Jiang Fei
In a vague dream,
Without heaven and earth,
Something indistinguishable.
There's only one vague number,
Stand opposite.
On a weather-beaten face,
All smiles.
There are few such scenes in my mind.
What a sick hand,
Squeeze hard
She can't stand straight,
Only higher or lower than the sky.
Tears,
Easy bankruptcy.
She said,
Growing up crying and becoming nothing,
It's easy to forget yourself.
Mom,
Don't take anything next time.
I can't bear to eat,
It's a pity to be afraid of waste.
Mom,
Don't buy me a coat.
I can't freeze,
And a change of clothes.
Mom,
Don't give me money.
You also have to spend money,
Pay attention to your health.
Mom,
Don't clip vegetables.
The bowl is full,
I can't swallow it in my mouth,
Blame my son for his narrow throat.
Mom,
I miss you so much.