Your pale fingertips touch my temple,
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt.
Ah, mom,
In order to keep your aging figure,
Although the morning light cuts dreams into smoke,
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf,
Afraid that cleaning will make it
Lose your unique warmth.
Ah, mom,
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid my memory will disappear,
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried out to you for a thorn,
Now that I'm wearing a police uniform, I dare not,
I dare not moan.
Ah, mom,
I often look up at your photos sadly,
Even if the call can penetrate the loess,
How dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the gift of love like this,
Although I have written many songs,
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom,
My sweet, soft and deep memory,
Not rapids, not waterfalls,
It is an ancient well that can't sing among flowers and trees.
"Mother and I" Rivers
Mom often sits at the window recently.
How many times do you have to clean the glass a day?
The begonia outside is green and cherry red.
All her children are gone.
When she said she was pregnant with me,
How many times a day should I flatten my bulging clothes?
The knitted little clothes are neatly folded.
Thought I was coming.
She can't see me. Do you think I curled up and slept well?
The cluster of trees in front of the window is now
Weave her thoughts into the shaking leaves
She often paints the glass green.
I think I'll pull over.
May I have a good sleep before I come.
She made so many clothes and washed so many clothes for me.
I still keep the wool ball in my heart, waiting for today.
She always wants to see me, but can't see me.
Think about me and worry about me.
I'm afraid the world is beautiful.
Can you let me dance and cry again?
Mother's Day Poetry
I really want to buy a bunch of flowers.
For mother.
But it's too far.
My mother is not with me.
Only phone calls and text messages brought blessings to my mother.
It's dark now. ...
The road I have traveled, I just want my mother.
Step by step.
Missing stays in this gentle rainy night.
A busy day's work
Tired
But when I think of a person's "mother"
Cheer up a little.
I swear that I will return to my mother's city on this day next year.
Send a beautiful Connors to my mother.
I won't walk through that strange street at night.
Watching others buy flowers, I stood in a daze.
Ha ha laugh. What beautiful flowers.
I miss my mother.
Happy holidays to mothers all over the world. ...
This is the wish of children all over the world. ....
Life is like walking on a stormy road.
Mother is at the front.
Send some umbrellas to protect the children from the wind and rain to their mothers.
Mother pushed it to me again,
Ah, the child under the umbrella,
Mom outside the umbrella.
Rain is no longer rain,
It was a tear of happiness that God sent to the world.
Mother's Day Poetry
in your eyes
I am the bud of spring;
in your eyes
I am the red flower in summer;
in your eyes
I'm Shi Shuo from Akita;
in your eyes
I am a warm day in the winter sky;
Ah,
Do you know you are in my eyes?
in my eyes
When I fall, you are my strong armrest.
I babble with gentle lips;
in my eyes
You are fascinated by the bird sky.
A sea of drifting ships;
You are all my praise for life.
You are my whole life.
in your eyes
I have been a baby all my life;
in my eyes
You are an eternal hug. ...
Angel of spring
Mother is like an angel in spring,
Brought a warm spring breeze,
Brought a silky light rain,
Blow into the child's heart,
Understand the needs of children,
This loving angel,
Take care of the children's lives,
Protect the safety of children,
Gave everything,
No matter how bad we are,
Mother, angel,
There is still a lot of data,
Forgive us.
Mother's love is like a piece of candy.
Mother's love,
Like a candy bar,
Pestering and nagging,
Hiding in the curse,
Let me look around,
Before I know it,
Just found it.
A poem for mother
The first volume "Harvest Life"
I fell in love with my mother's face from the day I was born.
one
I stared at the sunset on the slope.
In the twilight, hippos carry the moon.
A new star
It is full of my sadness.
My thoughts are in ink.
Swim loudly
My pen spent the summer on manuscript paper.
Missing is all over my forehead.
Turn the muddy night around
Mother's messy hair
In the drizzle
In the river in my hometown.
I think of my mother's beauty and gentleness.
I think of my mother's smile.
Acacia climbed up my cheek.
I am everyone in the moonlight.
A cheerful river
My dream is on the riverbed of my hometown.
