"Paper Boat" I never refused to throw away a piece of paper, but kept it-kept it, folded it into a boat and threw it into the sea. Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I still keep folding them up every day, always hoping that one can only flow where I want him to go. Mom, if you see a very small boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason. These are the tears of your beloved daughter. Qian Shan, please let him take her love and sadness home. Mom, I have long wanted to write a poem for you, but I haven't written it well many times. I don't know how to start this poem for you, how to end it or what to write, just like when I was a child, I didn't know whether to accept it bravely or choose to escape from my mother. I thought of you again tonight, and I decided to write a poem for you, even if it is not well written, even if you can't read it in your hometown ... Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wan Shui Qian Shan, ask him to take her love and sorrow home.