This is a family rain flower, withered.
Qiu Lan was shattered all over the floor.
Expressing deep affection, this mortal's heart hurts.
It stung God's eyes.
No way, pity.
Crying, one by one.
Family, time is pressing.
The petals on the eaves are beautiful.
The disguise on the cheek is beautiful.
The restless mood is the most beautiful.
Convergence, a stream leading to a learning career.
The most is canoe.
In my heart
Swim over, swim over
Castle Peak is silent, embracing my disappointment.
My eyes, tears.
Tears of Castle Peak
Even a one-second stay.
The car choked and left.
Parting, the most familiar smell.
Castle Peak is getting smaller and smaller.
Poetry reading-mom
When I was a child,
Mom's knees are armrests.
I helped it learn to stand and walk.
When I grow up,
Mom's shoulders are handrails.
I helped it learn to wander and wait.
When I left home,
Mom's expectation is handrails.
I took it through the storm without worrying.
When I got home,
Mom's smiling face is the armrest.
I hold it to wash away the dust and soothe my homesickness.
Mom's gone
Where can I find it?
I have depended on this handrail all my life.