-beauty, it's beautiful. I want to kneel down for this title. I want to dedicate this poem to those young mothers whom we respect!
Co-creation/whispering to heaven and roses
( 1)
Tick-tock ... the horn is harsh.
The speeding car is warning passers-by.
Flip, edge, edge ... the birds flap their wings.
Scared the pigeons dozing in the ginkgo tree.
Be careful, son, son ... it's her.
The young mother is anxiously calling for her child.
(2)
She was frightened and her face was as yellow as paper.
How to comfort this young mother?
She subconsciously leaned against the ginkgo tree on the side of the road.
It seems that the world died in a moment of trembling.
The feeling of young mother licking her calf.
Cheer up, ginkgo leaves fall all over the ground.
A young mother has a broad and loving heart.
Let the ginkgo leaves blush and fly down quietly.
She seemed to think of something for a moment.
Slip into the children's aisle on the street.
……
(3)
The early morning sunshine failed to penetrate the dark clouds, and the autumn rain suddenly fell.
The young mother is more eager to spin ideas.
Who can appreciate young women at this time?
Being wet by rain highlights sexy body curves
Son, son, my son ...
She shouted to the child over and over again in her mind.
In the autumn rain, the flowing long hair no longer flies.
Sip the rain and tears at the corner of your mouth, sweet or salty?
(4)
Educate your son to do his own thing.
Unexpectedly, the little guy made a coup and became independent.
Give him back the right of self-control that belongs to him.
Don't let adults accompany you to kindergarten.
She had to promise him, but how could she rest assured?
After all, he is just a flower bud in a greenhouse.
Although qiandingwan told him with confidence.
Just in case, she followed her.
(5)
Ding-dong, Ding-dong ... Sweet doorbell.
The young mother snatched him into her arms.
Children, if the brave SHEN WOO warrior wins,
The young hand wiped away her tears of excitement.
(6)
When crossing the street, she was afraid for him.
But he can swim across the zebra crossing freely.
She was worried about him when it suddenly rained.
He put on his raincoat quickly and took his time.
……
If you are not satisfied.
That's Song of the Seven Sons by Mr. Wen Yiduo.
Macao
Do you know that "Ma Gang" is not my real name?
I've been away from your children for too long, mom!
But what they took was my body,
You still have my soul.
I've dreamed of my biological mother for 300 years!
Please call your son by his birth name and call me "Macau"!
Mom! I want to come back, mom!
Hong Kong
I am like Huang Bao who keeps vigil in front of Fengge.
Mother, although my position is very small, my situation is very dangerous.
Now the terrible sea lion pounced on me,
Spit my flesh and swallow my ointment;
Mom, I cried and howled, but I shouldn't have called you.
Mom, let me hide in your arms!
Mom! I want to come back, mom!
Taiwan Province Province, China
We are a string of pearls in the East China Sea.
Ryukyu is my younger brother, and I am from Taiwan Province Province.
I still have Zheng's heroic spirit in my chest.
Loyal blood dyed my heirloom red.
Mom, the cool summer is killing me;
Give me an order and I can still attack the city.
Mom! I want to come back, mom!
Weihai port
Let me protect the oldest sea in China again,
The original sacred mountain on the shore here is.
Mom, don't forget that I am an expert in preventing the sea.
I have a Liu Gongdao as my shield.
Come back, it's time.
The remains of saints are buried behind me!
Mom! I want to come back, mom!
Guangzhou bay
The East China Sea and Hungary are my double keys.
I am an iron lock at the back door of China.
Why did you lend me to a thief?
Mom, you should never abandon me!
Mom, let me come back to you quickly.
I want to hold your ankle tightly.
Mom! I want to come back, mom!
Kowloon
My brother Hong Kong is complaining about his pain.
Mom, do you remember your little daughter Jiulong?
Ever since I married Zhenhai Devil,
I have never shed tears for a day!
Mother, I count the auspicious days of mothering every day.
I'm afraid that hope will become an empty dream.
Mom! I want to come back, mom!
Dalian Lushun
We are Lushun and Dalian, twin brothers.
How should our destinies be compared?
Two strong neighbors kicked me back and forth,
We are two mud balls at the foot of the mob.
Mom, it's time to go back. Bring us back quickly.
You have no idea how much our children miss you!
Mom! We'll be back, mom! Agree 49| Comment