There are too many inaccessible places.
I hurt my foot,
Mom, you didn't.
Teach me to catch the old sadness in the greedy sunrise.
My heart is the same as yours.
You are my mother,
I even shed your blood at dawn.
You were surprised to see yourself lying in a pool of blood,
You woke me up. ...
This poem is full of maternal love. It's not so much the poet's nostalgia for his mother as the poet's writing about himself. Language is a semi-confessional oral writing in form, with good oral English, escape and fear of traditional poetic language. Although it contains the poet's unique ability to control language, it shows the poet's ability to observe language, which is magnificent, implicit and meaningful, and changeable. But this is consistent with the linguistic features of female poetry in the 1990s.