At the beginning of the poem, I chose the special image of "pale fingertips", which reflects my mother's vicissitudes and haggard mind, and expressed it by two close-ups of my mother's "caring for my sideburns" and her own "holding your skirt", thus constructing a dreamy "loving mother in my dream" picture and creating an artistic atmosphere of affection.
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The author of "Ah Mom" is Shu Ting, and the original text is as follows:
Ah, mother, your pale fingertips touch my temple, and I can't help holding your skirt as tightly as I did when I was a child. Ah, mother, in order to keep you drifting away, 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, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth. Ah, mother, isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless? I'm afraid my memory will fade, too How can I easily open its screen? I cried to you for a thorn, and now I dare not moan with a crown of thorns.
Ah, mom, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if the call can penetrate the loess, how can I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love in this way, although I have written many songs for flowers, sea and dawn. Ah, mother, my sweet and profound memory is not a torrent or a waterfall, but a dry well that can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.