Poetry｜Three poems for my mother

Three poems to my mother

Article/Zhang Hongbo

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Hide impetuosity , light

Hiding the thunder of life

Mother, when did you hide yourself as

A bow, walking hard in the world

Is it wind, rain

Or heavy snow one after another

Your body and mind will wither and mottle again and again

Yes! When I stood tall and straight

Standing in life

You smiled with tears in your eyes

Hiding all the pain, grievances, hiding the memories of a lifetime< /p>

Swinging sadness

Hide yourself like a bow. Bend, tighten

Tighten again...

Accumulate all the strength and love in my heart

Push me to the heights of life one by one

Withered vines

In the past, I climbed over field ridges and grains

Xiliang Lake of water

Climbing over the stove, full fruits

Steaming life

Climbing over my face, arms and thirty years of < /p>

Joy, anger, sorrow and joy

Now, it is old

Like a withered vine without moisture

< p> and rolling blood

It cannot climb, let alone wrap around

It can only let the smoke, birdsong, and moonlight of hometown

The dream of fruit

slipped from mother's fingertips

It can't even hold the care and love in its heart

Moonlight

At that time, it was called blue hair

Flying above the mother's head

Hidden Look at the purity in her eyes and the joy of becoming a mother for the first time.

Hide the tenderness of time

Hide the rapid changes of life

Later, it became whiter and whiter

I just It can be called moonlight

It has the coldness and desolation of moonlight

It makes many passing things slow down

Decline and death

I have been hurt by its light more than once

On the days when I go home or travel far

I endure its brilliance like the autumn wind cutting down fallen leaves. Pain