An English poem in memory of my mother-in front of two portraits of my mother
In front of two portraits of mothers
I love this beautiful young girl.
The portrait of my mother was painted many years ago.
When her forehead is white, no.
Shadows in the dazzling Venetian glass
Her gaze. But another similarity shows that
The deep groove on her forehead? It is white.
Marble. Rose poems of her youth.
Her marriage is still far away. this is
My sadness: I compare these portraits, one
A happy, radiant forehead, and another caring-
Heavy: sunrise? Here comes the thick one.
At night. However, how strange my way seems,
Because when I look at these faded lips, my heart
Smile, but at the smiling girl, my tears began.
? Emile Nelligan (1879- 194 1)
I like the portrait of this beautiful girl,
She is my mother. She drew it many years ago.
At that time, her forehead was white and flawless
As bright as Venice glass, there is no shadow in her eyes.
But another portrait shows that her forehead is covered with deep wrinkles, as smooth as white marble.
The rose poem of her girlhood.
I sang it at her wedding, but now it's gone.
At this time, my heart was sad: compare these two portraits.
One looks cheerful, the other looks preoccupied.
A painting is like a sunrise.
The other is like a gloomy night coming.
However, my reaction was unusual.
Because when I look at her tarnished lips,
My heart smiled, but I looked at the smiling girl.
My tears actually started to flow out.
? Imiri? Nelligan (1879- 194 1)
What rules the world? What rules the world?
What dominates the world?
They say that human beings are powerful,
It is said that manpower is infinite.
He ruled the land and the sea;
Dominate the landing site and the ocean
He waved a powerful scepter.
Exercise supreme kingship
o？ Uh, less power;
Dominate the weak creatures.
But a more powerful force,
However, there are more powerful forces.
Man fell from his throne,
Pull a person off the throne.
A cradle-shaking hand
It is those hands that gently push the cradle.
Is the hand that rules the world.
Dominate the whole world
William Russ Wallace. ( 18 19? 188 1)
The meaning of mother is for what she gave me.
M stands for everything my mother has done for me.
O means she is getting old.
O means mom works hard for me.
Represents tears
T means I can't grow up without my mother's efforts.
H is her heart.
H stands for my mother's heart and soul.
E stands for eyes.
E is that my mother has been paying attention to me.
R means right, and always will.
R is eternal maternal love.
Motherly love is like a circle.
Motherly love is like a circle.
It has no beginning and no end.
There is no beginning and no end.
Mom, what a beautiful word, what a great name? I love you very much.
Mom, what a beautiful word and a good name. I love you very much.