I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Keep it forever,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I am still not discouraged, folding every day,
I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan, please ask him to come back with her love and sorrow!
Modern Poem 2 on Mother "Pumping Water"
She is drawing water.
Two old wooden barrels
pat
Plump buttocks
Distant light
Can't shine
oneself
senile
She is my mother.
Severe arthritis
Order her
Can only stand
Every day is like this
draw water from a well
Nourish me
Sinomenium in vivo
If there ever comes a day when
She stopped.
It must be because of me.
Go far away. ...
Maternal love, the most selfless love in the world;
Maternal love, the kindest love in the world;
Maternal love, the greatest love in the world!
From the day you fell to the ground, she held you in her arms with warm big hands;
From the day you began to learn English, she taught you to say "mom" for the first time!
She cried, tears of excitement, tears of pride.
No matter where you go, she will always hang up on you.
The height of the sky is never as high as a mother's desire for her children;
The width of the sea is never as wide as a mother's love for her children!
Keep it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.