A modern poem describing left-behind children 1 I often see the swallow's mother.
I often see the mother of the puppy, too.
But my mother lives in a mobile phone.
My father also lives in a mobile phone.
I often talk to my cell phone.
But they never answer.
It will take a long time.
They just said a few words.
They are only during the Spring Festival.
stay at home
stranger
I heard that the world outside is very big.
But it's all hidden in a small TV
It is said that our village is very small.
But grandpa can't find me and hide.
How can I dance again?
Can't break the silence in the house
How can I shout again?
Can't wake up the silence in the village.
The ghost slipped out of grandma's story.
Hiding in an empty room at the head of the village during the day
As soon as night rose, they set off.
Wandering around the village
He often knocks on the window at midnight.
Then I had to hide under the covers.
Speak into your cell phone.
Although mobile phones have never been
answer
Modern poems about left-behind children 2 tear off a page of calendar
I opened my eyes wide.
See what day tomorrow is.
Come back to see me from my mother.
How many days are left?
Whenever a new day comes.
I am more eager to see it.
How I wish 24 hours would pass quickly.
Sipin education ke
The teacher said to me
Mom and dad work hard.
In order to earn money for my school.
I put the teacher's words
Turn it into a driving force for learning
Try to take one more test paper with a score of 100.
Send it to mom and dad.
After school every day.
Go home and finish your homework
Help grandparents.
Boil water and sweep the floor to feed chickens and ducks.
Night arrival.
The stars are twinkling.
I look up at the stars at home.
I hope my mother looks at me like a star.
Lying in bed at night
I always see it in front of me.
The figure of mom and dad.
When I get up at dawn
Grandma said to me
last night
In my dream, I muttered to myself and cried to my parents.
Whenever I see my friend's parents come back from work.
I always run to the intersection on the hillside.
See if mom and dad are back.
Wait until the sun goes down
I reluctantly left the intersection.
When I am naughty and disobedient
Grandma whipped me with a small bamboo pole.
At this moment
I cry for my parents.
Sunday
Whenever I see other children shopping with their parents.
I hope mom and dad will come back soon.
On my birthday.
Order me a birthday cake.
Take me to buy a new shirt.
Another week has passed.
A 365-page calendar
I tore page after page.
Looking forward to my parents coming back to see me every day.
Pick up grandpa's cell phone
Dial mom's phone.
Before I say my words.
I heard my mother's phone.
It's the sound of choking and crying.
Listening to mother's sad cry
I thought to myself
Mom and dad may be too busy at work.
So there is no time to come back to see me.
I put the perfect score of each test paper
Fold up
I am going to wait for my parents to come back for the Spring Festival.
Give them a surprise
Let mom and dad know
My son is obedient at home.
Let them out.
I'm less worried.
Earn more money for my study.
When I was in college,
Take the admission notice
Wipe away the tears of missing for mom and dad
Modern Poetry 3 About Left-behind Children It is summer vacation again.
Those left-behind children
Like migratory birds
Squeeze a train with a car
Run to the city where parents work.
A brief reunion
at this moment
The children have been waiting for a long time
The last reunion with parents
Maybe it's Spring Festival.
Maybe it was last summer vacation.
Maybe three years ago.
Parents' familiar and unfamiliar figures
Often appear in their dreams.
When the children woke up,
Tears of missing hung on his face.
year after year
It's time for parents to reunite with their children.
Can it be longer?
year after year
Opportunities for parents to reunite with their children
Is it a little too much?
They are the hope of this family.
Moisten with more love.
Children's hearts
You'll be happier.
Modern poems describing left-behind children 4 I am a lonely left-behind child.
Although with a pair of adult faces.
Waiting for a gentle touch
The echo of love is ethereal at sea
Left-behind children run in the dark.
Left-behind children whose hearts are in the wilderness
Left-behind children cry
Left-behind children on the road of no return ...
Spring is no different from autumn.
There is no spring in a dry life.
It is still foggy under the blue sky.
Love without understanding makes me cold.
Pay attention to children-
These children were left in the desert.
Although they may have adult faces.
Spring without love in my heart.
The world will become cold.