Bing Xin's poem praising his mother.

Bing Xin's poem praising his mother is as follows:

Mom?

Mom!

The wind and rain in the sky are coming,

The bird hides in its nest; ?

The storm in my heart is coming.

I only hide in your arms. ?

Mother five-leaf tree

I got deeper and deeper. The world?

One world.

The pentaphyllum is full of poems.

mother

I am your forced mature child.

The child is wearing a faint tsing yi.

I am a handful of dirt, and you love every aspect of it.

Tonight you sit under the eaves of the country.

Gently wash one of the five leaves on your finger.

An autumn leaf

Dream cave

Mother and son are watching you by the river thousands of miles away.

Don't tell me where life takes place.

Something pierced my river.

Tears of reproduction!

There are many stars tonight.

ripple

Nocturne melodious

Mother's fingers are covered with the sanctity of youth.

The pentaphyllum is full of poems as heavy as autumn.

Her son stood on trembling hair.

Don't get excited because the flute blows out of my mouth. ...

Your life touched my dream of walking with you.

Every autumn, I shoot a horse under the tree.

Every autumn

I am under the tree.

Beat a horse

Miss my parents.

Parents died, and there was no response.

The children wept bitterly.

For a moment, I felt very quiet in the room.

No shoulders, heavy waist, back bow.

Every watershed in the journey,

Stay up all night for several winters.

Spiritual wealth inherits tradition,

Diligent housekeeping leads to good health.

Parental love

Parents' affection is the sun in winter, which warms the whole world;

Parents' affection is the summer breeze, which cools every corner;

Parents' affection is a torch in the dark, illuminating every road.

There are too many feelings in the world,

But only the love of parents,

It is the most drunken warmth in the world.

It is not as good as love, giving you dreams and romance;

Friendship is not as good as friendship, which makes you open and unpretentious;

It's not the teacher's situation that keeps you away;

Just ordinary in ordinary, ordinary in ordinary, plain in plain.

But it's the first of all senses,

It is so common that people often ignore it.

It is so common that people often forget it.

Too dull to see or touch,

But it's always around you,

Accompany you every day.

It is deeper than friendship,

More real than love,

It is the crystallization of all feelings,

It will always be the most dazzling lighthouse of mankind.

Ten kneeling parents' grace

Kneel and beg your parents. Yes

Hard work will give birth to children in October.

The grace of two kneeling parents

Yaya learns English in early spring.

Three kneeling parents' grace

Take me to school with the window root.

Four kneeling parents' grace

I'm lying in a hospital bed, and you're worried

Five kneeling parents' grace

Learn late, but don't call your son back.

Six kneeling parents' grace

I traveled a long way to study, but you lit the lamp at night.

Seven kneeling parents' grace

It's hard for you to leave your boudoir and get married.

Eight kneeling parents' grace

When you get home, you put down your local products and leave in a hurry.

Nine kneeling parents' grace

I don't know how much maternal love is until I have children.

Ten kneeling parents' grace

Now children and grandchildren are all alone.