Bing Xin's modern maternal poems 1
Barcos de papel
backbone
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Keep it forever
Keep it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I am still not discouraged, folding every day,
I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan, please ask him to come back with her love and sorrow!
Bing Xin's modern maternal love poems II
A poem dedicated to mother
Mom, for a long time
I just want to write a poem for you.
But I wrote it many times.
I haven't written it yet
Mom, I wrote this poem for you.
I don't know how to start.
I don't know how to end it.
I don't know what to write.
It's like slapping you hard when you were a child.
I don't know whether to accept it bravely.
Or should I choose to escape?
Mom, I thought of you again tonight.
I decided to write a poem for you.
Even if it's not well written
Even if you are far from home.
Never read ...
Bing Xin's modern maternal love poems 3
Liberate yourself
The bright moon is like water, wandering under the tree-
Meditation.-meditation.
Pick up dead branches in meditation,
Generously flog oneself.
The shadow of the moon on the ground.
The whole world regards it as a dream,
This is a vague dream.
If it's not clear, it's too clear,
My friend,
For life. Worried that from now on!
But we still have to cross this endless black sea.
My friend!
The world will not abandon you,
Why did you abandon the world?
Clouds of freedom,
It is as quiet as water.
Life is always a dream,
I also had a clear dream.
Throw away dead branches in meditation,
Take a leisurely look at your shadow on the ground and the moon.
Bing Xin's modern maternal love poems 4
Poems for Mother's Day
Mom, for a long time
I just want to write a poem for you.
But I wrote it many times.
I haven't written it yet
Mom, I wrote this poem for you.
I don't know how to start.
I don't know how to end it.
I don't know what to write.
It's like slapping you hard when you were a child.
I don't know whether to accept it bravely.
Or should I choose to escape?
Mom, I thought of you again tonight.
I decided to write a poem for you.
Even if it's not well written
Even if you are far from home.
Never read ...
Mom!
You are a lotus leaf,
I am red-violet.
The raindrops in my heart are coming,
Except for you,
Who is the shade under my empty sky?
Mom!
Put aside your troubles,
Let me sink into your arms.
Only you are the destination of my soul.
Little flower,
I want to look up, too,
Thanks for the love of spring-
However, this far-reaching gift,
She was finally silent.
Mom,
Were you that spring?
Mom!
This kind of odds and ends
Can you have a look?
These words,
Before I go,
Always hidden in your heart.
Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hides in its nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms.