I squatted down.
Humility and perseverance
Cool night wind
There is gold everywhere.
The clock in the church
Ding ding dong dong
So there is
Crows fly around to play.
fly round and round
It was morning.
Autumn flies.
I'm just with my parents.
Sing a hymn
Say goodbye to you in tears
I pull up your clothes.
I want you to stay.
You took it from the chimney of the cabin
escape
I climbed onto the roof.
Grab your white beard
It leans slightly.
I can only look at your back
A numbness.
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There was a hot, hot night,
I woke up from a dream,
Mom is giving me a fan,
Sweat soaked her clothes.
Ah! Motherly love is a cool wind.
It was a cold rainy day,
Mom picked me up from school,
An umbrella covered my head,
The rain hit my mother.
Ah, maternal love is an umbrella to keep out the rain.
Once I got sick,
My mother took me to the hospital.
Touching my hot forehead,
Mother cried anxiously.
Ah, maternal love is a tear.
One day, I broke the thermos,
Lying to mom again,
My mother's criticism made me blush,
I dare not look up into her eyes.
Ah, maternal love is a reproachful look.
Once the teacher asked to use the word "most" to make a sentence.
I said, "I love my mother the most."
My mother told me, "What we should love most is our motherland.
The motherland is the mother of all of us. "
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I just want to write a poem for you.
But I wrote it many times.
I haven't written it yet
Mom, I wrote this poem for you.
I don't know how to start.
I don't know how to end it.
I don't know what to write.
It's like slapping you hard when you were a child.
I don't know whether to accept it bravely.
Or should I choose to escape?
Mom, I thought of you again tonight.
I decided to write a poem for you.
Even if it's not well written
Even if you are far from home.
Never read ...
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.
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When I entered the rainy season,
Mom just passed by.
Give half of the umbrella for the child to shelter from the wind and rain to the mother.
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.