A frozen heart is smart.
Full of artistic reverie and surging thoughts
In this season that belongs to us, we begin to bloom, accompanied by consciousness.
The wind blew away the chapter of history and held my curiosity.
Vivid figures attracted my attention, and Zhaojun went to the fortress to find her husband.
Mulan joined the army, Empress Wu Zetian, heroine Redjade and talented woman Ban Jieyu.
Li Qingzhao, Zhu, Xuan paper is a thousand years old!
A woman is like a flower, gently shaking off a pool of fragrance with your soul.
A woman is like a poem, which invades your dry heart and has a long lasting charm.
If a woman is tea, her heart, lungs, lips and teeth will be fragrant in bitterness.
Women are wine, and all kinds of amorous feelings urge heroes to bend down and stare.
Women let go of maternal kindness and sing enthusiastically with the fire of life.
Women are brave and fearless, and countless women have blossomed through the ages.
A woman's fingers dance lightly, arousing the waves of love.
I want to say too much. Women are gods, souls and spirits. ...
Interpretation is perfect, wonderful and sad!
2, "Holding Mom's Hand" Author: Yu Hua
A river of youth suddenly flows away, mom!
I stopped by a blue sky and my bike leaned against the sun.
Underwater blue sky, deep water, boundless clouds.
Clouds are wandering around. At this time, the flowers in my life suddenly bloom.
This is a mess of beauty everywhere! I swallowed the waves.
Riding a bicycle, the wheels are rolling, and I am far away.
Far away-completely disappeared, leaving only an endless surge of blue beside my body.
The rest of my poems record life and let a hundred flowers blossom.
What is left to me is green mountains and green waters, living and working.
I was left to live and live with my mother's poems.
Melancholy, singing and full of hope, waiting for your return!
3, "Ode to Mother" Author: Jia Pingwa
Sitting quietly on a flower has been integrated with the book.
The book opened countless forgetful black eyes because of her concentration.
How beautiful and quiet! those years
I grow up healthily by tasting such a scene.
She read softly, rippling in the air.
Love the waves and smell homesickness!
This bending posture makes the sun bend to the ground;
Such snow-white hair makes every winter pure and beautiful.
Old mother! Read longer than my life!
Sitting quietly in the chill of early spring, layers of waves dotted my years.
When I went to the seaside as a student, I wrote a magnificent poem.
Waiting for your reading!
4, "Song for Mother" Author: Xu Zhimo
Stepping on the breath of spring, this beautiful day
Fuck you and fuck me.
My heart is as warm as the sea, and I really want to sing an ode for you.
I am neither a singer nor a poet.
I can't write a touching melody, and I lack the inspiration of flash.
Genius thinking, I am ashamed that the deepest love can't be told by a trickle, but today.
I want to present a heart song for you. May my song
Turn into a needle and thread to sew up your split wound.
May my songs turn into raindrops.
Moisten your throat to quench your thirst, may my song
Turn into clouds and offer fragrance to your life.
My original song turned into a cloud.
It is you who refract the light of the sun for you.
Gave me a beating pulse. It was you.
You gave me the happiness of my childhood.
Teach me to take my time in adversity
5, "Mother" Author: Yang Mo
Time climbs on your forehead, and time crosses my shoulder.
In the morning light, you smile,
There are also vicissitudes that hold up my tender wings.
That sweet and delicious meal, that warm and soft sweater;
Tireless teaching; The complex of life is closely connected with me,
In the blood, in the bone marrow,
In my heart, your love moved me.
I finally know that there is one thing in this world that is richer than the water in the Yangtze River.
More thrilling than the Yellow River; Tougher and evergreen than the green of pine and cypress;
That's your love, your deep love,
Selfless love, my mother.