The first article Mother Zhang
A lamp is still there, still glowing.
There is a drop of blood on the needle tip.
Life is a dress full of holes.
Mom is willing to go through the needle and go ahead.
Seventy-seven spring and autumn joints have been mended.
Give up the last light of your life.
Mother didn't get out of that cold night.
Every morning is a new beginning.
There is a lamp hanging on the dew at the tip of the grass.
A road extends from dawn to the distance.
Bird song is a reminder in that dream.
God designed heaven and hell.
Mother always makes decisive choices.
Trade your life for heaven and leave it to your children and grandchildren.
Chapter 2 Mom, I want to say to you, Mom, you are gone.
Walk slowly.
Snuggle in my arms and return to my native land.
Go back to your familiar old house.
The place that haunts you.
Walk so calmly
So quiet
There seems to be no attachment.
have neither complaint nor regret
No pain, no sadness.
Mom, I want to tell you.
In heaven, how are you?
I miss you very much here.
Do you miss me, too
Do you know
three years
I write every day.
Send thoughts to heaven
Pray every night.
Longing for you to enter my dream.
Think of the days when I lived alone with you.
Precious memories are fresh in my mind.
Wuqiuweipu
Record our land reclamation.
Houjinglingshang
Echoing the footsteps of our visiting relatives.
Zaiyingxian bridge
We like the charming dragon boat race.
In Xuanwu Mountain
We have been praying for peace for years.
We share joys and sorrows.
We share joys and sorrows.
Let you enjoy your family.
We practice filial piety.
We respect the etiquette system
Let you have fun.
Great comfort
Never calm the heartache of farewell.
Annual eulogy
Wandering in Jingtou Mountain, penetrating the sky of Wan Li.
Article 3 Mothers
You are in my heart.
Is the most cordial.
only
You and I are heart to heart and close.
Let the blood be connected and the soul follow.
You are in my world.
Is the most beautiful
none
Very beautiful
As an unforgettable memory.
The feeling of being haunted by dreams
Gentle and kind, tolerant and friendly.
Worthy of your greatest title.
Decorate with any beautiful words
Pale and weak.
Gratitude, often
Say it and hide it in your heart.
You are like the earth.
Pregnant with precious life.
You are like a river.
Dedicate sweet milk
You are like the motherland.
Has created outstanding talents
The fourth article to mother-to mother/Li Riqing
Flowers in Huang Chengcheng bloom when it is warm and cold.
Brown-green leaves covered the sky.
Whether it's a gully or a ridge
Narrow gaps can thrive.
Put on a rare dress for spring.
Mother stared at the little story for a long time.
The storm of years still stirs waves on the old man's head.
The old elm has pimples and sparse hair.
Joint diseases, cracks in the palm.
Long-troubled stomach disease
Vicissitudes are connected with pain.
A river whose rotting feet are drying up.
The rickety figure was burned again and again by the sunset in Xiqiao.
I just think about it day and night.
The appearance of dandelion
Eyes record the stumbling growth process.
She tore off the leaves and boiled them into soup.
Carefully swallow the abdominal sac.
I really want to chew the eventful years again.
Let the empty body dispel the long cold night.
Chapter 5 Mother, I'm sorry for your article.
Call mom,
I burst into tears,
With your concern,
I grew up,
I can't give you any comfort when I grow up.
Call mom,
I burst into tears,
Of your 1000 instructions,
I wasted my time,
You worry about wasting time,
Make you sad.
Oh, mom-
Why is your waist no longer straight?
It is the burden of life that has crushed you.
Oh, mom-
Why is the mood getting worse?
It is the sharp scissors of time.
Cut out the window grilles in your heart.
Oh, mom-
Why did your eyes lose their luster?
It was tears that stained it, not frost that hit it.
Oh, mom-
I feel sorry for you,
It was your son's heart that took your heart,
It was your youth that robbed you of your youth.
There are six windows in Chengde-vulgar children.
I will go to work after breakfast.
I haven't left yet, sitting on the kang.
The old mother used to support the kang with her hands.
Struggling to move his lower limbs that he can't walk.
Then sit still and face out of the window.
I know she's using this method.
Send me with dim eyes
I am also used to leaving home every day.
I will never forget to wave to her old man outside the window.
The expression on her face
I can read it. When I turned around,
There is always a feeling of concern in my heart.
Footsteps seem to be pulled by something. ...
I always get used to it after work.
Hurry home.
The puppy who just entered the house always barks twice first.
For example, greet me kindly.
Then he ran home to inform his mother.
Welcome my mother.
Habitually sitting on the kang.
Look out of the window
I know what her father is looking for.
When my figure appeared in front of her
She always has a smile on her face.
Warm' I'm so happy.
And bouts of sadness ...
Chapter VII Mother's Words/Butterfly's Crazy Dream
I often look at my mother with sparse white hair.
There is always inexplicable sadness in my heart.
An old proverb says that time makes people old.
It often makes me infinitely disappointed.
Give birth to me and raise my mother.
Not as strong as I remember when I was a child.
The thin body carries too much family weight.
I don't talk much all day.
Never quarrel with your neighbors over trifles.
My hardworking mother.
It is your thin shoulders that support us.
Through spring, summer, autumn and winter
Weather rain, snow, wind and frost.
Now, you have become an old tree.
Standing silently in the wind and rain of years
Your children are like birds.
Fly to the distance of hope and longing.
Mom! No matter how far.
You are the origin of our life coordinates.
We are like crows wandering in a foreign land.
Always want to at some point.
With the most pious feedback
Looking back on your warm arms