The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hides in its nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms.
Creator jujube
If in eternal life,
There is only one blissful promise,
I want to sincerely beg:
"I'm in my mother's arms,
Mom's on the boat,
Mom!
Put aside your troubles,
Let me fall into your arms,
Only you are the destination of my soul.
Little flower,
I want to look up, too,
Thank you for your love of dates in spring.
However, deep goodwill,
This finally silenced her.
Mom!
Were you that spring?
Earth, my mother
Author: Guo Moruo
Earth, my mother!
It's dawn,
You shake the baby in your arms,
I'm crawling on your back now.
Earth, my mother!
I took me with me in this paradise.
You're still in the sea,
Play some music to comfort my soul.
Earth, my mother!
My past, present and future,
You eat, you wear, you live,
How can I repay your kindness?
Earth, my mother!
From now on, I don't want to live at home often.
I will always be outdoors,
To you, show my filial piety.
Earth, my mother!
What I envy is your dutiful son,
The farmers in that field,
They are the nannies of all mankind,
You always take care of them.
Earth, my mother!
What I envy is your dutiful son,
Workers in charcoal pits,
They are Prometheus of all mankind,
You always hold them.
Earth, my mother!
I think besides farmers and workers,
Everyone is the black sheep and grandson,
I am your black sheep, too.
Earth, my mother!
I envy all plants,
My compatriots, your descendants,
They are free and autonomous,
Together with the land, healthily,
Enjoy their lives.
Earth, my mother!
I envy all animals,
Especially earthworms—
I just don't envy the birds in the sky;
They want to fly in the air without you.
Earth, my mother!
I hate flying in the air,
I don't want to ride, ride, wear socks and shoes,
I just want to be barefoot,
Blind date with you forever.
Earth, my mother!
You are my real witness,
I don't believe you're just a dream,
I don't believe it. I'm just a fool.
Earth, my mother!
We're all making things out of nothing, Yi Yin,
I don't believe in the empty sky,
What kind of father?
Earth, my mother!
I think everything in the universe,
Are all your incarnations:
Thunder is the sound of your breathing,
Snow rain is the soaring of your blood.
Earth, my mother!
I think that ethereal celestial sphere,
This is just a mirror of your makeup.
The sun during the day and the moon at night,
Just my own shadow in the mirror.
Earth, my mother!
I think all the planets in the sky that day,
It is just a virtual shadow of our biological eyeball;
I only believe that you are proof of sex.
Earth, my mother!
In the past, I was just a baby without knowledge.
All I know is that I long for your deep gratitude,
I don't know your kindness or how to repay you.
Earth, my mother!
From now on, I know your kindness,
I drank a glass of water,
I know this is your milk, my soup of life.
Earth, my mother!
I listened to all the voices and smiled.
I know that's your song,
Comfort my soul.
Earth, my mother!
Everything in front of me floats vividly,
I know that's your dance,
Comfort my soul.
Earth, my mother!
I feel the fragrance and color of everything,
I know this is a gift from you,
Comfort my soul.
Earth, my mother!
My soul is your soul,
I want to strengthen my soul,
Repay your kindness.
Earth, my mother!
From now on, I will repay your kindness.
I know you love me and you have to work for me.
I will learn to work like you and never stop!
Earth, my mother!
From now on, I will repay your kindness.
I want to bring my own blood.
Raising myself and my brothers and sisters.
Earth, my mother!
The sun in the sky-your reflection in the mirror,
Shining in the sky,
From now on, I will also take good care of my inner light.
Dayanhe, my nanny Ai Qing.
Dayanhe is my nanny.
Her name is the name of the village where she was born
She is a child bride,
Dayanhe is my nanny.
I am the son of the landlord;
I also grew up eating milk from Dayan River.
Son of Dayanhe.
Dayan and I raised a family by raising me.
I grew up on your milk,
Dayanhe, my nanny.
Along the river, I saw snow today, which reminds me of you:
Your grave is covered with snow,
Your closed former residence, the dead Wafi on the roof,
The ten-square-foot garden you pawned,
The mossy stone chair in front of your door,
Along the river, I saw the snow today, which reminds me of you.
You hold me in your arms with your big palm and touch me;
After you set up the stove,
After you took the charcoal ash off your apron,
When you taste the cooked rice,
After you put the black sauce bowl on the black table,
After you mended your son's clothes cut by thorns on the hillside,
When you have bandaged the child's hand cut by the firewood knife,
After you strangled the lice on your husband's shirt one by one,
After you picked up your first egg today,
You hold me in your arms with your big palm and touch me.
I am the landlord's son,
After I ate all your milk in Dayan River,
I was taken home by my parents.
Ah, Dayanhe, why are you crying?
I'm a new guest at my parents' house!
I touched the furniture carved with red paint,
I touched the gold pattern on my parents' bed,
I looked blankly at the plaque on the eaves that I didn't know, "Family Fun".
I touched the silk and shell buttons of my new dress.
I looked at my mother's strange sister,
I sat on a kang stool with a brazier painted on it.
I ate milled rice three times,
However, I am so embarrassed! Because I
I became a new guest in my parents' house.
Dayan River, for living,
After she drank all the milk,
She began to work with her arms hugging me;
She washed our clothes with a smile.
