Author: Hu Jia
Even a genius doesn't know himself.
How to move in the mother's arms
Mother's breasts are the sun and moon of childhood.
That's the poet's poem praising his mother.
Ordinary ordinary us
No matter how ordinary or ordinary, I have been bathed in maternal love.
No matter how great and noble, it is also a mother's child.
As long as you lie in your mother's arms
Even if it's just one night.
You will hear the milk gurgling serenade.
What's the taste of mother's milk?
Say sweet, sweet, salty and fishy.
Why does it lead to endless topics for human beings?
I can sort out my mother's white hair from my memory.
The gray wisp on the sideburns comes from the anxiety of the couple.
A silvery white world overhead.
That thick piece of snow
This is the mark of physical and mental pain.
Mother, the missing chapter in my memory.
Why is it only the age of breastfeeding?
The taste of breast milk
Is it fragrant, sweet, salty or fishy?
Why do children have no memory?
You don't have to dream about being a baby anymore.
As long as you have been a mother once.
I once went to the hospital with my child in my arms.
It's full of medicine and sugar.
A world where sorrow and joy coexist
In an instant, I will find my lost past.
Which infusion bottle is not with mom?
Stay up all night in fear.
Which thermometer doesn't remember the joys and sorrows of being a mother for the first time?
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A portrait of ten years old overnight.
It is by no means a sketch of the life of a mother who provides children's collections.
Life is as hard as a baby.
There is a life that my mother experienced until death do us part.
If you can trade death for life
You can exchange your pain for your child's happiness and your child's breathing.
Mother would say, send blood to the heart.
In order to calm a small scar on the child.
Even if I bid farewell to my youth and beauty forever.
Even the mother will not hesitate to speak softly again.
"Take it"
Only when you are a mother.
People don't know how to be children at first.
Mother, only maternal love is not timely savings.
Motherly love for children and women is an output.
Selflessly lost to blood and milk.
Because there is no need to repay, it has never entered my memory.
Take the blood! Take the heart! Bring your eyes and arms.
Even the whole body
Since such a voice comes from the mother's heart
Such a sound will surely be passed on to children with big breasts.
Destroying opium in Humen, in the fire of the Sino-Japanese War,
Blood knife bathes the flag of fire.
Huangpu beach next to Lugou Bridge, on the bank of the Yellow River.
The 8.8 million bloody bodies of the eight hundred heroes.
Even today.
Desperately defended Yangtze River levee.
The barren and lovely Ali embraced by the liver and brain.
You can see that your child is connected with your mother's blood.
Love for the motherland, the nation and the mother has been integrated.
Breast milk is sweet, fragrant, salty and fishy.
Love, emotion, passion and strength flow in our blood.
There are bright stars in the dark sky.
The earth with clouds and sunrises, and the surging morning light.
What's the taste of mother's milk?
Children, let's ask ourselves.