1, Paper Boat to Mother Bing Xin: I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper and keep it forever. Fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea. Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I am still not discouraged. I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home.
2, "Mother" Bing Xin: Mother! The wind and rain came, and the birds hid in the nest; The storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms.
3. "Poem for Mother" Xi Murong: I put my father's smile and the river that has been silent in my flame dream, and burned the yellow November with that moldy poem. I saw my mother's thin back, her tenderness for her father, and her love for her father buried deep in mountains of loyalty. I don't know how to comfort her. I tried to make laws for crazy rivers and install poetry stones.
I walked into a language and a river. I drew a pair of angry eyes on the shore of the high tide. My mother crawled with difficulty. In the pain of tearing, years crawled along her mottled forehead. In the wet rainy season, her hard bones and muscles were soaked by rheumatism. I tried to turn all the poems into distilled medicinal liquor, and poured them all on the wheat field in May, so that the flames could grow wildly in the wheat field and the language could grow in my mother's body.
4, "From the left side of love to the middle of affection" Yu: Once we were addicted to the joy of love, but forgot the eager expectation behind us, and did not feel that we had accepted long-term nagging and persuasion. When did we discover these deeply? The ending of the story is always doomed without suspense, and those eager eyes soon fall into deep depression. In Cang Sang, when did the image of time become white-haired, and even the voice sounded as good as time? Have we seen my parents clearly? The legendary emotion is a tangled game.
We may be disappointed and sad, and the lovelorn person may be an accident: if we walk from the left side of love to the middle of affection, will we hate the choice at that time, the wayward indifference and rebellion, the mature soul that flashed by, the charitable parents more comfort, and the face that is far away from memory?
A phone call has squeezed countless tears. No matter how far I love to go, I still don't care about my parents' nagging. I miss you in the distance, with blood and tears. Watching the age go by, the confession of the unfilial son will always shed tears. How did I live in exile for a year? In the end, I just need to enjoy the warmth and joy with my parents with love.
5. Family of Life: A childhood family is like a quilt, full of warmth and care. A teenager's family is like a piece of honey wrapped in an unknown taste. After the strange smell, you can always taste the sweetness, like the expectation in your father's stick, the care with your mother's scolding, and the family of young people, like lotus root;
No matter when and where we are apart, we can always feel the encouragement and support from the filaments. The affection of middle-aged people is like a container of the past and the future, which is full of expectations and responsibilities. The affection of the elderly, like the sunset in the evening, is beautiful and short-lived, and it is often the satisfaction after sighing.