A classic poem thanking parents for their kindness.
Mom's poem
Author: Ping An
Mom has no poems.
Mother's poems have been lost since birth.
Throw it on the heatable adobe sleeping platform without the sun.
I lost it to my childhood, when I couldn't even afford to wear a flowered shirt.
Mom wears farm shoes without a note.
Day and night, I visited the barren land left by my ancestors.
So, the bony land
It became a poem.
Horizontal is poetry, vertical is poetry.
Green is also a poem, and yellow is also a poem.
When you are thirsty, take a sip of the white water in the broken porcelain jar.
This poem has rhythm.
Hungry, wormwood sticks with pickles.
Only when you write poetry can you have color.
Mother worked hard to bind it into a book.
So, my mother has a book of poems.
Mom's poems are full of expectations.
The bird knows what it means.
The wind knows its value.
The children and grandchildren kept kissing poems.
Say it's so sweet and fragrant
Notes of Caotang
When I was a child, I often lay down.
Mother's arms
Listen to your mother.
The story of the past
The frogs in spring in Shilitan are melodious.
The cricket is outside the window.
Sing emotionally
With dad's laughter, Lang Lang.
The warm kang in the thatched cottage.
So wide, so wide
grow up to an adult
The thatched cottage has also grown up.
I learned to decorate myself.
In front of the dresser is a
Something inhuman.
What about mom's story?
The singing of frogs and crickets
I don't know where to go.
Leave a lonely lamb
A spacious and bright bedroom
So small, so dirty
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As night falls,
The noise during the day has disappeared from the air,
My thoughts drifted away, and I clearly remember,
In those years, your generous back, rough hands,
In my memory, your persistent eyes.
Your silence when you are angry,
The purring sound of hookahs in the morning,
Remind me carefully when you leave home.
I don't know if my arrival has made you happy;
I don't know if I ever made you proud;
I know you have suffered a lot for me and tasted everything in the world.
When it was raining hard that day,
Do you think distance,
Have you ever given up the troubles on the phone that rang over and over again?
Will you feel distressed by the kind of care and missing that you can't contact anymore?
I was in a storm that day,
I'll never see you again,
Without your advice, be careful to protect it.
In the dark, I think of those old days;
Tie a knot in your heart and write down those fleeting years, as if it were yesterday.
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The poor inherit the wind
You are at home, so are we.
Even if there is only a simple bowl of tea and rice, as long as there is you.
That joy, that joy.
Ripples of happiness in my heart
You are on the road, so are we.
You left with a heavy backpack.
The rut has always been imprinted in my heart.
We are worried-the children have traveled thousands of miles.
What do you do? We were there.
Three mountains are pressing in the new era.
Can your shoulders be enemies?
Tired, bitter and bored, remember to rest.
Where you are, my heart is there.
We are all very happy that you want to fly.
But, son, you know what?
No matter how high the kite flies, we must pull the string in our hands.
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