Poetry that embodies the sincere feelings of mother and son! ! !

Love is like the tide.

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. ...