Dedicated to mother
Sitting quietly on a flower, I have been integrated with the book.
One.
Because of her concentration, the book was opened greatly, and countless books were forgetful and black.
Colored eyes1111
How beautiful and quiet! those years
I grew up healthily by tasting such scenes. She recited it softly.
Reading makes waves in the air.
Love wave
Smell the homesick sea!
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This bending posture makes the sun bend to the ground;
Such snow-white hair makes every winter pure.
It's beautiful.
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Old mother! Read longer than my life! Sit quietly
On the chill of early spring
The waves decorate my years layer by layer.
When I went to the seaside as a student, I wrote a magnificent poem.
Waiting for your reading! -Untitled
A river of youth suddenly flows away with a bang.
Mom! I stopped by a blue sky and walked alone.
The car leans against the sun.
Underwater blue sky and deep water: boundless clouds
At this time, clouds are wandering around.
The flowers in my life suddenly bloom.
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This is a mess of beauty everywhere! I drank the waves and rode on my bike.
On the waves, the wheels are rolling.
I'm far, far away ―― completely gone!
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The rest of my body is next to the endless blue wave.
The rest of my poems record life and let a hundred flowers blossom.
Express "two"
What is left to me is green mountains and green waters, living and working.
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I can only live in my mother's poems.
Living, melancholy, singing, full of hope.
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Waiting for your return!
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tornado
This is one of countless spring mornings, roaring in the waves.
thunder
Mom! In the red morning light, the bamboo basket for washing vegetables is so ethereal
It seems that the thunderstorm will not come.
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There are thunderstorms, because of our beautiful home and singing.
Come to our hearts in advance. Mom, a huge smile is rolling in the sky.
The long-awaited comfort! In the center of the city square
I went over the mountains to listen to your voice flying home gently.
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But mom, your wings only grow on me! I can fly.
The blood in the book loves the rivers of the motherland.
Respond to the sound of your blood!
It seems to have condensed the flames of rural life for countless centuries.
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Burning forever. Mom, the days of rice.
The light in the depths of blood makes the sun shine, and I am the brightest.
Work!
At the moment when I landed gently in the yard, there was a thunderstorm!
The sky, the earth, labor, flying and light began to roll.
Mans, dissolve together-ah transparent storm, explosion.
Garden, my gentle and thin mother's heart.
Boundless me ...