Bing Xin’s poems about maternal love

"Stars" written by Bing Xin

Mother,

The storm is coming;

The bird is hiding in its nest inside;

The storm in my heart is coming,

I hide in my mother’s arms.

The corn is ripe. Mother

Ants crawl over every grain of corn

--It's mother's fingers

Corn yellow becomes a poem

Mother is a bitter poet

The season of reincarnation

The finished product of blood and sweat

The price is as high as the lifeline

The years and appearance

have not carved the scenery outside the mountains

Mother is silent

Just

wiping away the primitive indifference and tranquility

Mother

when she looks alone at the fields

Mostly I am thinking about my mother

Mother is the best crop in the field

To be precise, it is a pear tree

Father The days after leaving

Family love withered in the stubble fields

Unfamiliar weeds and deserted homes

The rainy season is humid and one dream after another

Mother stood stubbornly in the garden

Both feet dug deeply into the loess

Thin body in the wind and rain

Holding a lifetime of sorrow

The years drive the seasons

Time carves the annual rings

The autumn wind gently passes by

Pinches away the mother's life

I am used to wandering around

Every time I come home

I tell my mother about people and things in the distance

She always listens so carefully

She couldn't bear to interrupt me

Every time like this

My eyes are always filled with tears

To my mother

Summer is shaking its light fingers

Opening your beautiful festival

A woman’s pride is fleeting

Children should be Yao Taiwan Fragrance Jade Bone

The voice of blessing is slowly rippling in the boundless sea

You make me believe

Life is pity for the faint fragrance of spring

The sun and the moon bend gently towards the Qiong Tower

The happy beauty looks towards the night

I am so happy that I lower my eyebrows and stare at it

Mom told me

Don’t forget to smile

But we sigh

The emptiness of seventeen-year-old love

We sigh

Those who fall into it

What is left behind are wasted years

A broken heart that cannot be glued together

However,

ours

Fairy tales that are constantly being written

Autumn fairy tales

In my mother’s heart

No matter how beautiful the moonlight is, it will inevitably be a little desolate

Our purity

It is just a ledger of memories

I am glad that I can freeze my thoughts with words

that my mother cannot understand

Then

Let go

Feel the life given by mother

Those hands, that face

I tried to change it back The space of my longing

But at that time I

was just hovering on the edge of love

Now

I have learned to use longing to close the distance

Create power with heart

Today’s wish

Let my mother’s beautiful eyes

unfold the happiest smile in a thousand years

Let the string of goodbyes covered by snow

Reappear

The vow blocked by the door

Rekindle

Mother

When the weather is cold

Thinking of mother

Mother is not afraid of the cold

Mother is afraid of the cold of her children

Winter is coming

Mother is wearing thin clothes

Sewing warm cotton clothes for her children

One piece after another

Mother’s hands are red

Mother’s lips are purple

Mother always says

It’s not cold

Mother never goes near the stove

The children gathered around the stove

The mother gathered around the children

When I was a child

I never understood it

Now

I have grown up

I know

My mother is really not afraid of the cold

I am only afraid that my children will be cold

Written to mother

Who is it

turning your hair

as white as frost

Who is it

Write the vicissitudes of the world on your face

My wandering footsteps

On the road to a foreign land

Your tears

also began to flow quietly

The steps of my journey

Traveling to the ends of the earth

My heart

Walking around you forever

Mother

Your tears are my sadness

Your smile is my comfort

Your love

Is the warmest language

Makes me strong

Your arms

are the biggest harbor

Let me act like a baby

I am the care you can’t let go

You are in my heart Eternal attachment

Mother - you are the hometown of my life

Shen Ye*Haoyue*Mother

The depth of the night

Boundless The earth pours over

Drowning the hustle and bustle of youth

The bright moon

Smearing the quiet earth

The dream of resentful guests

But it feels a bit soft and comfortable

Catching the shadow of the tree under the moonlight

I myself

I have a mottled drunken state first

Any soft heart

Learn to be blown away by the breeze

The soft heart blown away

Floating In the thick dust of memory

Falling back to the farmhouse where mother and childhood lived

Mother’s joyful smile

Blooming with kind joy

That's because the wanderer from afar

has returned

Mother's joyful and kind smile

gradually spread

in the air

Become the bright moon that fills the sky and the earth

Watch it with the deepness of the night!