Maternal love.
Enbi mountain is higher,
Love comes like the sun.
Zhu Ziqing wrote about his back,
The Book of Songs gave birth to my sadness.
Keep it alone,
San Chunhui is coming.
Eighteen years of food and clothing,
Father, open it
Note: Even sentences rhyme with "Ai", and the number of words varies. This is a "free poem". No matter what style a poem is, rhythm (rhyme) is the most basic thing that cannot be lost. Things of the same kind have the same characteristics. Basketball, volleyball and table tennis are all round, so they are all called "balls". If it becomes a cube, it can no longer be called a "ball". Classical poetry, modern poetry, free verse and modern poetry are different in form, but they are "rhythmic" in common, and poetry has no rhythm.