A wreath dedicated to mother by excellent students' poems.

My first voice to the world is crying.

It brings happiness and sadness to mother.

Although her life has been extended because of me

The hard road is getting longer and longer.

My mother looks at me and stares at me every day.

It seems that every moment, I am growing.

How many smiles are there in her brow?

I talk nonsense all day, as if I were talking.

Mother often twitches when she sleeps.

I dreamed that my son was suddenly taken away.

When I woke up, I saw my son still smiling.

She'll be so happy that she can't stop crying.

I suddenly felt a warmth on my cheeks.

Mom gave me her plump nipples.

I sucked the first bite of my life.

I feel that this is a sentient world.

I opened my eyes, and it was my mother's smiling face.

I fell asleep, and there was a bright moon.

I have put my mother's warm heart

As my refuge from the ups and downs.

No matter how decadent the outside world is.

Mother is always surrounded by warm spring.

Mother's shoulders are covered with snowflakes.

Mother's heart also frosted.

A person supports a difficult home.

The more in the face of suffering, the stronger she is.

I saw her working all her life.

I learned to taste life.

My first voice to the world is crying.

Mom gave me her plump nipples.

I sucked the first bite of my life.

I learned to taste life.

Life is not always sweet.

Crying doesn't mean just asking for it.

With mother's milk, with my tears

Announce the beginning of real life

It is my mother who likes silence all her life.

Inject endless nutrients into my mind

Her selfless AIDS raised my soul.

I want to show my smile to the world.

Mother left and went to the embrace of the earth.

I know my mother is with this land.

A wreath dedicated to mother by excellent students' poems.