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 boat, throw it into the sea.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I am still not discouraged, folding every day,
I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't dream in surprise 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.
Stars (33)
Mom!
Put aside your troubles,
Let me fall into your arms,
Only you are the destination of my soul.
( 102)
Little flower,
I want to look up, too,
Thanks for the love of spring-
However, deep goodwill,
This finally silenced her.
Mom!
Were you that spring?
( 159)
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.
Ah, Shu Ting's mother.
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 fading figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream 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 the memory will fade, too.
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and 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 sacrifice 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 a torrent, not a waterfall.
It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
Shu Ting on the Cross of Poetry
-To my mother in the north.
I got it.
On the cross of my poem
In order to complete a fable
In order to obey an ideal
The sky, rivers and mountains
Chose me and let me bear it.
I'm not qualified to make sacrifices.
So, I put my heart
Hold it high in your hands.
That is bitterness and pleasure.
A heart that has been pierced a thousand times.
Because of anger and desire
Infinitely expanding and contracting heart
my heart
Under the projection of eyes from various angles.
Emitted a rainbow of light.
But I'm tired, mom.
Reach out your hand.
Put it on my hot forehead.
I gave my life.
My sad flower
Although despised, it was trampled into mud.
I gave my life.
My initial naivety
Although it was desecrated, it was shrouded in doubt.
I held out my hands in purity and shyness.
Begging everyone to leave.
Everybody turn around.
I don't hide my weakness.
Even the swing of my black hair.
Has become a part of the world.
Red house, old banyan tree, fishing lamp on the bay
Into words in my eyes
Words produce sounds.
Surging around like waves.
In order to move
A heart that has not been touched.
But I'm tired, mom.
Reach out your hand.
Put it on my hot forehead.
The sunshine caresses me
Sprinkle it on my thin shoulders.
The wind and rain eroded me.
Change my childish face
I got it.
On the cross of my poem
Let the chorus cheer.
Stars and rain generally fall on my side.
God-like vulture
Eat my insides every day.
I don't belong to myself, but to myself.
That fable
That ideal
Even so.
I became a fossil.
That's my song.
Happy life
Will knock open a closed shutter
Dill flowers are still climbing.
open
Although I'm tired, mom
help me
Stand at the forefront of the front line
Thanks to Wang Guozhen.
How can I thank you?
When I walk up to you
I want to harvest a spring breeze.
You gave me the whole spring.
How can I thank you?
When I walk up to you
I want to take a spray.
You gave me the whole ocean.
How can I thank you?
When I walk up to you
I want to pick a red leaf.
You gave me the whole maple grove.
How can I thank you?
When I walk up to you
I want to kiss a snowflake.
But you gave me a silver world.