Article/Jingwei
For a person who has serious procrastination, writing tonight is indeed a bit of a waste of time
< p>Because every procrastinator hopes to waitWaiting is nothing more than waiting for the best year in your heart
The best day, and the best summer light years at that time< /p>
I never thought that thousands of songs in the future and thousands of stars in the evening would all end in this midsummer.
In that remote mountain village?
In that small mountain village?
My dear mother?
She has gray hair on her temples Sideburns?
The past time is unforgettable?
Unforgettable?
How many kisses did my mother give me? How many kisses?
Kisses Dry the tears on my face?
Warm my young heart?
Mother’s kiss? Sweet kiss?
I miss you to this day... !
Dad, what song are you singing?
I also want to learn, you teach me.
The name of this song is "Mother's Kiss"
Come and sing with me:
In that remote mountain village?
< p>A small mountain village?My dear mother?
Already have white hair and temples...
This song "Mother's Kiss" by Grandma Gu Jianfen "
In that midsummer, it was sung as "Father's Kiss". ?
Dad, why are the stars in the sky twinkling? ?
Haha, that’s because they are imitating your blinking!
Come and let me teach you how to recognize the Big Dipper
Look at the seven brightest stars over there
They are called the Big Dipper
< p>The Big Dipper looks like a spoon when connected together.Where is it? Do I have to count carefully? One, two, three, four...?
I remember that I tried my best to keep my eyes wide open
Looking towards The area on my father’s finger
But I still couldn’t count it clearly.
Dad, why are your arms more comfortable than pillows?
Oh, really?
Because dad’s arms are very thick
Dad’s arms are very thick.
Looking at my father’s face through the clear moonlight and scattered fireflies
I saw the tall nose bridge and a face full of joy.
Today, this smile seems to be one of my father’s most proud faces!
Sometimes I find that the human brain’s memory of smells
is far more profound than the memory of images
Recalling the smell of my father’s armpit sweat
It still makes people excited. ?
I was lying next to my father like this
I could hear the rustling of willow branches by the river?
I was shaking the cattail leaf fan with my father on time.
The river is still gurgling northward as before
The stars in the sky are still blinking together like rogues
The moon seems to be afraid of those who have not returned home yet As a result, the fireflies shone a little brighter
Meng, wake up, go home, it's windy outside, go home and sleep.
My father twitched his arm at this time
At the same time, he woke me up from my sleep
I was very reluctant at the time?
< p>But when he opened his sleepy eyes, he looked aroundThe moon had long since disappeared in the sky
Only a few dim and mottled stars remained
At the same time, there were still Accompanied by gusts of cool breeze. ?
I had no choice but to pack the mat sheets with my father
Farewell to the "Father brand" pillow that I would never have the chance to sleep on again?
Zhang Ailing said alone You will die three times in your life
The first time is brain death, which means the death of the body.
The second time is the funeral, which means death in society.
The third time is forgetting, no one in this world will think of you anymore, that is complete death.
A city that is too dazzling is not suitable for stargazing
It is midsummer in my hometown today
I will never have the chance to see the stars again with my father
I later learned that the days ahead would be long, but they were all perfunctory words.
If there are so many days in life and only a long time to come
Isn’t life just like a glass of cold water?
Tonight’s night sky is filled with only strangely dressed neon lights
And I, a foreign land in Sudi,
returning to the fragments of my loving father’s love. Ode. ?
Two poems ?
A loving mother’s lament
Unpronounced, tears flowed first
The old scene comes to mind.
?
The dawn moon hides the face and the partridges chirp
How many uncles and children are caring
I just lament that fate does not reciprocate
After howling
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People may not be thinner than yellow flowers!
---------6.18 Father's Day "Untitled"
Times are endless, but life is limited.
The frost and dew are cold at dawn, and the moon is shining brightly at night.
When I ask who is holding my hand, I feel sad and shed tears.
Look down on external affairs and cherish the people in front of you.
---------Uncle Zheng’s Dragon Boat Festival Five Rhymes ***Mian
(Contributed by netizen Jingwei)