The first "mother" is to seek the protection of childhood maternal love, show the greatness and selflessness of maternal love, and pay attention to the contribution of maternal love.
The second "paper boat" is the nostalgia, attachment, gratitude and return to maternal love in youth. Focus on gratitude and report maternal love.
The third "Successful Flowers" is a metaphor for people who have flowers. It is hard to write success: it is the crystallization of tears and blood, and it is the bud bred by struggle and sacrifice.
The fourth "Green Bud" praises beautiful youth and positive life, and encourages young people to serve the motherland faithfully.
Barcos de papel
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-Save it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still fold every day and never give up.
I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a very small boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason,
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.
Mom, for a long time
I just want to write a poem for you.
But I wrote it many times.
I haven't written it yet
Mom, I wrote this poem for you.
I don't know how to start.
I don't know how to end it.
I don't know what to write.
It's like slapping you hard when you were a child.
I don't know whether to accept it bravely.
Or should I choose to escape?
Mom, I thought of you again tonight.
I decided to write a poem for you.
Even if it's not well written
Even if you are far from home.
Never read ...
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.
Flower of success
People are only surprised by her present talent,
However, at the beginning, her bud,
Soaked with tears of struggle,
Rain full of blood and sacrifice
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Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hides in its nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms.
Tender green shoots
Tender green shoots
He Qingnian said:
Show yourself!
Pale white flowers
He Qingnian said:
Give yourself!
Crimson fruit
He Qingnian said:
Sacrifice yourself!