Author: Bing Xin
I never refuse 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 of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still fold it every day without losing heart,
I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan begged it to bring her love and sadness home.
1August 27, 923
2. Wandering songs
Author: Meng Jiao (Tang)
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
3. Mother
Author: love
Mother is as humble as moss,
Solemn as the morning light,
As soft as the voice of Jiangnan,
Hard as a thousand years of cold jade,
When I raised my eyes,
She is Hao Yue:
When I looked down,
She is a vast land.
4. Dedicated to Mother Bei Heine
Author: Heine
I'm used to strutting around,
My temperament is also a bit stubborn;
Even if the king and I face each other,
I won't lower my eyes.
But, mom, I want to be honest with you:
Although my self-esteem is very strong,
Once I come to your happy and kind side,
Often feel inferior and cringe.
You have a noble spirit that permeates everything,
Radiant, direct to the sun, the moon and the stars,
It is this spirit that secretly conquered me,
Recalling the past really makes me sad.
I did a lot of wrong things and broke your heart.
Good love for my loving mother!
5. My Mother (Fragment)
Author: Zou Taofen
My mother was only twenty-nine when she died, leaving three men and three women. On the night of her death, her consciousness was very clear, and she cried to her children with tears. The last thing she wants to leave is her children.
My mother is just an ordinary mother, but I think her lovely personality, her hard-working spirit and her capable talents are all buried in a family in feudal society, and they are all buried in meaningless affairs, otherwise she will definitely become a more contributing member of society. I think so, too. I wonder how many women have been buried like my mother!
Mother is a kind of kinship address, and it is the address of children to the mother. It is also used to describe a certain group or thing that raises people. Mother is an image praised in all cultures, and people praise her greatness in various ways. This has produced a large number of literary works, film and television works and so on.