With a smile on her face, she went to the frozen pond near the village with a vegetable basket.
She smiled and cut the radish with ice.
With a smile on her face, she took out the spent grains eaten by pigs with her hands.
She smiled and fanned the fire in the saucepan.
She went to the square with a smile.
Sun those soybeans and wheat,
Dayan River, for living,
After she used up all the lotion,
She just holds my arm and works.
Wild goose river, deeply in love with her baby;
During the Chinese New Year, I was busy cutting him the candy of that winter rice.
For him, he often goes to his home near her village quietly.
For him, go up to her and call "Mom".
Dayan River painted his bright red and green Guan Yunchang.
Stick it on the wall next to the stove,
Dayanhe will boast and praise his breasts to his neighbors;
Dayan and once had a dream that can't be told:
In the dream, she ate her child's wedding wine,
Sitting in the magnificent celebration hall,
Her beautiful daughter-in-law affectionately calls her "mother-in-law"
…………
Dayanhe loves her baby deeply!
Dayan and died before her dream woke up.
When she died, her breasts were not with her,
When she died, her husband, who usually beat and scolded her, also shed tears for her.
Five sons, all crying sadly,
When she died, she whispered the name of her child.
Dayanhe, dead,
When she died, her breasts were not with her.
Dayanhe, tears streaming down her face!
With the bullying of human life for more than forty years,
The misery of countless slaves,
With a four-dollar coffin and some straws,
There are only a few feet of land to bury the coffin,
With the ashes of a handful of paper money,
Wild goose river, she went away in tears.
This is big research and don't know:
Her drunken husband died,
The eldest son became a bandit,
The second one died in the smoke of gunfire,
Third, fourth and fifth times
Live in the scolding of the host and landlord.
And I, I'm writing a spell for this unfair world.
When I returned to my native land after a long wandering,
On the hillside, in the fields,
When the two brothers met, they were closer than they were six or seven years ago!
This, this is for you, quietly sleeping Dayan River.
What you don't know!
Dayan River! Today, your child is in prison,
Write a hymn for you,
Give you the purple soul under the loess,
Reach out to you and hug my hand,
To kiss my lips,
What is presented to you is a muddy and gentle face.
It's for you, because you lifted my breasts,
To your sons, my brothers,
To everything on earth,
My big weir nanny and their son,
Dedicated to Da Yanhe who loves me as his own son.
Dayan River,
I grew up eating your milk.
Your son,
I respect you.
Love You!
1933 1 month 14, snow dynasty
Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hid in his nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms.
Source: Bing Xin Xing
Mom!
You are a lotus leaf, and I am a red lotus.
The raindrops in my heart are coming,
Except for you,
Who is the shadow under my naked sky?
Source: Bing Xin's "Past Seven"
Mom, my dear mom.
You treat me like an adult,
You set me free.
If you compare me to an eagle,
You are that brave female eagle,
Nest on the cliff,
I also see your vigorous posture from time to time.
If you compare me to a kangaroo,
You are the elegant female kangaroo,
Thank you for sheltering me from the wind and rain,
The pace of jumping shows more bitterness.
Motherly love, you are everywhere,
I can't figure it out either,
Feel maternal love,
Give maternal love,
Happiness is everywhere.
Great maternal love
-thoughts on reading "please remember my mother's birthday"
There are many articles praising the greatness of maternal love, and many people know it. I read an article "Please remember my mother's birthday" in Reader today. I was really touched after reading it, and I was deeply impressed by the spirit.
The article tells a true story: Zhang Haitao, a 35-year-old from Bian Cheng Village, Pingdingshan City, Henan Province, suffers from chordoma, and his condition has been deteriorating. Finally, chordoma is only 2 mm away from the brain stem, and no surgery can be performed. In order to treat him, the elderly mother borrowed from the east and the west. She is extremely tired and in poor health. Zhang Haitao smiled when he learned that his illness was hopeless. Maybe this is a relief! Later, he told reporters weakly that he was hopeless and hoped to donate his cornea to help others. He also hopes that the donor will remember his mother's birthday and wish her well on this day. ...
What a touching thing it is! Don't forget your old mother before you die! How valuable this filial piety and love for mother are!
Mother's love is as broad as the blue sky-selfless.
Mother's love is as great as a mountain.
Motherly love is as calm as a lake. ...
Pregnant in October, my mother put up with hardships; Teaching to be a man, mother is single-minded.
Take care of us, mother is meticulous; Protecting us, my mother's courage doubled. ...
Ah! Motherly love, greatness, purity, selflessness and kindness. ...
I remember a poem about maternal love, which is vivid and touching:
Motherly love, not picky about looks.
Motherly love, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Motherly love is noble and great.
Motherly love, infinite loyalty
Whether you are peaceful or uneasy.
Whether you fail or succeed.
Motherly love is everywhere.
She, accompany you through life.
It was she who released the dragons and phoenixes on earth.
It's her, Changhong, who made the day.
……
This song "Holy Motherly Love" summarizes the greatness of maternal love, which has benefited me a lot.
Motherly love, no matter what you do, she is by your side, and when she is happy, she is happy; When she is sad, she is sad; She was very happy when she succeeded. ...