Poetry or prose about mother's happiness and happiness

I'm leaving, mom.

When I left,

With tears

No turning back

Dare not look back.

I know that casual looking back

Will make your casual eyes

A bitter smile will keep me.

I know

There must be a smile on your face.

But your heart is crying, mom.

I know in my heart.

You just said: Go ahead, son.

Mother will wait for you when the tired child comes back.

I'm leaving, mom.

When I left,

With tears

Dare not look back.

When I turned the maple grove in front of the door,

You can't see me.

When the wet tears of Fenglin flow from my heart.

You can't see me.

It's just, mom

I can't hold it any longer, and my tears are as hard to stop as a thread.

I turned around, mom.

I dare to turn back.

I'd better turn around.

Although tears can't see loess

But I know

Mom, you still hold the door and watch your son.

For a long time, I don't want to look back.

How many times have I cried and cried in my dreams?

Mom, I want to go home.

How many times have I seen it in my dream, mom?

You gently use your warm hands

Touch my crying wound

Oiy mom

I know, you are always behind me.

With an encouraging expression

There is hope in her eyes.

With a waiting smile ...

I know, mom.

You've been standing behind me.

Every midnight dream.

There is always a voice: go, son.

Mother will wait for you when the tired child comes back.

I went to worship my mother's river beam, fearing that my tears would flow in vain.

This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time.

-"Don't be an old mother" Huang Zhongze