Bing Xin wrote a modern poem about maternal love, Paper Boat (1).
Author: Bing Xin
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 place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan, please let it go home with her love and sorrow!
Bing Xin wrote a modern poem about maternal love, Mother.
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.
Bing Xin wrote a modern poem about maternal love 3 liberation
Author: Bing Xin
The bright moon is like water, wandering under the tree-
Meditation.-meditation.
Pick up dead branches in meditation,
Generously flog oneself.
The shadow of the moon on the ground.
The whole world regards it as a dream,
This is a vague dream.
If it's not clear, it's too clear,
My friend,
The troubles of life begin now!
But we still have to cross this endless black sea.
My friend!
The world will not abandon you,
Why did you abandon the world?
Clouds of freedom,
It is as quiet as water.
Life is always a dream,
I also had a clear dream.
Throw away dead branches in meditation,
Take a leisurely look at your shadow on the ground and the moon.