Here are the English translations of your Chinese poems:

优秀三八妇女节诗朗诵稿 1

The fire that shoots through my soul, the rays that shine in my horizon,
the morning light dances above me like a cloud, and the rain that has already passed my life's shadow.
It is warm as the sun makes the shadows of the world glow, it is soft as the moonlight that has been gone for centuries.
It is bright as the stars that have always risen from the lowest place of the earth. I am a mother, and you are my child.

I know this world is vast, it stretches far beyond the reach of the sun in some directions. It flows gently through the earth's surface, carrying no trace of its past. I see the love that makes me feel alive—motherhood that never ends, love for my children that is endless and unending.
The fire burns within me, ignites my soul; it warms my heart, it lights my spirit, it fills my heart with a sense of duty and responsibility.

I have grown older, and I know this world has passed away, long ago. But in its wake lies the love that is still around—motherhood that never ends, love for children that is endless and unending.
The fire burns within me; it flows into my soul; it grows with me as I grow older. The rays of light shine through the clouds, reflecting in the horizon and landing on the ground below.

优秀三八妇女节诗朗诵稿 2

The blood that flows freely from your skin, the love that you carry inside your bones,
the love that we hold dear—motherhood that never ends, love for our children that is endless and unending.
You are the mother of a world, the mother of our children’s lives, the mother of all we do in this world.

Your arms lift me higher; they lift the sky above us. Your hands touch my soul; they touch the stars that glow in my eyes.
The fire that smolder within you is brighter than the light of the sun—brighter than the warmth of your skin,
brighter than the joy that lights up the world around us.

You are a force that never gives up, a spirit that never fails, a love that is as strong and unyielding as fire.
You carry in your arms the stars that never fade; they shine bright in my heart, shining in mine, shining in yours.

优秀三八妇女节诗朗诵稿 3

The rain falls softly on my horizon, the shadow of the world stretches into infinity.
It is bright as the sun’s rays that have already left our world, it is warm as the fire that burns within me—brighter than the light of your skin,
bigger than the warmth of your arms, bigger than the joy that lights up the sky above us.

I carry the love that no one can undo or change,
the love that never ends and never fails.
It is the love that makes my heart grow stronger,
the love that weaves through every thread,
the love that sustains us all, even in the darkest night of our lives.

优秀三八妇女节诗朗诵稿 4

The rain falls as it drops, the shadow flows in a gentle arc above me—brighter than the sun’s rays that have already passed,
bigger than the fire that burns within me—bigger than the love that we carry in our hearts.

I carry the fire of my motherhood,
the love that never ends and never fails.
It is the love that makes my heart full,
the love that is always around us as we grow older.

优秀三八妇女节诗朗诵稿 5

The rain falls softly on my horizon—brighter than the sun’s rays that have already left our world,
bigger than the fire that burns within me—bigger than the love that no one can undo or change.

I carry the love that never ends and never fails—the love that is always around us as we grow older,
the love that we hold dear—I know this world has passed away long ago, but the fire still burns within me,
and it keeps going on like a river that never stops flowing.

优秀三八妇女节诗朗诵稿 6

The rain falls softly on my horizon—brighter than the sun’s rays that have already left our world,
bigger than the fire that burns within me—bigger than the love that never ends and never fails.

I carry the love that no one can undo or change—the love that is always around us as we grow older,
the love that we hold dear—I know this world has passed away long ago, but the fire still burns within me,
and it keeps going on like a river that never stops flowing.

优秀三八妇女节诗朗诵稿 7

The rain falls softly on my horizon—brighter than the sun’s rays that have already left our world,
bigger than the fire that burns within me—bigger than the love that no one can undo or change.

I carry the love that never ends and never fails—the love that is always around us as we grow older,
the love that we hold dear—I know this world has passed away long ago, but the fire still burns within me,
and it keeps going on like a river that never stops flowing.

优秀三八妇女节诗朗诵稿 8

The rain falls softly on my horizon—brighter than the sun’s rays that have already left our world,
bigger than the fire that burns within me—bigger than the love that no one can undo or change.

I carry the love that never ends and never fails—the love that is always around us as we grow older,
the love that we hold dear—I know this world has passed away long ago, but the fire still burns within me,
and it keeps going on like a river that never stops flowing.

优秀三八妇女节诗朗诵稿 9

The rain falls softly on my horizon—brighter than the sun’s rays that have already left our world,
bigger than the fire that burns within me—bigger than the love that no one can undo or change.

I carry the love that never ends and never fails—the love that is always around us as we grow older,
the love that we hold dear—I know this world has passed away long ago, but the fire still burns within me,
and it keeps going on like a river that never stops flowing.

优秀三八妇女节诗朗诵稿 10

The rain falls softly on my horizon—brighter than the sun’s rays that have already left our world,
bigger than the fire that burns within me—bigger than the love that no one can undo or change.

I carry the love that never ends and never fails—the love that is always around us as we grow older,
the love that we hold dear—I know this world has passed away long ago, but the fire still burns within me,
and it keeps going on like a river that never stops flowing.