1, "Mother's Day"
My illiterate mother passed on her wisdom to me through the umbilical cord. Motherly love, boiled and dyed, and the oil, salt and rice vinegar at home also dyed my heart. Mother, get up early and get greedy for the dark, repair the broken days.
Mother is like a bitter cauliflower, always smiling so brightly. The wrinkles on her face are owed to her by the child, and she looks distressed and ashamed. Motherly love is like a spring water. Where is the dream, she will nourish it!
2. "Mother"
The green leaves are green and the vines are tender. Red petals are like fire, warm enough to remind me of my mother. Thousands of needles and threads are fragrant, and the warmth hidden under your feet is infinite. The flowers are fragrant all the way, and life is not biased.
3, Bing Xin's poem' Paper Boat' excerpt
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 begged it to bring her love and sadness home.