Tears turned into rain-soaked clothes.
Mom, when will my son see your happy smile again?
Look at the ridge from a distance
The doors and windows in my hometown have lost their former brightness.
The swaying enough paper is full of sadness.
Mom, when will my son see your firewood in the street again?
Concentrate deep feelings on the expectation of the Spring Festival.
The hardships of life are all melancholy faces.
The unyielding character has always been publicity and intention.
Mom, my son really wants to eat your delicious rice again.
But I am sad to see Artemisia annua in my hometown.
I can't hear my mother's nagging anymore.
Never see mom's smile again.
Mom, my son is standing in the yard of his hometown with tears in his eyes.
I really want to lie on the hot kang and have a dream.
When you go to Qiu Lai in spring, time will pass by day and night.
The wrinkles of unfinished business are full of feelings and sadness.
Mom, many of my son's words turned into a pot of wine.
Sprinkle it on your tombstone, let your mother rest in peace and let the younger generation rise!
Missing Mom Modern Poetry 2 You love you.
spread
In the wind
Float to my place
You smile.
Crying
perspicacious
The wall of disappearance
Your bent back
Can't stand up straight.
It stings
The mark on my heart
You have silver hair.
Not young
That kind of sadness
Crawl all over my heart
Your wrinkled face
It's vicissitudes
feel
I have been unfilial for half my life.
The moment you get up
So slow
hands up!
I will lend you my arm.
You are no longer sad.
Just sigh
Wake me up.
The power of the mind
Your shriveled breasts
Hang down
tell
No milk is mother.
The moment I hugged you
You cried.
I stared.
The dark dawn outside the window
You made breakfast.
It tastes bad
Children swallowing
Lack of great love
The days are getting longer.
No longer than you bend over.
The outflow of sweat
My melancholy
No matter how dark the night is.
Black but your face.
Those years.
The wound left in your heart
My pen tip quivered slightly.
Eyes flashing.
Fallen
It turned out to be glittering and translucent light.
I miss
You're looking forward to
Written in this poem
Leave it somewhere else.