Bing Xin's poems are short poems of maternal love.

Bing Xin's maternal love poems include Paper Boat, Poems for Mother and Stars.

Paper boat:

"I never abandon a piece of paper, always keep it-keep it, fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea from the boat. Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I still keep folding them up every day, hoping that one of them can only flow where I want it to go.

Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan begged it to bring her love and sadness home. "

Appreciation: All the works in this collection describe a child's discovery and perception of the world and nature, and the childlike interest and innocence presented in it are poetic. Sentences 1 to 3 in this poem describe children's longing for distant places, communication and mysterious things.

Poems for mother:

Mom, I have long wanted to write a poem for you, but I haven't written it well many times. Mom, I don't know how to start this poem for you, how to end it and what to write. Just like when I was a child, I slapped you hard. I don't know whether to accept it bravely or choose to escape.

Mom, I thought of you again tonight. I decided to write a poem for you. Even if it is not well written, even if you are far from home, you will never read it. ...

Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason. This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.

Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.

Appreciation: Although the article is sincere and deep as the sea, the expression of emotions is not open and enthusiastic, and the restraint between the lines is even more heartbreaking. Although it is an article that confides his thoughts to his mother, the author does not vent this emotion without scruple.

Stars:

Mom! When the storm comes, the bird hides in its nest; The storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms.

Appreciation: The beauty of simplicity is everywhere. Simple structure, simple words, simple content, concise language, no long sentences, no function words, no obscurity, natural and simple.