A poem for my dying mother

one

My mother had a rough life, and she burst into tears when she thought of the past. Paying a few meters to support the family and raising children is hard.

I am struggling to live in poverty, and I am trying to travel alone. Eighty years and six years later, he went to the immortals and set up a monument to set a good example.

two

Where can I see my mother's smile when I go to Fairy Palace? Four virtues strictly follow the example, three virtues follow the example, and celebrate the heritage.

Pearl always looks like a twin, but she is filial and loyal to Dean. If he can serve again in the next life, he will share joys and sorrows for his mother and son.

Third,

Red as beans, bright as the moon, sleepless at night.

The figure sewn by my mother flickered under the lamp, and my mother's cry calling my birth name echoed in my ears.

Like an old story in my mother's mouth, it carries my thoughts and opens dusty memories.

The summer heat is hard to reach, and the cattail leaf fan in my mother's hand shakes with the cool wind. It is very cold in winter, but the palm of my mother's hand caressing my shoulder is as warm as ever.

Seeing the world is cold, my mother's kind and gentle smile is even more precious. I feel hot and cold, and my mother's gentle words make my heart surge.

Great maternal love makes me as happy as the spring breeze, as warm as the morning shower, as sweet as drinking nectar.