Modern Poetry: Those Years of Missing Become Frost

The memories are long

Through the vicissitudes of the past

Mother’s little suit

The most fashionable in the village

The black braids are in pairs

The green gauze is floating

Holding the new shoe uppers

Making a double-breasted dress for dad

Happiness is there

Hidden in mother’s smile

Father left in a hurry

Leaving us with sadness that we can’t get rid of

The forty-one-year-old mother

has no time to hesitate

From now on, her shoulders

will bear all the suffering

We don’t lack new clothes

We don’t lack the delicious food

I just regret that this winter night is too long

In the dark

Longing gradually becomes Frost

Looking forward to my mother returning home during the Chinese New Year

Standing on the wall and looking around

I still can’t see my mother entering the village

“Thinking” Growing like crazy in my heart

But it also becomes a disaster day by day

Gentleness cannot penetrate strength

On the way to a long voyage

Love is sure Packed in mother’s luggage

Mother’s steel-like palms

support us to grow

and also support smiling faces one after another

Thirty years of time

Desolate and unforgettable

Mother’s back is still long

Now our black hair is getting gray

The road back home I don’t feel like I have grown up

A familiar village

The glass windows are bright

My mother is sitting on the earthen bed with a smile

Today

Children call me mother

You must be healthy and enjoy the blessings

The laughter is also hearty