Chapter 1: A song dedicated to my mother on Mother's Day when I was a child.
Motherly love is the cradle.
Mother hummed nursery rhymes.
Shake it, shake it.
I rocked to Waipo Bridge.
When I grow up
Maternal love is a bowl.
Hot egg noodles
And a new cotton-padded coat.
There is heat in my heart
Body warmth
afterwards
Motherly love is just some trivial nagging.
There are thousands of instructions before leaving.
Son, it's good to be at home. It's always difficult to go out.
It's not good to be outside. I miss home.
Just come back early.
Now
Motherly love is the telephone in your hand.
There are also long telephone lines that are pulled.
Home phone number
Wanderers dial their hearts every night.
Chapter two: Mother praises poetry day by day, mother.
Moon-like childlike innocence
have a dream
Set out in the embrace of your blue sky
Oiy Mama
I am a grass.
You are fertile ground for me to take root.
I am a flying wave.
You gave me the love of the sea.
In my bright eyes
You have the holiness of God.
Put your sternness
Compared with the wind in Shan Ye.
Distort dreams
Once you put your love
Pane star
Hanging in the beautiful sky
My heart is unwilling to be lonely like a cloud.
Wandering in the eyes of your Ming Che.
finally
You let me go.
Like flying a kite in your hand.
Turn my thoughts into silver thread
Twisted in your hands
When I fly to the distant pyramid
Like the rising sun.
my heart
Like the light of the sun, it melts in your maternal love.
Oiy Mama
Mom is a heavy book, enough to read for a lifetime!
Pull the needle and thread carefully,
Spring shirts are still afraid of leaking cold.
Hard work, hate not having wings,
Cut off all the blue light and look pathetic.
People often say: 500 times in previous lives.
Only for the passing of this life.
I don't know how many times I have saved my memory.
In exchange for being in love with your mother and daughter
Mother, you gave me life with great love.
In more than forty years of life,
I have been reading you in my own unique way.
Your simple and rich connotation
It is worth my life to understand and appreciate.
Mom, it is your love that keeps me growing up.
Your vicissitudes of life, how many dusk misty rain you have experienced.
Your wrinkled face is engraved with the vicissitudes of nearly a century.
Your deep eyes have read all the rain, snow, wind and frost on earth.
How much hope did those calloused hands weave?
That full head of hair, years have dyed her frost.
The wind blows the old year, telling the lost time.
How many bumpy mountains and ridges have you climbed with strong steps?
Dream, the overflowing map, still radiates dazzling light.
Reading mom, bend your back.
How much pain and sorrow have you suffered?
Reading mother, a long time.
Carrying the dream of your life
Reading mother because of kindness
-It's your strong wings.
Chapter 3: Praise Mother's Day when the sun brushes the ears of wheat into golden yellow.
mother
Your birthday party will appear in the Harvest Concerto again.
Proceed as scheduled
This loess is a cake specially made by God for you.
You stick candles everywhere with a sickle
Cut and fold
I followed you to pick up the lost candlelight.
You smile with satisfaction.
This is the only way you allow me to celebrate your birthday.
Actually, I really want to say something.
Even a word.
Not a word.
You're still hunched over and sweaty.
Jet like blood into the sunset behind him.
Finally, there is a place that can penetrate any grandiose.
When the sickle announces a rest
I think I finally have a chance to tell you that pent-up sentence.
You have sweat on your pillow.
fell asleep
When holding your hand
I'm not afraid.
All cowardice becomes brave prisoners.
So I didn't want to grow up then.
Afraid of leaving home, without the comfort of those hands
Make up your mind to step down.
Leaving home for the first time
Pack your bags and go south quickly.
When I am alone in a foreign land, I think of my mother.
Open all schedules.
There is a photo in a letter from home.
Eagles can fly.
I learned to care for others under my wings.
A windy day
I'm not afraid.
Snowflakes can't attack intimate cotton-padded jackets.
Even if it falls gently
It is also to straighten out the floating dust of my irritability.
Even if people say
And lovesick travelers are still at the end of the world.
This day
Mom's festival
I sent a poem of carnation.
All petals
I wrote a sentence.
I love you.-Mom.
Open your palm.
Let me hold your hand.
This is your daughter's reward.
The brilliant life achieved by women
Every moment is thrilling.
Every minute is like breathing fate.
Every second is a matter of life and death.
Love melts flesh and blood, heart and blood.
Magnificent time
Every second counts.
Time is as long as knife and fire.
Fight bloody battles.
Grind your teeth and scream.
Cry loudly and wail loudly.
Fight with all your might
Longing for it.
Struggle painfully, struggle
A heroic shock of blood, a shock
Fierce competition between life and death, competition
A great miracle of coming back from the dead, a miracle
This moment, this minute, this second
A life is separated in the matrix.
The severe pain is unbearable.
surging forward in sweeping waves
The waves are overwhelming.
Sweating all over, extremely tired
A second is as painful as a year.
This is the beginning of a new life given by the mother.
Fight tenaciously and overcome intense pain.
Finally, I was born in my heart.
Crying in a great pain shock ...
Announce to the universe, heaven and earth, and the man of God:
I came to this new world.
That "wow" cry is so loud and clear.
Break through the night and jump into the light!
From now on _ _ _ _ _
Life begins the story of this life.
This is the history of mankind, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign.
Life is full of dust.
Vast for hundreds of millions of years.
Chapter four: write to your mother, be by her side.
I feel like a child whose umbilical cord has never been cut.
Never grew up.
Never grow up.
Next to my mother.
Always don't want to leave
Than go far.
Than grow up.
Have a mother.
I feel like a tame cat.
I want to be in her warm arms forever.
Eager to enjoy sweet milk.
To absorb mother's greatness and mother's kindness.
Make yourself very powerful, very powerful.
Have a mother.
Busy placenta
It's like a giant converter.
Transform energy and emotion
Umbilical cord flow and beating
Like an emissary
Convey the feeling of love
Have a mother.
Umbilical cord is like a strong rope.
No matter how far you drift.
No matter how high you fly.
Shemama
Always will be.
Call you back.
Go back to her.
Maybe, one day in the future.
Mom is really old.
Maybe, one day in the future.
Rope, umbilical cord
It's really broken
by then
That kid.
Maybe a grown-up child.