Mom, for a long time
I just want to write a poem for you.
But I wrote it many times.
I haven't written it yet
Mom, I wrote this poem for you.
I don't know how to start.
I don't know how to end it.
I don't know what to write.
It's like slapping you hard when you were a child.
I don't know whether to accept it bravely.
Or should I choose to escape?
Mom, I thought of you again tonight.
I decided to write a poem for you.
Even if it's not well written
Even if you are far from home.
Never read ...
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.
2. Firefly-Bing Xin
Little fireflies, in the Woods, in the dark dusk.
How happily you spread your wings!
You have poured your inner joy. You are not the sun, you are not the moon. Don't you have less fun?
You have completed your own survival, and you have lit your own lamp;
All you have is your own, and you don't owe anyone;
You just obeyed,
Your inner strength,
You broke through the darkness,
You are young, but you are not young,
Because all the light in the universe,
Are all your relatives.