Author: Shu Ting, a modern poet
Your pale fingertips manage my temple, and I can't help holding your skirt tightly as I did when I was a child.
Ah, mom!
In order to keep your drifting figure, although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth.
Ah, mom!
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless? I'm afraid my memory will fade, too How can I easily open its screen?
I cried and asked you for a thorn, but now I am wearing a crown of thorns and dare not moan.
Ah, mom!
I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if the call can penetrate the loess, how can I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the gift of love like this, although I have written many songs, for flowers, for the sea and for the dawn.
Ah, mom!
My sweet and deep memory is not a torrent or a waterfall, but an ancient well that can't sing in the shade of flowers and trees.
The commemorative significance of Mother's Day:
Mother's Day in China was established to make the love of parents in the world a festival that can be seriously displayed and recognized; Let the filial piety of the children in the world have a festival that is awakened and exquisitely expressed.