Bing Xin writes his mother's modern poem Mother 1.
Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hides in its nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms.
Bing Xin writes his mother's modern poem 2 "Paper Boat"
-Send it to mom.
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-Save it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I am still not discouraged, folding 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 was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan begged it to bring her love and sadness home.
1923 Pacific ship.
Bing Xin wrote three modern poems for her mother, Poems for Mother's Day.
Mom, for a long time
I just want to write a poem for you.
But I wrote it many times.
I haven't written it yet
Mom, I wrote this poem for you.
I don't know how to start.
I don't know how to end it.
I don't know what to write.
It's like slapping you hard when you were a child.
I don't know whether to accept it bravely.
Or should I choose to escape?
Mom, I thought of you again tonight.
I decided to write a poem for you.
Even if it's not well written
Even if you are far from home.
Never read ...
Mom!
You are a lotus leaf,
I am red-violet.
The rain in my heart is coming,
Except for you,
Who is the shade under my empty sky?
Mom!
Put aside your troubles,
Let me sink into your arms.
Only you are the destination of my soul.
Little flower,
I want to look up, too,
Thanks for the love of spring-
However, this far-reaching gift,
She was finally silent.
Mom,
Were you that spring?
Mom!
This kind of odds and ends
Can you have a look?
These words,
Before I go,
Always hidden in your heart.
Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hides in its nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms.
Bing Xin writes her mother's modern poem 4 "Successful Flowers"
The flower of success,
People only admire her talent now!
However, at the beginning, her bud,
Soaked with tears of struggle,
The blood rain of sacrifice is scattered everywhere.
Green shoots
Green shoots,
The young man said:
"Develop yourself!"
Pale white flowers,
The young man said:
"Contribute yourself!"
Deep red fruit,
The young man said:
"Sacrifice yourself!"
Bing Xin writes her mother's modern poem Dawn.
Yan Jing's world, brilliant world-
It's dawn. Who feels I'm awake?
God, in your quiet light,
I have peace of mind, I have peace of mind.
I want to eulogize.
Attention, you should wake up.
Get up and praise the Lord.
Chin, chin, it's time to wake up.
Get up and praise the Lord.
At dawn,
Who feels I'm awake? Amen.
Bing Xin writes her mother's modern poem 6 "Morning"
Guang Xiao collapsed,
It's very bright at customs.
My heart is like a bird flying in the wind.
Fly over the horizon, fly to the North Pole,
The horizon and the sea are full of your love.
Jesus Christ. Your love follows me,
Your fingers lead me,
Your right hand will support me,
My heart is like a bird flying in the wind.
Flying high in the wind is inseparable from infinite love. Amen.
Bing Xin writes her mother's modern poem 7 "Dusk"
Jesus Christ.
Infinite wisdom,
Infinite mystery,
Who knows?
Is that me? Is that him?
Neither,
Except that you showed him out of the light,
Jesus Christ.
Show me in the light,
It also shows the infinite him in the universe, amen.
Bing Xin writes his mother's modern poem 8 Midnight.
Jesus Christ. You arranged this silent world.
Under the starlight, the sound of leaves
I heard what you said.
Where are you, where is the universe, and where are people?
God is the god of love,
The universe is the universe of love.
Is anybody there?
Jesus Christ. I thank you,
Because you taught me, amen.