1, paper boat.
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper, but keep it-keep it, fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea. Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I still keep folding them up every day, hoping that one of them can only flow where I want it to go. Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home.
2. "mom"
My mother is as humble as moss, as solemn as dawn, as soft as the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River, as hard as the cold jade of a thousand years. When I raise my eyes, she is a bright moon. When I lower my head, she is a vast land.
3. Poems for mother.
Mom, I have long wanted to write a poem for you, but I haven't written it well many times. Mom, I don't know how to start this poem for you, how to end it, or what to write. It's like slapping you hard when you were a child. I don't know whether to accept it bravely or choose to escape from my mother.
I thought of you again tonight, and I decided to write a poem for you. Even if it is not well written, even if you are far from home, you will never read it ... Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wan Shui Qian Shan, ask him to take her love and sorrow home.