Bing Xin's Prose Poetry 1 Mother of the Paper Delivery Boat
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, please bring her love and sorrow home.
Bing Xin's prose poem praising maternal love 2 "Poem 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 raindrops in my heart are 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's prose poem 3 "Liberation" praises maternal love.
The bright moon is like water, wandering under the tree-
Meditation.-meditation.
Pick up dead branches in meditation,
Generously flog oneself.
The shadow of the moon on the ground.
The whole world regards it as a dream,
This is a vague dream.
If it's not clear, it's too clear,
My friend,
The troubles of life begin now!
But we still have to cross this endless black sea.
My friend!
The world will not abandon you,
Why did you abandon the world?
Clouds of freedom,
It is as quiet as water.
Life is always a dream,
I also had a clear dream.
Throw away dead branches in meditation,
Take a leisurely look at your shadow on the ground and the moon.
Bing Xin's prose poem 4 "Mother" praises maternal love.
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's prose poem 5 "Green Bud" praises maternal love.
Green shoots
He Qingnian said:
Show yourself!
Pale white flowers
He Qingnian said:
Give yourself!
Crimson fruit
He Qingnian said:
Sacrifice yourself!