I'm not Gao Yubao.
But I really can't afford it.
The kerosene lamp at home can be turned off.
The bread at home can be darker.
Father's illness can be alleviated.
But I can't help reading.
The idea of leaving school
I'll lie down by the fire and cry.
You didn't drink soup with a straight face.
It's getting dark. Let's fight the famine.
The moon is black-headed, empty-handed and anxious.
I trotted back from Dazhuang.
Fall into a small river ditch
Aunt helped you come back.
You are soaked to the skin.
Blood runs down my calf.
Curse the cruel housekeeper cock.
You have been moaning all night.
Used for sore legs and feet
For the sadness of life
in the rain
A turbid heart
Cann't tie her faltering steps
The rain soaked her bloody knees.
It also soaked my fragile heart.
Torrential rain
Mom's here.
She surveyed the country road eight miles away.
Walking all the way in fear and trembling.
Barefoot came to the window where my son was reading.
Mother is standing outside the classroom.
I had a meal with my son in my arms for a week.
Wandering footsteps cut off all the sound sources in the room.
All eyes are respectful.
Walk up to my mother in surprise.
Panicked, her calloused hands
Panic. Her hands are tight.
A heavy bamboo basket
Sweet potato noodles that love to eat noodles
Hiding shyly in the basket
Happiness and pain stick together.
I want to say nothing.
I take care of my anxiety with guilt.
Jump to the door in one step
Let the rain push the tide.
Dry slowly
quiveringly
I took the rations that my mother painstakingly managed.
I also received her long advice and wishes.
The rain hasn't stopped yet
Mom is leaving again.
Because my father has been ill for a long time
Call her at the bedside.
When mom left.
tell me
Everything is fine at home.
Study hard.
Don't worry.
Mom is gone.
Take away my wordless sadness
Leave me with infinite thoughts
Spinning wheel in the moonlight
The moonlight is very cold.
Oil lamps are like beans.
Mother sat cross-legged.
A spinning wheel is spinning with thick moonlight.
Abstraction to concreteness
Mother has cotton wool in her hand.
Rough dry crack
Covered with calluses like elm bark.
Pain and sorrow follow the spinning wheel.
Smart flight
Granularity integration
Shasha moonlight
I must work in the fields at dawn.
From dawn to dusk
Go to the full moon west building
Mother's spinning wheel is stubborn and tenacious.
Mother's hands trembled in the rustling wind.
Extract continuous silk silkworm light.
Mom's frozen hands occasionally stop.
Haha hot gas
Look at my father who is ill in bed.
For the son of my dreams
Knee tuck angle
The spinning wheel in his hand turned willfully again.
Mother's wish for winter.
Is to spin a warm spring
Mother and son say to you
You get off the low stool.
It takes a lot of effort to stand up.
Mom, you are getting older and older.
Your fingers become stiff.
Your steps are getting heavier and heavier.
You cook soup in pain.
Painfully brush the pot and wash the dishes
You can't forget your work in the theater.
You suck the last silk thread out of your body like a silkworm.
I am not a good son.
most of the time
I am stubborn and willful.
If you want to exercise, close the door.
I risk being scolded again.
Open the window at midnight to get some air.
Tap the poetic stars with a cold keyboard.
That time
You told a friend behind my back.
I have nothing to give up in this world.
But I can't worry about this child.
He is not sensible and obedient.
If I leave,
You are his relative.
Be sure to take care of him.
Mom, I made you angry.
I walked willfully with tears in my eyes.
I want to go to the warm sunshine.
I want to go to the fresh grassland.
I want to smooth your painful wrinkles.
I want to dye your bright white hair green.