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.
More poems about mothers
Paper boat-for mom.
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-Save it,
Fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still fold every day and never give up.
I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a very small 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.
More poems praising mother
Mother five-leaf tree
I got deeper and deeper. This world?
One world.
The pentaphyllum is full of poems.
mother
I am your forced mature child.
The child is wearing a faint tsing yi.
I am a handful of dirt, and you love every aspect of it.
Tonight you sit under the eaves of the country.
Gently wash one of the five leaves on your finger.
An autumn leaf
Dream cave
Mother and son are watching you by the river thousands of miles away.
Don't tell me where life takes place.
Something pierced my river.
Tears of reproduction!
There are many stars tonight.
ripple
Nocturne melodious
Mother's fingers are covered with the sanctity of youth.
The pentaphyllum is full of poems as heavy as autumn.
Her son stood on trembling hair.
Don't get excited because the flute blows out of my mouth. ...
Your life touched my dream of walking with you.
Every autumn, I shoot a horse under the tree.
Every autumn
I am under the tree.
Beat a horse