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Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hides in its nest;
The storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms.
Balkos de Paper
Give it to mom.
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 were wet by the waves and stuck 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 begged it to bring her love and sadness home.
Two Prose Poems (Golden Flower, Lotus Leaf _ _ Mother)
"Golden Flower" (original) Indian poet Tagore
If I become a golden flower, for fun,
Growing on a tall branch, swinging in the air with a smile,
Mom, will you still know me?
If you yell, "Where are you, son?"
I snickered there, but didn't say a word.
I will quietly open my petals and watch you work.
When taking a bath, my wet hair falls over my shoulders and passes through the golden flowers shaded by green trees.
When you go to the small courtyard of prayer, you will smell the flowers.
But I didn't know the smell came from me.
At lunch, I sat in front of the window and read "y m 4 n".
When the shadow of that tree falls on your hair and knees,
I want to cast my little shadow on your page,
Right where you are reading.
But can you guess that this is a small shadow of your child?
When you take the lamp to the cowshed at dusk,
I'm going to suddenly fall to the ground again,
To be your child again, please tell me a story.
"Where have you been, you bad boy?"
"I won't tell you, mom."
That's what you and I were trying to say.
Mama heye
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My father's friend gave us two pots of lotus flowers, one red and the other white, which were put in the yard.
For eight years, I haven't seen lotus flowers in the yard-but there are many in my hometown garden; There are not only two pedicures, but also three pedicures and four pedicures, all of which are red-violet.
One moonlit night nine years ago, my grandfather and I were enjoying the cool in the garden. Grandpa smiled and said to me, "When our garden first opened in Santillian, you three sisters just joined our big family. Everyone is happy and said that it should be Huarui. "
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I feel a little bored when I hear the complicated rain at night and get up early on a cloudy day. When I looked out of the window, the white lotus had withered and the white petals were floating in the water like a boat. There is only a small lotus leaf and a few pale yellow flower whiskers left on the stem. That red lotus, which was in full bloom last night, stood gracefully among the green leaves this morning.
Still uncomfortable! -I wandered for a while, and there was a loud thunder outside the window. Then it rained heavily, and it rained harder and harder. The red lotus was hit by dense raindrops. Under the empty sky, I dare not go down the stairs or think about it.
Calling my mother in the room, I quickly went to sit next to my mother-I suddenly saw a big lotus leaf next to Honglian, and slowly leaned down to cover it-my restless mood was gone!
The rain did not subside, but red-violet did not waver. Raindrops kept beating, only on the brave and kind lotus leaf, some weak water droplets gathered.
I was deeply moved-
Mom! You are a lotus leaf, I am a red lotus, and the rain in my heart is coming. Except you, who is the shade under my unobstructed sky?
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