Bright and beautiful pictures show the author's thoughts, love poems and memories of his hometown.
The stormy sea is magnificent.
Pluck the author's strings; ("Stars" Volume 28) Except poetry
Never forget to bathe in the warm moonlight and sit on your mother's knee.
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Self-acceptors focus on the deep praise of their mothers' childhood.
The world is pure, friends are too young, and seedlings are tender.
The east-west wicker paddle lotus petal boat is light.
The soul is floating in the spring sea ("Spring Water" O 5). This poem also contains the author's self.
The harmony between innocence and mother is fascinating: if you live forever,
Allow bliss to promise my mother a mother ship.
Zhou Yue Minghai's poem ("Spring Water" O V) is not concise and vivid.
Describe the pursuit of ice: innocence, motherhood and self-beauty.
The images of me, my mother, the sea and the boat are interdependent and intertwined.
Ice-like, drunken dream, perfect scene, ice-like, heartfelt eulogizing mother.
Children; Affectionate, intoxicated, depicting, appreciating the sea, and making good use of the sea as a background.
In the scene, the memory experience is obviously blended.
2. Although the poem is short, it is full of philosophy, and the essence is condensed into several lines. I can't find or think less about Das Kapital, which is simple and profound, and philosophy is very interesting to read, which makes my thoughts full of tenderness and sadness.
3. The poet's mother is really famous for her simplicity. "Star" children really dream when they dream, with tears in their smiles. I want to know that ice children are full of dreams and childish fantasies ... children in the depths of the soul interpret the deep friendship between ice and brothers and sisters. Some ice is full of childlike longing and happiness.
I am eager to go home early, fantasizing about meeting my mother and being happy at home, but I don't fantasize about becoming more lost and disappointed. I have left my hometown and my mother who has no homesickness. Before the spray splashed, I dripped on my rock, and now the waves are pounding my strings. I am eager to leave my hometown. Bit by bit, waves touch my inner roots, my string is about to break, and homesickness is real. My mother's mother is pure.
Ice short poems give me a lot of money. Poetry is full of hypocrisy, and we really understand it from the heart. Ice boy's fantasy and fantasy beauty were introduced to win wealth and childlike interest. I miss my mother deeply. I can achieve what any species in the world of the Holy Mother can achieve.