The earth has been spinning.
I accidentally fell into a ditch when I was a child.
You took it from the ground in a pool of blood.
Suddenly picked me up.
It's your omnipotent Hercules!
A thousand raindrops fell from the umbrella.
Grains pour into your back.
There is no rain in my arms.
The hospital is the end of the marathon.
This is your brave ambulance.
Chen Xing was born and died constantly.
I also know that it has aging and parting.
Regret is always deeply rooted in the heart after parting.
There are endless complaints about grasslands and rivers.
Spring is warm, and the sea and the sky are the same.
Is your avatar avalokitesvara!
■ Ode to Mother
Although mother is still poor.
The child's love for his mother is unambiguous.
We just shouted "Long live mother"
Deeper love erupts in my heart like a volcano.
Although my mother is ordinary and has a great reaction,
She is the real hero in children's hearts.
Who can live in the achievements of princes and princes?
Children can keep their mother's kindness in mind.
Although mother speaks softly,
She is heavier than Mount Tai in children's hearts.
She has made no earth-shattering achievements.
But my mother and I watered the children's success together.
■ Ordinary life
Your little feet
How many roads have you walked?
On your weak shoulders
Still bear a heavy burden
This road is very long.
It is full of your blood, your sweat and your tears.
And endless humiliation.
Your cheeks are brown.
Write about your long-term running and hard work.
however
You never seem to know what to complain about.
You are always tenacious, keep going.
There is always a long way under your feet.
Never asked you why you left.
You never wanted to tell anyone.
You are always so silent.
Go quietly, go ...
Your little feet,
Walk out of the long road
There is no end in sight.