Chapter 1: Mom's prescription, the prescription in the world.
I only trust my mother's remedies.
She was cured.
I have a stomachache and a migraine.
Stop the bleeding from my broken finger.
She only uses grapefruit shells.
The fruit of a maple tree
Cured my heart disease.
And urticaria
Use two or three pieces of neem bark
Cure my scabies
She used a more magical therapy.
Cure my childhood loneliness.
The troubles of teenagers and the sadness of youth
Mom has been away for many years.
She cured the disease with folk therapy.
Most of them will not recur.
Once in a while, for no reason at all.
Think about mom.
You will get rid of this disease soon.
in other words
Memories of my mother
This is also a folk prescription.
Article 2: These hands were taken away by an old country lady.
it doesn't matter
But she is my mother.
I held her hand tightly.
Want to leave my mother at dawn
But she was like a star that night.
Be covered with dark clouds
Mother's warm and thin hands
Like two cold paddles.
On a late autumn morning
Row to an unknown river
These are hands.
Take me away from my mother's warm body
Repeated touch
But today these hands
Like a dry river
I can't hear the sound of running water
Can't see the beauty of ripples
Green silence on both sides of the Taiwan Strait
The river bank of the years has burst.
I hold these hands tightly.
Pull it to my chest
It's like pulling a river that is about to cut off.
Walk slowly towards my heart.
Chapter three: to mom, mom, I love you. You are my only attachment.
Mom, forgive my daughter for not being with you after all.
There is a song that goes like this
In the crowded street, no one knows himself.
I don't know which part of my life is mine during the rainy season.
The author of this lyric is me.
Mom, I'm often trapped inside. Yes, I lost myself.
The train is carrying me again.
Flying between many apparently extinct cities.
Only lonely lights are left in the distance.
I started from a fixed point and then returned to the original point.
The process is painful, but I must endure it.
Mom, your warm arms are the best harbor for your daughter to park.
Mom, you are so eager to keep your daughter's footsteps, but you have never spoken.
Am I a gust of wind or a yellow leaf?
Yes, no matter which way you go.
We always pass a main station when we park.
Mom is your affection, your love and your wrinkles.
Mother and daughter can't leave your hand or your heart.
I know that I am meaningless, and I can only go from nothingness to nothingness.
Stop-and-go, I have strayed into a life I can't go back to.
How can a mother forget the reminder you made with tears and engrave it on her daughter's heart?
Mom, who but you will hurt my pale and empty work?
Mom, I've always wanted to give you something, really.
But even the minimum of staying behind and filial piety has not been achieved.
Mom, please forgive my daughter, mom. You are my only attachment, the only one.