Mom, listen to me
Mom,
Listen to me,
When I was a child, you dressed me
I babbling and waving my little hands
As I grew up, you taught me how to dress,
I struggled to say no
You gently and helplessly Look at me
Put my little hands into my sleeves
Grow up,
it is your pulling,
it is your support ,
I know,
You try your best to protect me from wind and rain,
Even when I grow up,
Even when I have to go through Cruel,
You don’t want me to smile like a crescent moon
Show my face as dim as a gray cloud early
Original poem, hope you will adopt it.