Author: Chen Yanping
Back to the place where Chu Yan was born, childhood is still there.
The smell of sticky soil
Soil is the best gift in the village.
Mother planted the living room with this soil.
Cauliflower and peach blossom grow vegetables behind the house.
Grow a young me.
The soil is still there, and the village is still there.
I still want to be a child.
Sit on the wooden threshold and wait.
When the smoke rose, mother appeared from the ground.
In her bamboo basket, there is a breeze and fragrant rice.
There are butterflies
2. "Mother"
Author: Wang Lu
Mother is sitting in a hospital bed.
Listen to our words quietly.
Mother's thin wrist
Protect our growth and protect our safety.
Birds face north and white clouds face south.
Her smile slowly emerged.
The grass grows and the warbler flies, and it is difficult to report spring.
I only wish time and gentleness.