1. Home, sit deep in my wounds
If you have a mother, you have a home and a place to look forward to
My heart is always broken when I miss my mother A scar. Home always keeps my wounds deep
Tonight, with the sound of rain and tears, that is the voice of a son calling for his mother
Mother, have you heard it?
< p> My old mother, how did you fill up the dry well at the door, which is where your son looks at you every day?My old mother, how did you hang up the old locust tree outside the fence? The red lantern that was burning has been taken off. Those are the eyes that look at you every night.
I miss you so much that I sit there late at night
I miss home and my home makes me miss you. The wound is deep
Who is uncovering the blue tiles on the roof of my hometown? It's like opening a scar in my heart
Looking at my pain hidden in the wound
Looking at my roots, the roots of life and death, extending in my hometown
2. Firewood is burning my mother’s bones
The firewood in my mother’s arms was the first to bring out the first ray of morning light in Shandong.
Finally, it burned down the setting sun in the Western Mountains. The firewood burning in the mouth of the pass is also the firewood burning in my mother's hand
A handful of firewood can make the stove mouth burst into bloodshot coughs
A grain of fire can also burn the stove. The dim years have burned into red fire
But the tongue of fire, stretched out so long, cannot lick the dust hidden in the wrinkles of my mother
And the days buried in the soil, It was licked clean and neatly
When the firewood burned, it really looked like the red silk that a mother danced in a yangko dance
It was firmly tied to the waist of the years, look at it When it is burning, it becomes prosperous
And mother, that rosy face
is becoming more and more gray due to the smoke
It is getting more and more gray due to the firewood. I lost weight
I suddenly felt that the handfuls of firewood
were actually burning in my mother’s heart, burning my mother’s old bones... …
3. Mom, I’m coming to the city.
Mom, it’s a rare trip to the city.
She was reluctant to give up her work, and the pigs and chickens that accompanied her day and night
Now, I smelled the fragrance of vegetables at the door, and I I knew my mother was here
But my mother left again.
I just put a basket of vegetables and a gourd of white-skinned eggs at the door, and left without leaving a word
My mother is gone...
But I can see that the dew falling on the vegetable leaves is a warning to never do it again
I can also touch that there is still mother on the white eggs, which is warm.
My mother never travels far and rarely comes to the county town. Even when she comes, she only takes a look at her grandson and then leaves.
No matter how I try to persuade her to stay, she will never let go of her tiredness. Body
After staying for one night, I had to force some money to my mother
When I came back, I found that the money was stuffed under the door...
I felt so ashamed in my heart, so ashamed of my mother...
Ashamed of my mother’s visit to the county town and not even a bite of food
Ashamed of my son, even this Even a little bit of filial piety can't be fulfilled
I feel so ashamed that I can't save my life in these years
Save my mother for me...
4. Mother, let me hold you Hug you
The mother standing in the cold wind is tied so tightly by the rope of the wind,
Like a withered and skinny grass, when the wind blows
Bend your waist at a 45-degree angle.
My mother was tied up in the corner of her life by the wind, her shrunken body
She was stooped and leaning forward, her waist replaced the fullness of her chest
When I saw my mother with gray hair in the cold wind
I suddenly felt sour, trembling, and my legs became weak.
I staggered towards my mother, wanting to kneel before her. In front of me, I hugged my mother...
In the past, my mother would hold me, kiss me, let me bite her nipples and suck her milk.
Mother... Where did your breast filled with the spring breeze go?
Where did the sweet blessing of my childhood and the place where I fed my children grow up?
Now, my mother’s breasts are shriveled up and her chest is deeply sunken. Mother
I want you to hug you tightly and want to bite you deeply. , your shriveled breasts
I know that I can no longer suck any milk, but I still want to
Suck your breasts again, I want you
< p> The pain of happiness again...5. Mom, when the sky is cloudy, I miss you
No matter how cloudy the sky is, there will be a time when the sun will clear up
< p>But my heart is empty, but it is always cloudyWhen the sky is cloudy, it rains in my heart, mother, I am thinking of you
Thinking about my early years Does your lower back still hurt when it’s cloudy?
Thinking about it, will the tiles I replaced in the old house the year before last still leak when it rains?
Thinking about it, the sky will Why haven't you come back when it's cloudy? You went to hay the pigs.
Thinking about it, it's raining again. Why haven't you come back when you're busy working in the fields...
I miss you, at the entrance of the village. The blue moon in my mouth must have been wet by my rain
There must be a thin shadow whipping the moonlight, calling for me again and again, calling mother, calling My troubled and sad hometown
After all these years, all the wind and rain have disappeared in the sound of my call
Only this drop of rain fell in my mother's heart< /p>
Mother, when I think of you, my tears always sparkle with pride and sadness
Just because of a kind of gratitude, I have been outside and wandering to this day
6 ·This shadow
Who borrowed all the money from the moon?
Only this dark shadow is left, floating on the window lattice of my hometown
It has always been on my mother’s heart
Mom, please make enough for me to go to school. A little tuition, a broken mouth, and a broken leg running.
The moonlight has been polished over and over again by my mother, but it still does not shine.
There is always a shadow.
The dark-looking dog always squats on the sound of my mother’s footsteps and pounces on my mother’s trousers from time to time.
There are more dog tails following my mother in the dark night,
biting my mother’s footsteps to pieces and licking the blood in her footprints
I have lost all my money, and I have bitten the traces of my poor life with the tuition money my mother borrowed...
My mother, all she has left is these old bones, she is still so thin,
But Not soft, still so tough.
When I received the tuition fee from my mother, it was like receiving a dark shadow,
pressing on my sad heart.
7. I want my mother to patch up a patch in my heart.
Mom, my son has been wandering outside for so many years, and his heart is bound to be broken.