I never abandon a piece of paper,
I always keep it-I keep it,
I fold it into a small boat and throw it into the sea.
some were blown into the window in the boat by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck on the bow.
I still fold them every day without losing heart.
I always hope that one can only flow where I want him to go.
Mother, if you see a very small boat in your dream,
don't be surprised that he falls asleep for no reason.
It was folded by your beloved daughter with tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan, please ask him to carry her love and sorrow home.
Stars
Mother,
The wind and rain in the sky are coming;
The bird hides in its nest;
The storm in my heart came,
I hid in my mother's arms.
the corn is ripe. Mother
ants climb over every corn
-it's mother's finger
corn yellow becomes a poem
mother is a poet who sings bitterly
the season of reincarnation
the product of blood and sweat
the price is as high as the lifeline
the years and appearance
the scenery outside the mountains is not engraved
mother is silent <
I mostly think about my mother
My mother is the best crop in the field
To be exact, it is a pear tree
The days after my father left
Family ties withered in the stubble
Strange weeds deserted my home
Sleeping in the rainy season
My mother stood stubbornly in the garden
Her feet plunged deeply.
Time carves the annual rings
Autumn wind and walk on by
Choke away my mother's life
I'm used to wandering around. Wandering
Every time I come home, I
tell my mother about some people and things in the distance
She always listens so carefully
She can't bear to interrupt my words
At this time, my eyes are always full of tears
To my mother
Shake her light fingers in summer
Open your beautiful festival
The pride of a woman is fleeting. Sea, Ripple slowly
You make me believe that
life is light and spring is fragrant
the sun and the moon bend gently in accordance with the Qionglou
Happy Zhu Yan looks at the midnight
Happy and low eyebrows
My mother told me
Don't forget to smile
But we sigh
The nothingness of seventeen-year-old love
We sigh
Being caught up in it. Our
fairy tales that are constantly being written
autumn fairy tales
are in my mother's heart
No matter how good the moonlight is, it will inevitably bring some sadness
Our purity
is just an account book of memories
I am glad that I can freeze my thoughts with words that my mother can't understand
and then
let go
feel the life my mother gave me. That face
tried to change back the space I missed
but I was
just wandering at the tip of love
Now
I have learned to narrow the distance with my thoughts
Create motivation with my heart
Today's wish
is to let my mother's beautiful eyes
unfold the happiest smile in a thousand years
. P > Mother
When it is cold, I think of my mother
My mother is not afraid of cold
My children are cold
Winter is coming
My mother is wearing thin clothes
Sewing warm cotton-padded clothes for her children
My mother's hands are red
My mother's lips are purple
My mother. My children
never understood
when I was a child.
Now I
have grown up.
Only then do I know that
my mother is really not afraid of cold.
I am afraid that my children
are writing to my mother.
Who
who
will make your hair
white as frost. On the way, your tears
began to flow quietly
My long-distance footsteps
I traveled all over the world
My heart
I will always be by your side
Mother
Your tears are my sadness
Your smile is my comfort
Your love. It's you who can't leave behind.
You are my eternal attachment in my heart.
Mother-you are the hometown of my life. Mother
The depth of the night
pours in endlessly
Drowning the noise of youth
The bright moon
smearing the quiet earth
complaining about the guests' dreams
but somewhat soft and pleasant
catching the shadow of the tree in the moonlight
but first getting mottled drunkenness < Thick dust
falls back to the farm where there are mothers and children
Mother's joyful smile
blooms with kindness and joy
That's because the wanderer from a distant place
returns
Mother's joyful kindness and smile
gradually spreads
in the air
and becomes the bright moon
that fills the world.