Paper Boat - Bing Xin
I never abandon a piece of paper,
I always keep it - keep it,
folded into small boats,
thrown from the boats into the sea.
Some were blown into the windows of the boat by the wind,
Some were wetted by the waves and stuck to the bow of the boat.
I still keep folding them every day without getting discouraged,
I always hope that one of them will flow to where I want him to go.
Mother, if you see a very small boat in your dream,
Don’t be surprised that it fell into the dream for no reason,
This is your beloved daughter With tears in her eyes,
Thousands of rivers and mountains, begging him to carry her love and sorrow back home.
Showing old clothes----(Qing Dynasty) Zhou Shouchang
The thirty-year-old silk robe is still in existence, although the collar is torn but still warm.
The heavy sewing cannot be removed lightly, and there are traces of the old thread of a loving mother
■Poem written to my mother
Author: Bing Xin
Mother, I have wanted to write a poem for you for a long time
But I have written it many times
I still haven’t finished it
Mother , this poem written for you
I don’t know how to begin
I don’t know how to end
I don’t know what to write
>It’s like facing your harsh slap when I was a child
I don’t know whether I should accept it bravely
or choose to escape
Mother, tonight I Thinking of you again
I decided to write a poem for you
Even if the writing is not good
Even if you are far away in my hometown
Never read...
Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it fell into the dream for no reason.
This is written by your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes,
Thousands of rivers and mountains, begging him to carry her love and sorrow back home.
■Mother
Author: Shu Ting
Your pale fingertips caress my temples
I can’t help but feel like I was a child
Tightly hold on to your skirt
Oh, mother
In order to keep your disappearing figure
Although the morning light has already Cut the dream into wisps of smoke
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time
I still treasure the bright red scarf
For fear of washing it< /p>
Losing your unique warmth
Oh, mother
The passage of time is also ruthless
I am afraid that the memory will fade in the same way
p>
How dare I open its screen so easily
I once cried to you for a thorn
Now that I am wearing a crown of thorns, I dare not
Don't dare to moan
Oh, mother
I often look up at your photo sadly
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep
I dare not display the sacrifices of love like this
Although I have written many songs
For Flowers , to the sea, to the dawn
Oh, mother
My sweet and deep yearning
Not a torrent, not a waterfall
It is a dry well hidden by flowers and trees that cannot sing
■Mother
Author: Love
Mother is as humble as moss,
solemn Like the dawn,
soft as the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River,
hard as a thousand-year-old cold jade,
When I raise my eyes,
she is The bright moon,
when she lowers her head,
is the vast earth.
■Mother's Poems
(1)
Your greatness condenses my flesh and blood
Your greatness shapes my soul
Your life is a voyage of love
You use beautiful annual rings
to compile a calendar that exudes the fragrance of ink
I spend every year in your affection
Playing on your shoulders and knees
(2)
You are a big tree
Spring relies on you to dream
Summer relies on you to prosper
Autumn relies on you to mature.
Winter relies on you to meditate< /p>
Your tall and broad canopy~
The wilderness will never be wild
Mother, you gave me life
You raised me to grow The land
(3)
You are the comfort when I am sad
You are the hope when I am depressed
You are the hope when I am weak Strength
Take shelter from the wind and rain in your little cove
You have broadened my horizons
You are my forever best friend and the driving force of life
< p>(4)You carefully bend over to guard with love and compassion
You show your bright mind to your heart
Your energetic smile is strong
Your boiling blood flows endlessly
(5)
Let me immerse myself in your joy
Let me enjoy your warmth
Let me be intoxicated in your arms
Let me nestle in your arms
(6)
Yuyou There is a faint poetry in the clouds
There is a lingering love in the faint poetry
There is a deep feeling in the lingering love
There is a deep feeling in it There is a strong meaning
(7)
If mother is the rain, then I will be the rainbow after the rain
If mother is the moon, then I will hold the moon. Star
My mother is the root of my growth
I am the ideal fruit of my mother
(8)
I have grown up as my mother’s The black hair is like the leaves on the maple leaves
The frost is dotted with silver light
I deeply kiss the traces of those years j)`
Peng I dedicate my heart to you
(9)
May the fragrant and mellow sweetness linger in your life_
May my laughter be like a silver bell Fill your eyebrows
May all my blessings rub into your heart
A green leaf is full of friendship to its roots
An ode condenses me My love and respect for you"
Let the flowers in your heart bloom like clouds
Let the fragrance accompany you through the long years
■Share old clothes
Author: (Qing Dynasty) Zhou Shouchang
The thirty-year-old silk robe still exists, although the collar is torn but still warm.
It is heavily sewn and cannot be removed lightly, and there are old thread marks on it.
■Mom Clock
Author: Xiaomin
When you come back disappointed,
Children,
No matter how tall you are, your mother’s heart can still surround you.
I would like to be your "Mother Clock" until the day when Zhong Laolian never stops.