Modern poems describing characters are as follows:
1. "Sister"
Sister, please slow down and look at the bitter plum blossoms lying quietly in the corner. The bitter green plum on the branches of your years brings a lifetime of sorrow to my heartache, sister. Seeing that your long hair can no longer reflect your own shadow, you exchange the fireworks on your fingertips for me. Sister of the peaceful world, please tell me if we can turn into the seeds of bitter plum flowers and fly back to the soil of our hometown to grow again.
2. "Grandma"
Grandma, her face is like a knife carved into a tree, her hands are like chicken feet, but her voice is like thunder, her eyes are like an eagle, and her children have suffered countless hardships. At this time In exchange, I have many children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. I don’t care about the big things in the country. I have an unrequited love for the small garden at home. I use the money generously when I give it to my children. When I don’t have money, I play quietly with my grandchildren. I sleep for a while outside in the cool house. When I wake up, the house is cool. The traces of daily life remain. Today, I enjoy a typical day. I squint my eyes every day and look into the distance, and all I see is the time when I was twenty.
3. "Father"
When he is dim, his father is like a big mountain. Sitting on his shoulders, he can always see far and far away. When he is sensible, he is like a stubborn bent pine. , then I realized that my weight is so heavy, so heavy, and now, father, you are a deep poem. My son read it silently and shed tears gently.
4. "Mother"
Mother, can you use the hands of withered tree bark to brush away the heavy frost that has already turned white? I know that the bow of the red ribbon will bleach. The black hair in my memory has been gone for a long time. Mother, you act as if nothing has happened and still squirm slightly with loose teeth in your mouth. Sing the still fresh songs of childhood with the smile behind the curtain of tears. Memories are the snakes of longing.
Cross out a word and meander around, my mother who is in pain for the rest of my life, you still don’t hesitate to lick away the poison of my pride with this dry tongue core.
I will always be a child who will never grow up in front of you. Therefore, a vague topic called maternal love is undoubtedly the most stupid injury for wanderers.