■Mother
Author: Shu Ting
Your pale fingertips caress my temples
I can’t help but feel like I was a child
Tightly hold on to your skirt
Oh, mother
In order to keep your disappearing figure
Although the morning light has already Cut the dream into smoke wisps
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time
I still treasure the bright red scarf
For fear that washing it will destroy it< /p>
Losing your unique warmth
Oh, mother
The passage of time is also ruthless
I am afraid that the memory will fade in the same way
p>
How dare I open its screen so easily
I once cried to you for a thorn
Now that I am wearing a crown of thorns, I dare not
Don't dare to moan
Oh, mother
I often look up at your photo sadly
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep
I dare not display the sacrifices of love like this
Although I have written many songs
For Flowers , to the sea, to the dawn
Oh, mother
My sweet and deep yearning
Not a torrent, not a waterfall
It is a dry well hidden by flowers and trees that cannot sing
■Mother
Author: Love
Mother is as humble as moss,
solemn Like the dawn,
soft as the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River,
hard as a thousand-year-old cold jade,
When I raise my eyes,
she is The bright moon,
when she lowers her head,
is the vast earth.
Author: Zhang Mo
Love is a small ribbon,
Mother ties it gently with wrinkles.
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Author: Li Qiao
Human beings come from the earth,
are born with the nostalgia of returning to nature,
< p>And mother is the embodiment of the earth.■
Source: Bing Xin's "Stars"
Mother!
The storm in the sky is coming,
The bird hides in his nest;
The storm in the heart is coming,
I Just hide in your arms.