If I were a lonely boat,
Mother, like a bright light in Wang Yang, stands quietly.
If I were a flower bud,
Mother is like the rain and dew in the morning, silently moistening.
If I were a fish,
Mother is like a stream in a mountain stream, quietly feeding me.
If I were a kite,
Mother is like a long line in the wind and rain, gently pulling.
If I were a bamboo shoot in spring,
Mother is like the beautiful sunshine in early spring, shining warmly.
If I were a seedling,
Mother, like fertile soil in the field, is deeply cultivated.
That bird
Dedicated to mother
The bird hovered in the air.
You know, she doesn't know what danger is, but
She knows what hunger means.
Fate said to her that day, "You must listen to me in the future!" " "
She didn't ask why she didn't know what fate was.
The bird hovered in the air.
It seems that she can only do this. Only she knows the reason.
She has never crossed this mountain before.
Because she didn't know the point of going there before.
Now she knows.
Is there a bay of thirsty water over there?
Oh, she doesn't know. She doesn't know what hope is.
All she knows is that there are imaginary possibilities over there
The bird stops in a tree over there.
Suddenly a leaf fell heavily on her.
She shook it hard and walked back in her own direction.
That leap became eternity.
At this point, the memory has already become a memory.
The bird hovered in midair.
draw/pump water
She is drawing water.
Two old wooden barrels
pat
Plump buttocks
Distant light
Can't shine
oneself
senile
She is my mother.
Severe arthritis
Order her
Can only stand
Every day is like this
draw water from a well
Nourish me
Sinomenium in vivo
If there ever comes a day when
She stopped.
It must be because of me.
Go far away. ...