Stay in the hot land together
Mother is in the eyes of rice and wheat
Full of traces of time.
I stare at the years, it is like a sickle.
Waiting for the autumn harvest
I am swaying in the sweet fruit.
My autumn
It belongs to the season of poetry.
two
Every memory of my hometown
Live in my mind
A flock of sparrows flew in.
All the poems related to dreams.
I'm a kid with a slingshot
I suddenly burst into tears.
My eyes
Fly along the rolling mountains
The color overlooking the human dream.
The swallow whispered to me kindly.
I playfully hung upside down on the branch.
From fiddling with the secrets of my palm prints
Those wild vegetables, stones and rabbits
I hold the torch of spring.
Through the night
With the wings of my poetry
Standing on a barren hill
The eagle swooped by.
Ripe grain
I sing at dawn in autumn.
I am in a happy country.
Selflessly sow the longing and passion of childhood.
Wheat field where the soul lives
The language of poetry is silent wheat.
Now, I am calm.
Lying in the eyes of fireflies
My poem
Take me to heaven.
I found it by accident.
A pair of waterfowl wings
Draw a picture of yourself.
blue sky
Walking under willow leaves in May
Harvest moist eyes.
My mind
In a crazy desire
I am an affectionate person.
The story of the river
I saw my father writhing in pain.
That starry night
Father lost the dam.
three
Now, I put my father's smile
And the river that has been silent.
Into my dream of fire.
Turn yellow November
Burning moldy poetry
I saw my mother's thin back.
Tender feelings for father.
Her love for her father.
Buried in the mountains of loyalty
I don't know how to comfort.
I tried to turn the crazy river
Enact laws
A stone engraved with poetry.
Stop fresh body in rainy season.
I walked into the language and into the river.
I am on the shore of the high tide.
Draw a pair of angry eyes
Mother crawled with difficulty.
In the pain of tearing
The years passed slowly on her mottled forehead.
Wet rainy season
Her hard bones and muscles.
Suffer from rheumatism.
I tried to put all the poems
Into distilled medicinal liquor.
All spilled on the wheat fields in May.
Let the flame grow wildly in the wheat field
Let the language be in the mother's blood vessels.
Run fast
Let poetry relieve pain.
four
Because mother can't walk upright.
I lost my memory overnight.
I am like a scalper with a big mouth.
Talking about the fate of grass.
I became a sleepy pig.
Eating day and night.
Lots of food and ideas.
My mother filled my life with tears.
It was planted in my hometown of vilen.
Silent century
Resurrection in my soul
I have always been that stubborn person.
On the land of breathing
I have a fresh breath.
I planted the seeds of poetry in Yuan Ye.
I am looking forward to it.
When poetry grows into a seedling,
A sickly mother
There is food for the winter.
I try to use the words of my soul
Bury oneself
In fact, I have long been captured by poetry.
Father turned into those smooth stones.
Open a bunch of strong eyes
In the soft moonlight
Filled with a bunch of fruit
Over a high mountain peak
Father's figure in the biting wind.
Gradually become the fossil of poetry.
My soul shines in his spirit.
I walked all night.
Struggling through their tough auras.
Put stars and flames
Hold your head high.
My dry eyes
Be shot with a long arrow
Finally, my soul
Back to the middle of the river
five
I spread out a piece of manuscript paper
Faded handwritten paper
most of the time
I was naive when I was a child.
Full of freedom and life
Perhaps, only the butterfly in fantasy.
Dancing in every corner of April.
I despise butterfly's attentions.
Don't accept her gentle caress.
I hold high the inspiration of the flame in one hand.
While the other hand is clinging to cheap ideas.
I walked through vilen, where memories spread.
I am sitting under an old pagoda tree to enjoy the cool.
A person fascinated by poetry.
I'm in the mouth of those glib women
I was accidentally bitten into one.
Sexy soybean
In the wet May
I will be in the name of poetry.
Build a beautiful home with language.
I'm used to talking to shadows.
The attitude of the independent coast
I imagine a flying fish.
I am eager to have a flying mood.
I sit opposite the river.
No language is needed.
Breathe with undulating eyes
At this time, those childhood days are like rivers.
