1, "paper boat"-for mom
backbone
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper. I kept it.-keep it.
Fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow.
I still keep folding them up every day, hoping that one of them 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, please bring her love and sorrow home.
2. "Mother"
Shu Ting
Your pale fingertips caress my temple, and I can't help being like a child.
Hold on to your skirt. Oh, mom.
In order to keep your drifting figure, 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.
I'm afraid washing it will make it lose your unique warmth.
Oh, mother, the running water of the years is as ruthless.
I'm afraid my memory will fade, too How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried out to you for a thorn, but now I am wearing the crown of thorns, and I dare not.
I dare not moan, oh, mom.
I often look up at your photos sadly, although that call can penetrate the loess.
How dare I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.
Although I wrote many songs, for flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Oh, mom, my sweet and tender memories.
Not a torrent, not a waterfall, but a dry well that flowers and trees can't sing.