Author: Meng Jiao
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Xuan (a girl without sadness)
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Purity after Vicissitudes —— Dedicated to Mother
I don't seem to love her very much
Too weak shoulders
Can't support my sun
heavy
I often sigh.
For her
After my father left.
An indelible psychological trauma
Mother's hair was dyed black.
Beautiful eyes
Covered up the silent chaos.
She never complains.
I grew up in my youth.
Never endure
For my ignorant mistake
She is getting old.
Still faint and speechless.
An occasional smile
As naive as a child
Those vicissitudes washed away by life
Become pure in her heart
Or not.
Or forget-
Understand you
children
I'm looking at your picture.
Step by step to see the trajectory of their growth.
Ignorance in infancy
Childhood on a wooden horse
Happy and naughty game
Every smile on your face
I care about everything.
I also look back at myself.
Look at how time has become a lush teenager.
Gradually faded away from beauty.
Yesterday, I was an angry girl.
In a blink of an eye, it was already his wife.
mother
I understand you now.
Take a step back for decades.
Aren't you proud Chun Mei?
Blue hair and white hair
In this way, generations alternate.
Ah, mom.
Author: Shu Ting
Your pale fingertips touch my temple.
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt
Ah, mom.
In order to keep your fading figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke.
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf.
Afraid that cleaning will make it
Lose your unique warmth
Ah, mom.
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.
I dare not moan.
Ah, mom.
I often look up at your photos sadly.
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.
Although I have written many songs.
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom.
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
Not a torrent, not a waterfall.
It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
Paper boat-send it to mom
Author: Bing Xin
I never give up a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-Save it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it from the boat into the sea!
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still don't give up and fold every day.
I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason;
This is my beloved daughter with tears in her eyes.
Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home.