Ever since I entered the time tunnel,
I began to experience ups and downs.
Mom sings nursery rhymes,
Getting older little by little,
Sickle of time,
Cut off his father's waist,
Slowly,
I am like a full-fledged bird,
Flying over the scenic Qian Shan,
Fly out of your bound arms!
Since then, neon-lit streets,
Happiness calms the years,
Hang your wish on the willow tree in spring,
Clouds in my hometown are floating overhead,
That distant phone call,
In my ear,
That rickety back,
It has become a dream to rely on.
How could I forget,
Only the love of parents?
Never grow old,
When the spring breeze blows the earth green,
Growing up,
Has climbed up my parents' eyebrows,
How could I forget,
That old song over the years,
Once accompanied us to burn passion,
Now, the sunset is shining,
Holding those calloused hands in the dream,
Sing a childhood song together, Yao ...
2. kerosene lamp
Deep memory
Or you
Light a lamp in the dark.
let me ...
And young brothers and sisters.
No longer afraid to wait in the dark.
outside the window
It's so dark that you can't see the hand in front of you.
Only the way for mom and dad to come back.
Always shining blue and white.
Father wrapped absorbent cotton around the wick.
Beat our courage and expectations.
Can't beat the hard work and love of parents.
In an instant, decades have passed.
Kerosene lamp in deep memory
Still light our way home.
at present
Watch the door
Both parents are white-haired
Still carrying the lamp that gives me light.
I'm afraid I'm still the one who always gets lost.
Children who are afraid of the dark ...
3. Father's feelings
Knife of the years
Carve a deep mark on his father's face
With his broad feelings
Raising their own children
When your child flies thousands of miles away.
Leave yourself.
Guarding the land of my hometown alone.
Every time I think of my father,
Tears full of palpitations.
That once tall and straight figure
How many storms have you sheltered for us?
That broad heart
The cohesion of such a big family.
Where is my father?
Never good at talking.
They all defend their memories of their families with their actions.
It's sunset.
Father is like a quiet lake.
Anchor a boat in your heart.
One more word to do is
I'm tired outside.
Go home and rest!
Father is old.
But never had children.
Every time I go back to my hometown
The wrinkles on that face
Like the wind blowing through the autumn wheat waves
Send warm to the heart.
paternal love
It's a sea.
It's the old poplar tree in front of the door.
It's the thread in your hand.
It's been so many years
The yearning and snuggling you need when you are tired.
Editor's comment:
First, the story of running water taking away time, traces of vicissitudes of life. I am growing up, but my parents are getting old. I am attached to my hometown, miss my parents and wish a happy life. Second, kerosene lamps used to bear the hardships of parents and our hopes. In my heart, parents are always the people who bring us light and guide us. Third, children grow up, leaving only their father to guard their hometown. He is firm and sheltered us from the wind and rain. He's great again. He gave himself to us. Three poems record the little things in life, which makes readers vulnerable to infection.