1, "paper boat"-for mom
Author: Bing Xin.
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper. I always 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 let it go home with her love and sorrow!
2. "Mother"
Author: love.
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. Mother
Author: Shu Ting.
Your pale fingertips caress my temple, and I can't help being like a child. Hold on to your skirt, oh, mom, to keep you from disappearing. Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time. I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear that it will disappear after washing. Lose your unique warmth.
Oh, mother, the running water of the years is as ruthless. I'm afraid my memory will fade, too How dare I open its screen easily? I cried out to you for a thorn, but now I am wearing the crown of thorns, and I dare not. I dare not moan. Oh, Mom, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even though the call can penetrate the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the sacrifice of love in this way, although I have written many songs. To the flowers, to the sea, to the dawn, oh, mother, my sweet and tender memories. Not a torrent, not a waterfall, but a dry well that flowers and trees can't sing.