Dedicated to mother: sitting quietly on a flower has been integrated with the book. The book was opened wide by her attention, and countless forgetful black eyes were so beautiful and quiet. In those years, I grew up healthily in such a scene.
She gently read the waves in the air, loved them and smelled the sea of homesickness. This bending posture makes the sun bend on the ground, and this snow-white hair makes every winter pure and beautiful.
Old mother, sitting quietly in the cold of early spring, waves have filled my years, and a magnificent poem of mine is waiting for you to read.
Mother: A river of youth suddenly runs away from her mother. I stopped by a blue sky, and my bike leaned against the sunshine and deep water of the blue sky.
Vast clouds and drifting clouds At this moment, the flowers in my life suddenly bloom. This is the messy beauty everywhere. I drank the waves and rode away by bike. The wheel rolled away and disappeared completely.
My body was left beside the endless blue, my poems recorded my life, and I was in full bloom ―― I was left in green mountains and green waters, living and working, and I lived with my mother's poems, melancholy, singing and full of hope, waiting for my return.