A poem for mother
Before the full arrival of summer
It's you, my dear mother.
Mend the sky of my poetry
What I have is your freedom.
The last line in my dream
Since the rainy season
When moldy poems leave me.
Because my mood is locked.
I died in long thoughts.
I love you, my dear mother.
You gave me a burning look.
Wake up the mountain club that silenced the whole of Shan Ye.
I stubbornly put my wet wish
Dig up the home of the mountain
A determined and kind mother.
You are the one who fills my dream sky.
You gave birth in pain.
My thirst for calcium deficiency
In the ancient and mysterious mountains
These are my sticky eyes
I hold high the mountain of life.
Supporting human life and thoughts.
I stand at the end of the world.
Singing the posture of the mountain
In July, I walked out of the mountain with your singing.
My soul comes into your memory again and again.