Bing Xin's poem, please help us. No more than 30 words. Thank you.

Paper boat-send it to mom

backbone

I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,

Save it forever.-Save it,

Fold into a boat,

Throw it into the sea from the boat.

Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,

Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.

I still fold every day and never give up.

I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.

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

Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.

This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.

Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home.