A poem to repay my mother.

1 but the inch of grass has a few feelings, and it is rewarded with three spring rays.

2 eyes are empty and sunken.

Beads as pale as the belly of a dead fish.

You're dragging a bunch of

Bottles and jars pierced with iron wire

This alley is in a string.

The voice of Tintin Mao Mao.

More and more silent.

Walking in the city at night.

By me

Sneaky, you dwarf.

3 paper boat

-Send Mother Bing Xin

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 person can only flow where I want him to go.

Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,

Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.

This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.

Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.

Just a lantern decoration.

I just lay there watching the festival.

Sleep with the dream that spring just woke up.

White flowers on the edge of the body gather together.

Wave goodbye to me

In the withering and withering of new green

Attached to the heel of the earth

Spring bud

Pack up your wings and walk away.

The rotten smell was wrapped in broken soil.

I don't know where prayer begins.

There are no scriptures I am familiar with.

A giant black lily

Kiss the core of the lips

Drill into the nerve from one direction and tremble.

Wave after wave

Mom, your festival.

The upcoming broken festival in March

I can't help shivering.

Come to your grave together

Tastes like your spring

The flowers have just opened.

Mom will drive one with you.

And houses surrounded by black butterflies.

Subject of

That was the year.

You gave birth to a man who is 1.75 meters tall

He later became my father.

But who are you?

I'm always surprised, but I

divine

I thank you for being 1.8 meters tall.

5 mom,

Today is my dear Mother's Day.

It's also a day for my daughter to repay her mother's kindness.

Mom!

You are the composer of my life movement.

It is you who have brought me great happiness.

You brought me a wonderful childhood.

You brought me the joys and sorrows of life.

Mom, mom!

You are the patron saint of my life.

When I was a hungry baby,

You always take care of me,

Let me grow up healthily.

When I was sick,

You are always like an ant on hot bricks.

Take me to the hospital to see a doctor, take medicine and boil medicine. ...

When I encounter difficulties in my life and study,

You always stand behind me and encourage me with your kind eyes.

Let me solve one problem after another.

Mom!

You're always so worried about me,

But you, no matter what, never shout tired and complain!

Mom,

You don't have to work so hard anymore,

Because, I have grown up,

I can help you share your troubles,

Can help you reduce the burden of housework.

Mom,

Today is your festival,

I want to send you a bunch of carnations.

Say "thank you!" ! ! "