Author: mung bean
The morning light hasn't climbed the hill yet.
The light in the kitchen is already on.
I vaguely looked at the alarm clock.
It was only 3: 30 in the morning.
The growth of three children
It means that you have been eroded by years.
Work silently
In this way, I realized my value.
I've never felt so want to cry.
You are ill on the other end of the phone.
I said, go and have a look.
You said, it's okay.
Remember what you say every time.
People in rural areas are so stubborn.
You will only share happy things with our three sisters.
No matter how poor your family is, you always smile indifferently.
You raised three children with sweat.
You just told me to stay ahead.
When the crops are put away
You are always happy to say that there are more than those in your neighbor's house.
You gave your life to this land.
I gave your children this life, too.
Every time someone says why they are working so hard.
But you laughed and said that your son wanted money for school.
Yes, two of your three daughters are college students.
You are happy every day.
You always said it was the pride of the family.
However, I know this means your efforts.
I want to use some gorgeous words.
But it always feels unreal.
Poor food is the life of you and your father.
Dull sentences may be my idea.
I want to say thank you.
But I know it's a symbol of alienation.
I just want to lean on your leg.
Listen to your singing quietly.
My mother.
In my heart
You are a song.
A song that silently applauds without expecting anything in return.
Prose and Poetry Describing and Praising Mother Part II: Ten Years of Mother
Author: years of wine glasses
Ten years of life
How long is ten years?
Mom said: Life is short.
Look, the leaves are green and yellow.
Mom, the leaves are falling.
It will be longer next year.
Will your white hair turn black?
Can your wrinkles be smoothed out?
Your back is bent.
Are you ready to be a paradise for children?
Have another child.
I can still get it for you.
Mom, are you kidding?
I don't think you like children.
How long is ten years?
Son, ask your childhood story again.
As if it were yesterday.
Grandma is still waiting for you and me outside the delivery room with mixed feelings.
There are tears on a small face the size of a small apple.
It is only two and a half feet long from head to toe.
When you are naughty, you pee on your face.
Son, it's been ten years.
You are no longer a crying kitten.
You'll be angry that we let you eat more.
Look at you and say angrily that no one loves you.
How strikingly similar history is.
I saw my old self.
Son, since the first time you cried.
I am getting used to your crying.
Thirst? Hungry? Sleepy? Feeling sick?
I always think of you carefully.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Beautiful melody.
Can turn over, do things, walk and talk.
Every progress surprises me.
You can talk when you grow up. I am a translator.
You no longer cry to express your emotions.
It's just that I will still make you cry cruelly.
I threw away the snacks you bought excitedly.
I force you to return the toy you bought.
Mom says that kind of food is called garbage.
I don't blame you for naively telling the assistant aunt.
Please remember, son.
You can't buy things with your own money until you are an adult.
Time and time again, son
You cling to frustration with tears and hoarse voice.
How can I give you the freedom and independence you want?
I almost collapsed in the pain of contradiction.
Mom! Why are you crying too?
Criticizing me for protecting my children.
This is more like me and you many years ago.
It's just that your heart can't stand it anymore.
Ten years! My child is growing taller.
Mom, why are you getting shorter and shorter?
Ten years! Your white hair is the most common sight.
No more stinging will hurt my eyes.
Ten years! How can your wrinkles
In my study, I acted recklessly.
Ten years! I gave up the so-called filial piety for nothing.
You eat your vegetarian food and I eat my meat.
Ten years! You insist on your frugality.
I continue my luxury.
Ten years! You go on with your work.
I am enjoying my comfort.
Mom! It's just how can you
Suddenly so many teeth are missing.
Listen, are you trying or leaking information?
Mother, how can I hide the bitterness in my heart?
Mom! You can't even mention it.
A topic unknown for ten or eight years.
I will never have the courage to talk about it.
Mom! Just yesterday.
I also pass on the pressure in my heart to you.
Because I am also a good temper in the eyes of outsiders.
Mom! I have always hated your euphemism and politeness.
Appreciate your frankness.
Just because you are the closest person to me.
Say nothing to see you angry.
Mom! Don't I often play with you?
I never stopped complaining about you because of my childhood grievances.
I always ask you for love.
Mom! I have been enjoying your contribution safely for so many years.
I have never really thanked you and repaid you.
Because you've always been proud of your figure.
Mom, do our hearts stay in the past?
In your few memories, youth is still brilliant.
The girl who can sing and dance is you.
The woman who is good at shoemaking and embroidery is you.
Students that teachers try to retain when they graduate.
Smart, naive, and a little naughty
Mom, I've always been bitter about your severity.
I clearly see my stubbornness from the children.
Mother, your tenderness, your kindness
Your lifelong love for your father.
How can I not feel strange?
You never swear. This is a natural elegance.
Not alienating, but bringing others closer to themselves.
After 70 years, there is no trace of smoke.
Is this a miracle of life?
How can I eat your cooking every day?
Discuss with you how to improve your cooking.
Mom! In the ten years you have paid extra.
Have I ever looked at myself from your perspective?
How many children are there in your heart?
This is an obligation that you can never fulfill in your life.
Those who can help money, those who can help money, and those who can contribute.
You have never asked any children to be filial to you.
Does filial piety buy you clothes, shoes and socks?
Filial piety means asking loudly if you have any clothes to wash.
Does filial piety care about you but use a reproachful tone?
No, starting today, I want to give a brand-new definition of filial piety.
What is filial piety?
Filial piety is your favorite way.
In exchange for your heartfelt joy
What a pity! It is too late to understand such a simple truth.
Prose and Poetry Describing and Praising Mother Part III: Mother is a River.
Author: Tribulus terrestris
Mother is a river.
I am a fish swimming in the water.
Mother is a river.
I am a boat rowing in the waves.
Mother is a mountain.
I am a small tree in the mountains.
Keep thinking, keep asking
Moonlight lonely grave and me
Raindrops string together memories and fly.
Pick an oil sunflower
Tian Tou's mother plows and hoes the ground.
Plant a bed of leeks.
Footprints overlap with mother.
Courtyard, the wind is blowing.
Memory is like a river.
Day and night, go east.
Prose and Poetry in Praise of Mother Part IV: Dedicated to Mother
Author: morning in the ocean
When I was born,
I was greeted by my mother's tearful smile.
When I cry
What moved me was my mother's gentle little hand.
When I was a toddler
With mom's encouraging eyes.
When I grow up,
What protects me is my mother's meticulous care.
When I travel far away
What worries me is my mother's eternal love.