Bing Xin's modern poem titled "Growing Together, Let Love Pass"

Eternal Mother

When you open your newborn eyes for the first time

The first thing you see is the incomparable holiness of a mother

Loving glances and tears of joy——

Eyes unblinking, staring at you carefully

Your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively

< p>But you can’t express the affection, just a flurry of limbs

You are so anxious that you can’t help but cry loudly

After so many days and nights of nurturing

Finally sit upright with your little body

After adjusting your EQ and IQ

Don’t wait, just shout out the most precious first words in your life

A cry - mother

This is the most touching primitive implication

No matter how many languages ??are rhymed in the world

Only this cry is absolutely the same

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No music, no poetry

can be more moving than this sound

Wandering Son's Song

The mountains do not want to send away the sunset

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Sentimental sailors don’t want to sail far away.

Hope is calling.

The outside world is my paradise,

My free heart is flying.

Mom, do you care about me?

My mother looked at me uneasily.

Mom, do you want my life to be more exciting?

My mother looked at me with relief.

Listen to the sound of the train, the whistle...

Holding a pair of hands tightly through the window.