1, scene
Turn on the tap and use a blue porcelain bowl.
Wash the white rice, breathe and test the water, and the rice grains are there.
The center of the vortex flashed,
Just like old times, on my left,
A few tomatoes were flushed.
Echoing the afterglow of the sunset outside the window.
A handful of cress, waking up from a dream of emerald color,
At the edge of the vegetable basket, wave goodbye to the simple and honest potatoes.
Soon,
The kitchen smells of cooking,
The family sat around and shared the fresh and tender fish.
The halo of the wall lamp pushes the night away.
Just like my mother did a few years ago,
She left these subtle details,
The blood of our ancestors runs through our veins.
I can't see anywhere, but, everywhere,
And it will be passed down all the time.
2. "To Mother"
The sun is still there,
The moon is still there,
There is a voice full of love,
But it's gone,
Shouted one after another,
Go home,
It's time to eat,
Sleep,
And light,
Thin,
Along the windowsill,
Slide down from the bed,
This is the mother's voice,
A string of broken pearls,
If so, if not,
Like the smell of the ground,
Trembling like the sun,
Solidified like a moon shadow.
3. Mother's cycle
Mom, I live like you every day.
When I nag my daughter, complain about my illness and worry about three meals,
Being ignored in her daughter's clothes, although her mind is full of thoughts,
When we met, we only talked about the weather and cats.
At that moment,
I see my back and my mother overlap.
Yes, the river flows unconsciously,
Mother must have secretly shed tears under the covers,
I have knocked on the door and walked around, and I have come back despondently.
The skirts pulled by three generations of women are all transformed from each other.
Love, dislike and envy the men around her.
A mother's heart, the older it is, the more futile it is and the more silent it is.
Pot after pot, throw it out.
Listen, son, the moths in the sky are not only looking for little daisies,
And looking for lights and stupid sacrifices.
Listen, mom, when the moon is windy,
No matter how lonely, there is a rainbow halo, so tight and so complicated.
White is airtight.