Those transparent rivers
In a beautiful porcelain cup.
Do free stretching exercises.
Then, I remembered my mother's delicate porcelain face.
six
Nowadays, there is too much indulgence in my mind.
I miss my mother.
It has also become a bubble and a language fragment.
All the memories of my hometown
It also became a ditch.
I have to force and think on the road.
Turn the tide of love
Drink silence with the mountains.
Late at night, I was reading an unfinished poem.
Experience a kind of happiness called affection.
My mind has read the true meaning of life.
My wish to plant in the ground
Plant yellow fruits at the right time.
My soul is in the fruit.
Another spring, a breeze blew.
Between soil and seeds
I walk freely.
The sky is my longing expression.
I run in every stream.
Listen with life.
The topic of every river
I walked across the river with nursery rhymes.
With many bright red dreams
Like a blooming flower.
I sang an open-air movie.
With the curtain of the season
Crawling in the shade like a mouse.
Like sesame seeds under the starlight
My waist is less than 14 inch.
Childhood nights are like bright dewdrops.
Dip in my blue skirt
I hid in the new leaves.
Weave a season of flowers
My memory, now put all the emotions.
Embrace insects in autumn
Sleep in winter
Transparent liquid condenses in a smile.
The wind is blowing in my ears.
I can hear the petals open.
I attached a note that I miss.
I have calluses on my palms.
Uncover the secrets of life
My green style
Full of acacia and the first greetings of spring.
Three in the morning
Unable to measure.
The length of life.
Therefore,
More eager
Sober days,
Thank god for waking up.
At three o'clock in the morning
Let my mind
More nervous
At this moment,
Missing and missing
Connection;
Love and the wave of love
Convergence.
The rock carved the image of my mother in my heart.
Smile with tears!
Shh!
Wind,
Keep your voice down
Don't bother,
The soul of me and my mother.
dream
Hmm.
To mother.
one
In my life,
I haven't bathed many times,
Gave it to us,
A pure heart.
In my life,
I haven't bought a few bottles of cream,
Gave it to us,
A wonderful life.
In my life,
I haven't eaten many delicious meals,
Gave it to us,
Sweet love.
two
Father is a drifting boat,
Salvage the distant coastline.
Mother became father,
Holding the child's childhood in one hand,
Grasp the burden of life in one hand.
The wind of the years,
Skim your hand,
Mother's hand cracked into jujube skin;
The wind of the years,
Slide over your forehead,
Mother's forehead has become the backbone of farming;
The wind of the years,
Run through your heart,
Mother's heart condenses into a cangue cake of love;
The wind of the years,
Climb over the grave,
Mother's grave is located in a palace of missing.
Three heavy rains
If tears,
Is another expression of rain,
How much rain has fallen in Mao Mao,
Don't even think about it.
Three heavy rains in life,
It's all about one person.
Mom!
When you cut my umbilical cord,
I protested against the first rain,
Don't be separated from your body!
Mom!
That's when you weaned me,
I protested with the second heavy rain in my life,
Do not cut off the sweetness of my attachment!
Mom!
That's when you broke my maternal love,
Billions of years of rain,
All fall from the universe!
Since then,
The coast is far away,
The dock is empty.
When I want to see you,
Dreams must be round,
There is no date to return Zhu Yuan.
All is you
Mom left,
Without a word.
I always wanted to ask,
Are you homesick?
So,
It's you who look at the flowers:
Does it hurt?
Close your eyes if it hurts!
Look at the cloud, it's you:
Are you tired of floating?
Take a rest when you are tired!
Look, that old man is you:
When greeting her,
It's turned around,
Don't say a word.
Words of comfort.
God, please give me a holiday.
Never asked you for anything,
Maybe I've asked a lot.
There is only one life in the afterlife,
When mother appeared,
God, please give me a holiday—
I can't bear to see this world tragedy!
You brought us together,
Thought it was forever,
Always.
mother love
Free to splurge!
When I realized,
She left.
What will I get in return,
What do I love most? What do I love most? !
God, don't always
Silence,
Give me a pass,
Let me visit my mother once,
Only once,
I'll put everything I have,
pay
give
You!