can tell you about drinking, but I can't say "no" for you.I can warn you about drugs,but I can't prevent you from using them.I can tell you about lofty goals, but I can't achieve them for you.I can teach you about kindness, but I can't force you to be gracious.I can warn you about sins, but I cannot make you moral.I can love you as a child, but I cannot place you in God's family.I can pray for you, but I cannot make you walk with God.I can teach you about Jesus, but I cannot make Jesus your Lord.I can tell you how to live, but I cannot give you eternal life.I can love you with unconditional love all of my life . . . and I will!!!/poems/love/parentsluv.htm3 /Poems_page.htm 这里很多不同风格的，自己挑咯。
7.关于感恩父母的英文诗
You taught me everything 你教会我所有的东西，
And everything you've given me 你给我的一切
I'll always keep it inside 我都会珍藏在内心深处。
You're the driving force in my life 你是我生命的动力。
There isn't anything 如果没有你，
Or anyone that I can be 就没有今天我的一切。
And it just wouldn't feel right 如果你不在我的身边。
If I didn't have you by my side 一切都不对劲。
You were there for me to love and care for me 你爱我，关心我，
When skies were grey 当天空乌云密布时候。
Whenever I was down 当我失意的时候，
You were always there 你总是在那里
To comfort me 给我安慰。
And no one else can be 在我生命中，
What you have been to me 没人能取代你的地位。
You'll always be 你永远是
You will always be the girl 我生命中
In my life for all times 最重要的女人。
Mama 妈妈
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8.妈妈的爱[献给母亲节]英语诗歌或者散文
给母亲的诗 第一卷《收割生命》 从我出生的那天起，我就爱上了母亲的脸孔 一 我凝视斜面的夕阳 暮色里河马驮来月亮 刚露头的星星 写满了我的忧伤 我的思想在墨水里 大声地泅渡 我的钢笔在稿纸上过夏 思念写满了我的眉头 拧出浑浊的夜 母亲零乱的发丝 在一场纤柔的雨中 在家乡的那条河流里 我想起母亲的美丽和温柔 我想着母亲的微笑 相思悄悄爬上我的面颊 我是月光下的每一条 欢快的河流 我的梦躺在家乡的河床上 厮守着一片热土 母亲在稻麦的目光里 爬满了时光的痕迹 我凝视岁月，它像一把镰刀 等候秋天的收割 我在甜蜜的果子里摇摆 我的秋天 属于诗的季节 二 家乡的每一片记忆 活在我的思想里 一群麻雀飞来 衔所有与梦有关的诗句 我是那个拿弹弓的孩子 我突然间流泪满面 我的目光 沿起伏的山脉飞翔 俯瞰人类梦幻的颜色 飞来的燕子给我亲切的私语 我顽皮地倒挂在枝头 摆弄我掌纹的秘密里的 那些野菜，石子和家兔 我带着春天的火把 在黑夜里穿行 带着我诗歌的翅膀 立在荒山里 老鹰掠过来 衔成熟的谷粒 我在秋天的晨曦放歌 我在快乐的乡土上 忘我地种植童年的渴望与激情 栖息着灵魂的麦地 诗歌的语言是沉寂的麦粒 如今，我安详地 躺在萤火虫的目光中 我的诗歌 带着我去天堂的路上 我无意地捡拾到了 一双水鸟的翅膀 勾画着一片属于自己 青色的天空 走在五月的柳叶下 收割一道道潮湿的目光 我的思想 在一片疯长欲望的豆荚里 我是一位多情的汉子 讲述的河道的故事 我看到父亲痛苦而艰难地蠕动 那个漫天灿烂的夜 父亲和大坝一起流失 三 如今，我把父亲的微笑 