wind
Wind,
No matter how big it is, it is not terrible.
The scary thing is,
The wind blows,
Everything has changed,
You haven't changed.
moon
The moon in the sky is round and shining like a jade plate in the sea.
A group of fish swam over and the jade plate broke into two or three pieces.
The fish ran away in fear until they reached the rock.
Looking back, the moon is still round.
Little fairy tale
On the south side of the cloud, in that distant place,
A group of leaves said: We should bloom like flowers.
A group of flowers said: We want to fly like birds.
A group of peacocks said: We should grow like trees.
Mom is a big tree.
Mom is a big tree, and I am a bird in it.
Every day, by my mother's side, I am happy to jump.
When it is hot, my mother gives me cool air, and the green leaves shake hypnotic songs;
It's cold, my mother holds me tightly, and snowflakes write spring songs.
Ah, mom, no matter where you fly in the future,
I will never forget the hint of this green forest.
Mother is fertile soil, I am a seedling,
Fertile soil nourishes me and makes me grow taller every day.
Mother's love makes my life full of green,
Give me a field of life, a mature smile.
Ah, mom, I'm like an ear of wheat,
With a heavy salute, thank you for your contribution to parenting.
Mother is a blue harbor, and I am a sail far away from the harbor.
You paved the way for me with your blessings and expectations.
I know there will be rapids, reefs and storms ahead.
My mother's harbor will hold me in my arms at any time.
Ah, mom, no matter what kind of storm there is,
I am determined to achieve my goal and will never waver.
homesickness
When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp.
I'm here and my mother is there.
When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket.
I'm here and the bride is there.
Later, homesickness became a temporary grave.
I'm outside and my mother is inside.
Now, homesickness is a shallow strait.
I am here and the mainland is there.