Bing Xin’s poems about love

Lian’s thoughts

Bing Xin

I

I am a blooming summer lotus

I hope< /p>

Can you see me now

The wind and frost have not yet come to corrode

The autumn rain has not yet dropped

The green season has left again I am gone

I am already tall

Not worried

Nor afraid

Now

It is< /p>

My most beautiful moment

The heavy door is locked

Behind the fragrant smile

Who knows my lotus' thoughts< /p>

You have no chance

Either you come too early

Or

It’s too late

Unknown little flower

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Paper boat, send to mother

Bing Xin

I never abandon a piece of paper,

I always keep it, keep it ,

folded into small boats,

thrown from the boats into the sea.

Some were blown into the windows of the boat by the wind,

Some were wetted by the waves and stuck to the bow of the boat.

I still keep folding them every day without getting discouraged,

I always hope that one of them will flow to where I want him to go.

Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,

Don’t be surprised that it fell into the dream for no reason.

This is written by your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes,

Thousands of rivers and mountains,

asking him to carry her love and sorrow back home.