Mom, let's imagine that we are crossing a strange and dangerous country.
You are sitting in a sedan chair, and I am running beside you on a red horse.
It's dusk and the sun has set. The wasteland of the Yolande Sea is exhausted and gloomy before us. The land is desolate and barren.
You get scared and think-"I don't know where we are."
I say to you, "Mom, don't be afraid."
A needle-like grass grows on the grass, and a narrow and rugged path passes through the grass.
There is not a cow in this vast land; They returned to the bullpen in their village.
It's dark, the earth and the sky are hazy, and we can't tell where to go.
Suddenly, you called me and asked me quietly, "What's the fire near the river bank?"
Just then, a terrible cry sounded and many people ran towards us.
You crouched in your sedan chair and prayed repeatedly for the name of God.
The sedan-chair bearer trembled with fear and hid in the thorns.
I shouted to you, "Don't be afraid, Mom, I'm here."
Holding a long stick in their hands and their hair hanging freely, they got closer and closer.
I shouted, "Look out! You bad guys! One more step and you're dead. "
They let out another terrible cry and rushed forward.
You took my hand and said, "Good boy, for God's sake, avoid them."
I said, "Mom, look at me."
So I stabbed my horse and rushed over. My sword and shield collided with each other.
This battle is so fierce, mom, if you can see it from the sedan chair, you will definitely have a chill.
Many of them escaped and many others were hacked to death.
I know you're sitting there alone, thinking that your child must be dead.
But I ran to you covered in blood and said, "Mom, the war is over now."
You came out of the sedan chair, kissed me, put your arm around your heart, and you said to yourself:
"I don't know what to do without a child escort."
A thousand boring things happen every day. Why can't such a thing happen by accident?
It's like a story in a book.
My brother will say, "Is it possible? I always thought he was so tender and weak! "
People in our village will be surprised and say, "Isn't this child lucky to be with his mother?"
Say goodbye to ...
Mom, I should go. I'm leaving.
When you stretch out your arms to hug the child sleeping in bed in the dark at the silent dawn, I will say, "The child is not there!" " "-mom, I have to go.
I want to become a breeze to touch you; I want to be a ripple in the water. When you bathe, I kiss you again and again.
On a windy night, when the rain patters on the leaves, you will hear me whisper in bed; When lightning flashed into your room through the open window, my laughter flashed in with him.
If you can't sleep all night and miss your children until late at night, I will sing to you in the starry sky: "Sleep!" " Mom, go to sleep. "
I will sit in the wandering moonlight, sneak into your bed and lie on your chest while you are sleeping.
I want to become a dream, from the tiny cracks in your eyelids to the depths of your sleep. When you wake up and look around in surprise, I fly away like a shining firefly in the dark.
When the festival of approaching mother is "Mother's Day" in October. When the children next door come to play in the house, I will melt into the flute, and the price will fluctuate in your heart all day.
My dear aunt brought a gift to her mother, and asked, "Where are our children, sister?" Mom, you will tell her gently: "He, he is now in my pupil, he is now in my body, in my soul."
call out
When she left, it was dark at night and they all slept.
Now, the night is dark, and I call her: "Come back, my baby; The world is sleeping; When the stars stare at each other, no one knows when you come. "
When she left, the trees were sprouting and spring had just arrived.
Now that the flowers are in full bloom, I call, "Come back, my baby. The children are playing carelessly, gathering flowers together and scattering them. If you come for a small flower, no one will notice. "
People who often play games are still playing there, and life is always so wasted.
I listened to their empty talk and shouted, "come back, my baby, my mother's heart is full of love." No one will be jealous if you only come to accept a little kiss from her. " The first jasmine flower
seem
Tagore
I don't remember my mother.
Just in the middle of the game
Sometimes there seems to be a tune.
Spinning around on my toy
She is shaking my cradle.
Those songs I hummed.
I don't remember my mother.
But in the early autumn morning,
The smell of acacia flowers is floating in the air.
The smell of morning prayers in the temple
It's like blowing my mother's breath to me.
I don't remember my mother.
It's just that when I look through the bedroom window,
Looking at the blue sky in the distance
in my opinion
My mother cured my eyes.
Filled the whole sky
(Bing Xin translation)
Mom and I
river
Mom often sits at the window recently.
How many times do you have to clean the glass a day?
The begonia outside is green and cherry red.
All her children are gone.
When she said she was pregnant with me,
How many times a day should I flatten my bulging clothes?
The knitted little clothes are neatly folded.
Thought I was coming.
She can't see me. Do you think I curled up and slept well?
The cluster of trees in front of the window is now
Weave her thoughts into the shaking leaves
She often paints the glass green.
I think I'll pull over.
May I have a good sleep before I come.
She made so many clothes and washed so many clothes for me.
I still keep the wool ball in my heart, waiting for today.
She always wants to see me, but can't see me.
Think about me and worry about me.
I'm afraid the world is beautiful.
Can you let me dance and cry again?
Paper boat-send it to mom
moral integrity
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-Save it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I am still not discouraged, folding every day,
I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home.
Ah, mom.
Shu Ting
Your pale fingertips touch my temple.
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt
Ah, mom.
In order to keep your fading 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.
Afraid that cleaning will make it
Lose your unique warmth
Ah, mom.
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.
I dare not moan.
Ah, mom.
I often look up at your photos sadly.
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.
Although I have written many songs.
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom.
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
Not a torrent, not a waterfall.
It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
lake
1. wind
The wind is beautiful and the fruit is beautiful.
Xiao Feng is beautiful.
Mammals in nature are also beautiful.
The water is beautiful. Water.
no one can match you
The moment of speaking is beautiful.
Your shabby door
Covered poverty is beautiful.
The wind blows all over the grassland.
The bones of a horse are green.
2. spring water
Spring spring
Biological lips
Blue mother
With the flesh
Wildflower piano
Cover the rock
Cover the bones and wine glasses
3. Cloud
mother
When you get old, your hair will droop.
Mom, you go to rest.
A quiet son is lying on the hillside.
Like quiet running water on a hillside.
Flowing through the sky
I sing clouds.
Sister of rain
Beautiful proposal
I know my poems praising couples are useless.
I sing clouds.
I know I will be happy in the end.
All sacred people
Gather in heaven
4. Snow
My mother sat on a low stool in her hometown and thought of me again.
That low stool seems to be my snow top.
Mom's stool
tomorrow morning
The beauty of light scattering at sunrise and sunset.
I want to see you.
Mom, mom
You face the barn.
Pedal dusk
I know you are old.
5. Language and well
Language itself
Like a mother
There is always a saying, walk by the river.
On both sides of the river of experience
On both sides of the river of images
Flowers are like gentle wives.
Listening ears and poetry
Covering the ground
Listen to the water of suffering
Water falls from a distance.