My mother's broad palm holds up my tender ass,
Giggling, into the mother's warm arms.
Looking for an inch of hope, embracing the possible tomorrow,
My mother was expecting me in the crib,
You can start your first run.
An open calf, stumbling,
Running in the direction of mother,
There was a crisp sound in my throat,
Mother squatted there, smiling.
When I was about to fall, my mother rushed forward and hugged me, giving me a surprise hug.
Grow up and follow in your mother's footsteps,
Knead the dough, and the flour sticks to the whole small hand;
Standing on a stool to wash dishes, fragrant bubbles filled the whole pool;
Chasing chickens, driving ducks, jumping grasshoppers, playing hide-and-seek, jumping squares and swinging,
Mother's sweet laughter always comes from behind.
Sad childhood
Angels hover on a ladder made of wire,
Unfortunately, I can only hold the materials in my hand and watch the angels dance strictly in the hands of my classmates;
On the opening day of the music festival, I watched my friends dance, play the piano and sing.
I dream that one day I can dance very well.
The teacher's indifference cut my eyes like a knife.
Once regarded as a thief, he was isolated by the collective;
Once framed for cheating, I received a lot of dirty eyes;
In fact, they don't understand that this is a child's disease.
I used to wear rags, but in fact they don't understand how poor my family is;
In fact, they don't know all the bad habits. It was my fault, but no one pointed it out to forgive them.
The grass is green in my heart, the sun is red in my face, the wind is slowly blowing my hair, and the cold rain is shedding my tears.
Add beauty to fate's wedding dress, sell your soul to the god of sorrow, and bury your thoughts in the frozen water.
Sing a song and tell yourself not to be sad;
Sing a poem and tell yourself that romance is still there;
Blow a Qu Di and tell yourself that life is still there!
Tragic youth
Spring came, and I became the seed of winter, and finally sprouted.
The road is long, and the heart is long. I am chasing, chasing the friendship of dreams, chasing the power of running, chasing the brilliance of spring, chasing the fiery summer, chasing the golden autumn, chasing the snowflakes flying in winter.
Hide the pain and start a love race with fate. Running across the grassland, I stepped on my brother, and the cool wind almost suffocated me; Running across the mountain, I was sweating profusely, and the fresh oxygen made me see its shadow in my dream. Running across the river, drinking a sweet spring, restless body and mind as sweet as appetite; I ran through the forest, but I saw lush leaves and blooming flowers. It's a pity that I can't describe my joy with any poem.
Sweetness, like sugar, melts quickly. The scenery of the four seasons is changeable, and I can't cope with it. In the four seasons on campus, I felt the warmth of human feelings and the mood of the four seasons, but fate played a game and reversed the season of my life. It is raining cats and dogs in spring; There is no sunshine in summer; A fog in autumn; You can't see the red plum cedar in winter.
I was running. When did I stop? Sigh, sigh, helpless, helpless? !
◎ Sleeping Winter Festival
I lie alone in the sad winter. One meter of sunlight scratched my face through the cracks in the trees. My eyes narrowed into a crack, my heart was at a loss and my blood dried up.
I was thinking, who is it? Who can have the strength to wake me up gently after a long winter's sleep?
I looked at the light from a distance and felt it quietly with my vision. That beam of light, kind and gentle, flows with deep love; That beam of light has a familiar smell, which is the fragrant sweat of mother; That light, sweet, crisp and soft bouquet is the smell of cookies made by my mother; The beam of light, lingering sound and wonderful timbre are the flavor of Moonlight Song that my mother often sings. ......
A person's heart is so lonely; The hearts of two people are so warm. It turned out that I never realized that there was someone who was always by my side, spending every spring, summer, autumn and winter with me, knowing my warmth and coldness, following my heart, solving my knot and giving me strength.
This is not something that ordinary people can do, this is not something that bloodless family can infect, and this is not something that ordinary mothers can bear.
Learn to run by yourself
The long winter can't stop me from moving forward. The strength of life lies not in how much you have, how many times you have fallen, and how many times you have failed, but in whether you have a clear and firm dream, whether you are content, and whether you use your wisdom to strike a balance between fatigue and relaxation.
The long winter can't stop me from moving forward. Only after suffering and long-term incubation can a person grow into a butterfly that breaks out of its cocoon, spread its beautiful wings, wander between heaven and earth, and gain beautiful aura.
The long winter can't stop me from moving forward. My mother's concern will always be my motivation to run. Don't forget your kindness, you can get rest and comfort from the heart.
Learn to run by yourself. What kind of pain is this?
Learn to run by yourself and shout loudly, this is just the price of growing up! Learn a lesson and start again, and one day you will meet a better tomorrow.