和那条一直沉默的河流 投放在我火焰的梦中 把发黄的十一月 和发霉的诗歌一起燃烧 我看到母亲瘦弱的背影 对父亲如麻节的柔情 她对父亲的爱 深埋在山一样的忠诚里 我不知道怎么去安慰 我试图把疯狂的河流 制定了法律 安装上诗歌的石块 阻挡雨季鲜活的肉体 我走进了语言，走进条河流 我在涨潮的岸上 画出一双愤怒的眼睛 母亲在艰难地爬行着 在撕裂的苦痛里 岁月沿着她斑驳的额头爬行 潮湿的雨季 她坚硬的筋骨 被浸了一种风湿病 我试图把所有的诗歌 变成蒸馏的药酒 统统倾洒在五月的麦地 让火焰在麦地里疯狂地生长 让语言在母亲的血管里 迅猛奔跑 让诗歌卸去病痛的折磨 四 自从母亲不能直立行走以后 一夜之间，我丧失了记忆 我像黄牛张着大大的嘴巴 喋喋不休地述说着青草的命运 我成了贪睡的猪 没日没夜地吃掉了 成吨的粮食和思想 母亲含着泪把我的生命 种植在故乡的原野 沉默的世纪 在我的灵魂里复苏 我从来就是个那个倔强的汉子 在喘息的土地上 我孕育着一种清馨的气息 我在原野里种植着诗歌的种子 我期待着 诗歌长成禾苗之后 体弱多病的母亲 便有了过冬的粮食 我正努力地用灵魂的文字 掩埋着自己 其实我早已被诗歌俘虏 父亲成了那些光滑的石头 开放着一束坚强的目光 在柔和的月光下 结满了一串串硕果 越过那高高的山峰 父亲的身影在凄厉的风中 逐渐成为诗的化石 我的灵魂在他的精神的光芒 我走过了黑夜 跋涉着自己坚韧的年轮 把星星与火焰 高高地举过头顶 我干涸的目光 被长箭一样的痛苦穿过 最后，我的灵魂 返回了河流的中央 五 我铺开一张张的稿纸 一张张褪色的稿纸 很多时候 我带着儿时的天真 写满自由和生命 也许，只有幻想的蝴蝶 才能舞蹈在四月的每一个角落 而我不屑于蝴蝶的殷勤 不接受她的温柔爱抚 我一只手高擎着火焰的灵感 而另一手紧攥着廉价的思想 我走过蔓延记忆的原野 我是坐在老槐树下乘凉的 那个为诗歌而疯的男人 我在那些巧舌女的嘴里 一不小心就被咀嚼成一颗 性感十足的黄豆 在滑腻的五月 我将以诗歌的名义 用语言去建筑那个美丽的家园 我习惯和影子说话 独立岸边的姿态 我想象一条飞翔的鱼 我渴望拥有一种放飞的心情 我和河流相视而坐 不需要任何语言 用起伏的目光去呼吸 此时那些童年的时光像河水 那些透明的河水 装在一个细瓷的杯子里 做着自由的舒展运动 于是，我想起母亲细瓷的脸 六 如今，思想里有太多的放纵 我对母亲的思念 也成了泡沫和语言碎片 那些所有对家乡的记忆 也成了一道道沟坎 我只有强行和思想上路 并把潮水似的的亲情 和群山一起喝下缄默 深夜，我阅读着未完成的诗稿 体会着一种叫亲情的幸福 我的心灵读到了生活的真谛 我种植在田野里的渴望 在季节里长出黄色的果实 我的灵魂在果实里 在又一个春天长出了嫩风 在土壤与种子之间 我自由地穿行 天空是我渴望的表情 我奔跑在每一条小溪里 拿生命去聆听 每一道河流的倾诉 我带着童谣走过一道道河流 带着诸多鲜红的梦幻 像花儿一片片地开放 我唱着露天电影的插曲 以季节的帷幕 在树影里像老鼠的爬行 在如芝麻的星光下 摆着我那不到14寸的腰 童年的夜，如明媚的露珠 浸染我的蓝色衣襟 我躲在新叶上 织一个鲜花的季节 我的记忆，如今把所有的情感 拥住秋天的虫子 和冬天安眠 笑容里凝结透明的液体 风儿挂在耳边 我可以听到花瓣打开的声音 我在上面附上我思念的纸笺 我已经长出老茧的手掌 揭开了生命的秘密 我青翠的笔调 写满相思和春天初始的问候。
9.赞美母亲的英文简单诗
1Hello,hello,My mather ,you find?you happy?I very love you! Happy ,you happy! I love you ,I love you!
你好，你好，我的妈妈，你好吗？你快乐吗？我非常爱你！快乐，你快乐！我爱你，我爱你！
I wrote my name on the tree,
but the time washed it away.
I wrote my name on the road,
but the rain washed it away.
I wrote my name on my hand,
but the soap washed it away.
Today,
I write my name on the birthday card,
and I'll send it to my mother.
I know it would be there forever,
just as the one in my mother's heart
我在树上涂上我的名字，
时间冲刷掉了它。
我在街上划下我的名字，
雨水冲刷掉了它。
我在手上记下我的名字，
肥皂冲刷掉了它。
如今，
我把名字写在生日卡片上，
将它送与我的妈妈，
我知道它将永远停留在那，
就象永远停留在妈妈心中的我的名字一样
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