The reference poem for my mother is as follows:
"Paper Boat" Bing Xin
I never abandon a piece of paper,
< p>Always keep themKeep them,
fold them into small boats,
throw them into the sea from the boats.
Some were blown into the windows of the boat by the wind,
Some were wetted by the waves and stuck to the bow of the boat.
I still keep folding them every day without losing heart,
I always hope that one of them will flow to where I want him to go.
Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don’t be surprised that it fell into the dream for no reason.
This is what your beloved daughter wrote with tears in her eyes,
Thousands of rivers and mountains, begging him to return with her love and sorrow!
"Mother"? Rabindranath Tagore
I don’t remember my mother?
Just in the middle of the game?
Sometimes there seems to be a song The tune
Whirling on my toy?
Is she rocking my cradle?
Those tunes she hums?
I don’t remember my mother?
But on an early autumn morning?
The fragrance of albizia flowers floating in the air?
The fragrance of morning prayers in the temple?< /p>
It’s like my mother’s breath is blowing to me
I don’t remember my mother?
Just when I see it from the bedroom window?
Looking out at the distant blue sky?
I seem to feel
My mother’s gaze is fixed on me?
It fills the entire sky