1, paper boat
-Send it to Mom.
backbone
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-Save it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still fold it every day without losing heart,
I always hope that a place 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. "Ah, Mom"
Shu Ting
Your pale fingertips touch my temple.
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt
Ah, mom.
In order to keep your fading 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.
Afraid that cleaning will make it
Lose your unique warmth
Ah, mom.
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.
I dare not moan.
Ah, mom.
I often look up at your photos sadly.
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.
Although I have written many songs.
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom.
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
Not a torrent, not a waterfall.
It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
3. ode to mother
-This document is for all mothers in the world, rich or poor.
Mom, can you use the hands of dead tree skin?
Brush off the frost that has turned gray on your temples? I know
The bow of the red ribbon bleached the black hair in my memory.
Long time no see. Mother, as if nothing had happened.
Or wriggle a loose tooth gently?
It's neither too tight nor too slow. Laugh in tears
Sing some songs that are still fresh in my childhood.
Memory is the snake of missing. Draw a word
Winding forward, my bitter ink in this life.
Mom, are you still willing to use this cracked tongue core?
Lick my arrogant poison. I am in front of you.
Always a child who doesn't grow up.
So there is a vague topic called maternal love.
It is undoubtedly the stupidest injury to a wanderer.
Mom, you are old. You used to be as famous as chrysanthemums.
The edge of the white porcelain bottle has your residual medicine fragrance.
Plain silk was very popular in the old days. manage
Brushed the heart of love, but still
I can't hide your crazy concern.
The autumn wind has started. Even in the shadow of loneliness, mom
Don't catch cold either. No matter when and where
Sunset depends on a crutch called a child.
And you, on fertile soil.
Seeds covered with vegetation are sprouting and growing.
And I, at the moment. I just want to hear your call.
My real name. In a trance, mother
I seem to be back in the yard, next to the well where I drew water as a child.
4. "Mother"
Messy in the wind
It's your white hair
Tears came out.
This is your old face
Slightly curved back
Farewell hand
I dare not look back.
Afraid I'll never leave again
The pace of leaving home
Always want to lean in your arms.
Relive childhood dreams
I always want to look into your eyes.
Say what Chen Jiao said.
in front of you
I am a child who will never grow up.
But I'm growing
Ignore your tears
Walk a long way.
Now I am also a mother.
Looking at the child in his arms
Grow up day by day
I just realized the greatness of maternal love.
But your sideburns
flowers blooming like a piece of brocade
Go home often.
This is all I can give you.
A little reward
5. "To Mother"
( 1)
Mom, can I sweet talk in front of you?
Is there anything I can't tell you?
The fire burned my rope and coat.
I have become a man.
This fact is bound to surprise you.
My wings are flapping in the sun and shadows you can't see.
(2)
In the nest you built,
Under your wings, my flesh and blood is getting fuller and fuller.
I accept your milk, caress and training,
Hair and limbs are controlled by some rules,
Grow symmetrical and elegant.
I lie in front of your eyes and smile every day.
Your breath tames my blood,
I became shy, quiet and full of warmth.
So, the wounds and tears of the earth,
Tortured and supported my nerves,
Sad music is floating inside and outside.
(3)
You are the church, the voice of God, the calling and the eternal light source.
But I am humble as dust and evil as a sinner.
I fear the light from heaven, pray and tremble.
Your expectations become whips and dams.
You can't hear my dreams or see my visions.
You carefully designed clothes, chairs and beds for me.
Hold my hand tightly,
Until love and tolerance are my enemies.
(4)
Mom, have you ever seen waves and magma?
Have you ever seen a fleeting meteor?
Have you ever heard the wolf howl?
Have you ever heard the sound of broken bones and nerves?
You don't understand why I always wander alone in the wilderness.
Why do you sometimes get carried away with laughter?
Sometimes I feel depressed and uneasy.
When you found me singing and playing the piano in the middle of the night flirting with girls,
You will be sure that I have gone astray.
(5)
Give me freedom! Give me back my energy!
Give back my original desire! Give me a fresh feeling!
Mom, if I yell at you like this, can you understand?
Won't you panic?
To no avail, irreversible,
I am numb to stimulation, although my heart is full of longing.
(6)
Ah, mother, you are the order in chaos,
Is due to confusion and fanaticism,
It is the home of vagrants, it is
Unreachable realms and dreams.
I am broad and kind because of you,
I'm getting old too early because of you again.