Li Liwei
That's a text message from the northwest wind
Hanging on the bed, I turned it out again.
Mended white sweater
Exquisitely woven into a pure saussurea involucrata.
Let me stand in the crumpled old bun
Oiy Mama
I saw you cry for the first time.
Cry into words on stationery and songs of northwest wind
Crying at my little hand and pencil
Cry at my white sweater and the poem I wrote for you.
Crying into my childhood memories and shabby little rocking car.
I remember you forbade me to walk barefoot in winter.
I remember you filling your hunger with sweet potatoes at your free lunch.
I remember when my father was seriously ill, you went to the blood station again and again.
I remember my sister's tragic death, and your tears only flashed in my eyes.
How many times?
Remember, you're not crying.
Dad said the new building was built in an old house with thatched eaves, so you don't want it.
You were really ill that time, and you only spent twenty cents on ABC.
The mended clothes are bleached by sizing.
Wooden beds love singing. How many nails have you nailed?
You don't cry for life.
I can't help calling here.
Mother's yellow hands and white heart
I opened my mouth and it turned into a white fog.
Mom, it will be colder in winter.
I cried quietly where no one was there.
A white sweater with red hands.
mother
You have a mind as broad as the sea.
A mountain of perseverance, indomitable fighting spirit
It is your love and encouragement that makes me full of confidence in this world.
You gave me a warm and happy home.
You let me find a warm harbor in the vast sea.
Mom, you are an ordinary mother.
But you gave me the most special love.
It was your tolerance that made me understand the truth of being a man.
It is your selflessness that makes me understand the happiness of helping others.
It was your encouragement that made me understand that persistence is victory.
mother
Although you didn't bring me fame.
But you make my life answer wonderful.
Although you didn't bring me wealth.
But you make my life as vast as the sky.
mother
You gave me too much, too much.
You've suffered too much.
You gave me the most sincere, noble, selfless and profound love in the world.
It is your most selfless love for the world that enriches me.
Make my life more colorful.
Mom, thank you-
Thank you for giving me a warm but unobtrusive love.
Thank you for giving me the greatest and most selfless love in the world.
How many children in the world know this truth?
It's not a mill.
But it's hard to grind and grind
However, the child grew up.
Looking at her, I just blame her.
Although not an old cow.
But with the patience of a bull.
However, the child grew up.
Often only know to dislike her.
Although not a painter
But with the painter's affection.
Love will give children beauty.
Hatred also beautifies children.
However, the child grew up.
I can always forget her.
How many children in the world understand this truth?
How many children in the world understand this truth?
The cheapest and most priceless name is mom!
Never return kindness. Call mom!
mother
You are a red candle.
I am a dark hut.
You burn silently
Release light
Illuminate me
mother
You are a clear spring.
I am a green seedling.
You walked into my heart.
Fill me with sweet spring water.
Moisten me
You are the sun in the morning.
I am a newly sprouted grass.
Your soft light shines on me
Makes me full of energy.
You warmed me up.
mother
You are the blue sea.
It's a little wet fish.
You have a broad mind and strong arms.
I nestled in your arms with peace of mind.
You take good care of me.
mother
You are my mentor and friend.
Taught me countless knowledge and the truth of being a man.
Come into my world
Know me and talk to me.
mother
How many times have you put up with me?
Encourage me
So I have
Golden house, cash cow, golden key of knowledge.
And take a step back.
mother love
Like the spring wind.
She gave it a gentle brush.
The earth will be green.
mother love
It is a cloud in the sky.
Always let the scorching sun
Go through her first.
Give the earth wind, rain and peace.
mother love
This is the sunset after the rain.
Always let the washed earth
Lying in your arms and never giving up.
Write colorful life dreams in the high sky.
Motherly love is a cloud in the sky.
Always let the burning sun pass through her first.
Give the earth wind, rain and peace.
Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers.
It is a clear spring that moistens the hearts of children.
It is accompanied by a child.
Filament and thread
be kept perfectly
therefore
In the children's laughter and tears, the lingering of maternal love is integrated.
Ah, mom.
Shu Ting
Your pale fingertips touch my temple,
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt.
Ah, mom,
In order to keep your aging figure,
Although the morning light cuts dreams into smoke,
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf,
Afraid that cleaning will make it
Lose your unique warmth.
Ah, mom,
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid my memory will disappear,
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried out to you for a thorn,
Now that I'm wearing a police uniform, I dare not,
I dare not moan.
Ah, mom,
I often look up at your photos sadly,
Even if the call can penetrate the loess,
How dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the gift of love like this,
Although I have written many songs,
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom,
My sweet, soft and deep memory,
Not rapids, not waterfalls,
It is an ancient well that can't sing among flowers and trees.
Mom and I
river
Mom often sits at the window recently.
How many times do you have to clean the glass a day?
The begonia outside is green and cherry red.
All her children are gone.
When she said she was pregnant with me,
How many times a day should I flatten my bulging clothes?
The knitted little clothes are neatly folded.
Thought I was coming.
She can't see me. Do you think I curled up and slept well?
The cluster of trees in front of the window is now
Weave her thoughts into the shaking leaves
She often paints the glass green.
I think I'll pull over.
May I have a good sleep before I come.
She made so many clothes and washed so many clothes for me.
I still keep the wool ball in my heart, waiting for today.
She always wants to see me, but can't see me.
Think about me and worry about me.
I'm afraid the world is beautiful.
Can you let me dance and cry again?