What is Bing Xin's poem about maternal love? thank you

Stars written by Bing Xin

Mom,

The wind and rain in the sky are coming;

The bird hides in its nest;

The storm in my heart is coming,

I hid in my mother's arms.

The corn is ripe. mother

Ants are crawling all over every corner.

-This is the mother's finger.

Corn yellow into poetry

Mother is a miserable poet.

The season of reincarnation

Sweat and finished sweat products

Same as the lifeline price.

Years and faces

There is no carving of the scenery outside the mountain

Mother silently.

only

To discredit the originally indifferent tranquility.

mother

Looking at the fields alone

I'm thinking about my mother.

Mother is the best crop in the field.

A pear tree, to be exact.

The day after my father left.

Family ties turned yellow in the stubble field.

Strange weeds abandoned their homes.

The rainy season wet one dream after another.

Mother stood stubbornly in the garden.

My feet are deeply immersed in the loess.

A thin body in the wind and rain

Hold a heart all your life.

Time drives the seasons.

Time is engraved with annual rings.

The autumn wind passed by.

Kill my mother's life

I'm used to wandering around, wandering around

Every time I come home,

Tell my mother something far away.

She always listens carefully.

She couldn't bear to interrupt me.

every time

My eyes are always full of tears.

To mother.

Shake your light fingers in summer.

Start your beautiful festival.

Women's pride is fleeting.

The baby should be Yaotai Yu Xiang bone.

The voice of blessing is slowly rippling in the boundless sea.

You made me believe

Life is faint and fragrant.

Riyue Yiqiong Lou Qing Pill

Happy Zhu Yan Ye Xiang Lan

Stare with a happy low eyebrow.

Mom told me.

Don't forget to smile.

But we sigh

The nothingness of seventeen-year-old love

We sigh

People trapped in it

The rest is wasted years.

It's a broken, unbound heart.

however

Our place

Fairy tales that are constantly being written

Autumn fairy tales

In my mother's heart

No matter how good the moonlight is, it will inevitably bring some desolation.

Our purity

It's just a book of memories.

I'm glad I can use it.

What mom didn't understand froze her thoughts.

then

let go

Feel the life given by mother.

That hand, that face

I tried to change the space I missed.

But I am

Just wandering at the tip of love

at present

I learned to draw closer with my thoughts.

Create motivation with your heart

Today's wish

Is to make mom's beautiful eyes

Spread the happiest smile in a thousand years.

Is to let that string of snow-covered goodbye

Re-appear

An oath blocked by a door

recur

mother

When it's cold

Think about mom.

Mom is not afraid of the cold.

The mother is afraid that the child will be cold.

Winter is coming.

Mother is wearing thin clothes.

Children sewing

Some warm cotton-padded clothes

Mom's hands are red.

Mom's lips are purple.

Mother always said

Not cold

Mother never goes near the stove.

The children gathered around the stove.

Mothers surround their children.

In childhood

I can't figure it out

at present

grow up

Only then did I know.

Mom is really not afraid of the cold.

I'm afraid my child is cold.

Write to mother

who is it?

who is it?

Put your hair

Become as white as frost

who is it?

who is it?

Put the vicissitudes of the world

Write all over your face

My wandering footprints

Walking on a strange road

Your tears

Also began to flow quietly.

The pace of my long journey

travel around the world

my heart

Wandering around you forever.

mother

Your tears are my sadness.

Your smile is my comfort.

Your love

Is the warmest language.

Makes me strong.

Your arm

It is the largest seaport.

Let me coquetry

I'm the one you can't leave behind

You are my eternal attachment in my heart.

Mom-you are the hometown of my life.

Night * Moon * Mother

The depth of the night

Pour endlessly

Drowned the noise of youth

The moon is bright.

Dirted by the quiet earth.

Complaining about customers' dreams

But a little soft and comfortable.

Catch the shadows of trees in the moonlight.

oneself

But first there was a mottled drunkenness.

Any soft heart

The breeze is blowing gently.

A soft heart was blown away.

Dust falling on memory.

Go back to the farmhouse with my mother and childhood.

Mother's delighted smile

Be permeated with kindness and happiness.

That's because of the wanderers in the distance.

return

Mother's delighted kindness and smile

Gradually spread

be unresolved/unsettled

Become full of heaven and earth

Bright moon

As the night deepens.