Mom, I have long wanted to write a poem for you.
But I wrote it many times, but I still didn't write it well.
Mom, I wrote this poem for you.
I don't know how to start, I don't know how to end,
I don't know what to write, just like slapping you when I was a child.
I don't know whether to accept it bravely or choose to escape.
Mom, I thought of you again tonight, and I decided to write a poem for you.
Even if you write badly, even if you are far from home, you will never read it. ...
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wan Shui Qian Shan, ask him to take her love and sorrow home.
Second, the full text of Bing Xin's Paper Boat:
I never want 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 by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I am still not disheartened, folding every day,
I've always wanted a place to flow to where I want to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he has no dreams.
This is your favorite daughter, with tears in her eyes. Qian Shan is full of water.
Ask him to take her love and sadness home.