Prose poem praising mother 1 Your pale fingertips manage my sideburns.
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt
Ah, mom.
In order to keep your fading figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke.
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf.
Afraid that cleaning will make it
Lose your unique warmth
Ah, mom.
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.
I dare not moan.
Ah, mom.
I often look up at your photos sadly.
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.
Although I have written many songs.
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom.
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
Not a torrent, not a waterfall.
It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
Prose poem praising mother 2 is beside mother.
I feel like a child whose umbilical cord has never been cut.
Never grew up.
Never grow up.
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Next to my mother.
Always don't want to leave
Than go far.
Than grow up.
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Have a mother.
I feel like a tame cat.
I want to be in her warm arms forever.
Eager to enjoy sweet milk.
To absorb mother's greatness and mother's kindness.
Make yourself very powerful, very powerful.
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Have a mother.
Busy placenta
It's like a giant converter.
Transform energy and emotion
Umbilical cord flow and beating
Like an emissary
Convey the feeling of love
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Have a mother.
Umbilical cord is like a strong rope.
No matter how far you drift.
No matter how high you fly.
Shemama
Always will be.
Call you back.
Go back to her.
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Maybe, one day in the future.
Mom is really old.
Maybe, one day in the future.
Rope, umbilical cord
It's really broken
by then
That kid.
Maybe a grown-up child.
Prose poem praising mother 3 Mother's arms,
This is a warm hug.
Hold me tenderly,
Grow up little by little.
Mother's arms,
This is a sweet hug.
How many mornings wake up,
I am coquetry in the nest.
Mother's arms,
It is a happy hug.
No matter how old I am,
Is my eternal harbor.
Mother's arms,
Where I will always be attached.