The mountain road complex between my mother Liu Jiashu and me
The day I let the governor go
Mom doesn't take the bus.
Take me along the mountain road.
after work
I went home several times to coax my mother into getting on the bus.
Tell her to close her eyes.
She said the ground was shaking.
Tell her to look up to heaven
She said the sky was spinning.
Tell her to move on.
She said there were several suns ahead.
Cover her eyes and nose.
The car roared past.
My heart is beating in my chest.
She feeds chickens, ducks, cows and sheep.
I want to eat and drink at her stall.
angry
I explained it carefully.
Mother's unintentional reply
How can you not comfort your mother on the last bus?
Sit down and enjoy the rest of your life.
Enjoy a foreign product.
I didn't get on the bus until several times.
Mother grabbed my skirt.
Grit your teeth and shout
Open the door, I want to jump.
A child's grumpy mother
I have to go with her.
The mountain road is just a legend of yesterday.
Today's conversation.
A mountain road now submerged by vegetation.
Lost the Ming fold
Horseshoe prints are gone.
The green slate is embedded in the mud pond.
The path of birds is still free and clear.
Sing the truth of the mother-child character
Chapter 2 Poems dedicated to Mother Xu Heping
Everyone else is writing poems for his mother,
My poem has been written,
But I don't know how to mail it.
Since the year my mother died,
Mother's place of residence has moved.
Today is Mother's Day,
According to the address of the kingdom of heaven,
I came to my mother's grave,
Recite a belated song for my mother-
A poem dedicated to mother!
Then, like burning paper money,
Strike a match and light a poem.
Those paper ashes are like sad black butterflies,
Flying around my mother's grave.
I know that if the virgin knew-
I will definitely receive the poem "Poem for Mom" written by the baby!
The third one is for kissing mom's eyes.
Like the bright moonlight, burning in the chest.
Mother's eyes,
Full of goodwill, accompanied me through the growing time.
I want to put my thoughts into words,
Send it to my hometown and give it to my dear mother.
In fact,
I also want to say hello to my mother,
Tell mom not to worry about me. ......
Looking at my mother's vicissitudes of life,
Suddenly, the tears ran out,
Being in a foreign land all these years, floating like a cloud,
I rarely go back to my hometown and rarely stay with my mother.
Talk to mom about things at home and the scenery outside the mountain. ......
One day mom said?
Son, can you hurry up,
Why don't you pack up and go home?
Because,
Mom thought, look at the cute look again.
Mom thinks that if you cook your favorite soup again, you will have deep feelings for your son.
Mom wants to wash clothes again and use your favorite flowers. ......
Son, my mother is old,
I can't give you any more big arms,
Give you reliance, give you hope,
Mother only has this old skin,
And this one, there is no heart that stops beating because I miss you,
My mother has very little time left,
Tears are accompanied by pain,
Drop, drop, line, line,
Like a broken bead curtain falling on your face,
I left my hometown and my mother.
It's been a long, long time. ......
The fourth chapter is the poem for mother, and it's Mother's Day again.
I don't know how to bless my mother,
Every year's festival,
I called her as scheduled,
The clouds are light and the wind is light, but never mention the words of blessing.
Listening to Qi Long's song "Mom",
The past is vivid,
In memory,
Mom has been very busy, very busy,
All the time.
I've been away from home for too long,
I haven't spoken to my mother for a long time.
In the twilight, I saw the white hair on my mother's sideburns.
The wrinkles in the corners of the eyes deepened,
You need to wear glasses when sewing clothes.
Time flies,
We grow up day by day and become parents.
Mom is old.
who is it?
Who took my mother's waist-long hair?
Who took away my mother's watery glory?
Who carved the thick calluses on the mother's soft palm?
Who carved deep lines on mom's once smooth cheeks?
......
In may,
The vegetable garden is full of rape flowers,
Mother is wearing a plain old dress.
Standing in that golden yellow, butterflies are flying around her,
Mom smiled calmly and calmly.
That smile is even more beautiful than the flowers in the garden.
I want to write a poem,
Give it to mom,
I want to tell her that she has been safe outside all these years.
Please don't worry about your mother.
I also want to tell her,
It's not that I don't want to say a blessing,
Yes, I'm afraid I'll cry when I open my mouth.
......
When I was a child, I heard that the moon looks like my mother.
All the stars in the sky are her children,
Stars, like many brothers and sisters,
* * * Love each other in a big family.
When I grew up, I traveled for the first time.
In silence, mom, you will mend your sewing clothes.
Even a selfless heart like the moon,
Put all your love in my bag.
In that starry dream,
How many times have you stuffed me into a quilt that fell on one side?
Tears of my concern beat the road under my feet,
Every tear is a poem praising mother.
A poem written by Bing Xin to his mother
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 seen it?
Mom,
If you see a white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan,
Begging him to bring her love and sadness home.
Chapter 7 "Mother's Train".
This is your only chance.
Mom, you are lying in the belly of the car.
As calm as a match
A mother who walked on the ground all her life.
A mother who has been carrying a heavy burden all her life.
Traveling by car for the first time
Enjoy the soft berth for the first time
Lying as calm as a match.
Only the matches are black.
Your head is white.
This is your first trip.
Like a grain that is never far away.
When I went to the flour mill to process flour,
To take your things.
That old flatbed train
My sister, brother and sister.
Accompany you
The scenery outside the window flashed one after another.
Mom, why don't you look up?
It's like a lie contest
Terminal arrival
Is there a tall chimney outside the window?