Chapter 1: Selected Poems on Mother's Day: Celebrating Mother as a River.
I am a fish swimming in the water.
Mother is a river.
I am a boat rowing in the waves.
Mother is a mountain.
I am a small tree in the mountains.
Keep thinking, keep asking
Moonlight lonely grave and me
Raindrops string together memories and fly.
Pick an oil sunflower
Tian Tou's mother plows and hoes the ground.
Plant a bed of leeks.
Footprints overlap with mother.
Courtyard, the wind is blowing.
Memory is like a river.
Day and night, go east.
Chapter 2: Selected Poems on Mother's Day: Praise my mother when I was born.
I was greeted by my mother's tearful smile.
When I cry
What moved me was my mother's gentle little hand.
When I was a toddler
With mom's encouraging eyes.
When I grow up,
What protects me is my mother's meticulous care.
When I travel far away
What worries me is my mother's eternal love.
Chapter III: Selected Poems on Mother's Day: Celebrating Mother's Year
Ruthlessly painted on your lovely face
Pen after pen
Gorgeous peeling
Leave only a vicissitudes of life
Walk into the depths of vicissitudes of life
I vaguely see my mother's young smile.
Hold the spoiled me in your arms.
The scallion cake is still in the big iron pot.
Branding over and over again
A seductive scent
There are low adobe houses everywhere.
Mom's hand
Never afraid of scalding
Scalding pie
Under mother's slender hands.
Crispy and delicious
Mother's stomach
Always hungry.
Every time we are full.
Mom just took over the job.
Mother's words
Always a lot.
Ask someone about his health with concern.
Pull in and out.
Persuade repeatedly
I can't finish it.
Mother's footsteps
Quick and timely
As long as I call my mother.
She will fly to me.
But now,
The negative pressure of a heavy life has bent your waist.
Once flexible footsteps
Become faltering and slow to move.
Do you know
My mother
As long as you call your daughter.
I will be like you.
Fly back to you
Chapter Four: Selected Poems on Mother's Day: Tree Rings in Praise of Mother's Years
Accompany my mother from blue to white hair
It involves a lot of emotions.
Remember those hard days?
Happiness is as high as a grain pile.
Mom and I
Years are picturesque, and I am poetic.
Mother is always in this photo.
Smile happily beside me.
Mom, I don't know.
I am your baby.
It's the flesh and blood in your bones
always
Acacia condenses your body temperature and pain.
at that moment
A portrayal of mother and son connected to each other
Mom, you said.
Let me grow into a red ginseng tree forever
Then you won't be old.
You can keep a love story with dad forever.
You said you wanted me to open a henna flowerpot in front of the window.
Always embedding me in beautiful fingers.
Look at it.
Life is full of happiness.
A heart that will always belong to you
Be taken into a dream
Tiangou of the years
Swallow the vastness of my heart
Nurturing and changing
Stripped my mother's beautiful face
The tedium of life
Never ending.
Mom! I am willing to take care of my children all my life.
Calm and complaint-free
mother
I know I grew up under your wings.
Like a seed of yours.
Small buds planted on the banks of the love river
Looking up at your smile
Grow tall desperately
Mom, my dear mom.
I felt it when I fell.
Because I broke ground and grew up
It is your rings that disappear in the cycle.
As old as the elm tree you planted in front of your door.
late spring
Blow down a faint fragrance.
Mother's back is bent and dragged.
But you still support this family like a sunflower.
Hold up light and dignity in hope.
mother
You are the guiding light in my heart.
I finally know that you have spent your life with love.
Pray and work hard for the harmony, tranquility, happiness and happiness of the family.