Bing Xin's modern maternal love poems are as follows:
Bing Xin's modern maternal love poems 1
Paper Boat
Bing Xin
I never give up a piece of paper,
I always keep it
and
stack it into a small boat,
from the boat.
some were blown into the window in the boat by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck on the bow.
I am still not discouraged. I always hope that one can only flow to the place where I want him to go.
Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This is folded by your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes.
Wan Shui Qian Shan, please ask him to come back with her love and sorrow!
Bing Xin's Modern Poem on Motherly Love 2
Poem for Mother
Mother, I have been trying to write a poem for you for a long time
but I haven't written it well for many times
Mother, This poem written for you
I don't know how to begin
I don't know how to end
I don't know what to write
It's like slapping you severely when I was a child
I don't know whether to bravely accept
or choose to escape from
my mother. I think of you again tonight
I decided to write a poem for you
.
pick up dead branches in meditation,
whip yourself generously
the shadow in the moon on the ground.
The whole world regards it as a dream,
and it is an ambiguous dream.
Ambiguity should be too clear,
My friend,
for life. Worry will start from now on!
but still have to cross the boundless black sea.
my friend!
The world won't abandon you,
Why did you abandon the world?
Freedom like a cloud,
Quiet like water.
Life is always a dream, and
I also had a clear dream.
I threw away dead branches in my meditation, and
I looked at my shadow in the moon on the ground leisurely.
Bing Xin's Modern Poem on Mothers' Day 4
Mother, I have been trying to write a poem for you for a long time
but I haven't written it well after writing it many times
Mother, This poem written for you
I don't know how to begin
I don't know how to end
I don't know what to write
It's like slapping you severely when I was a child
I don't know whether to bravely accept
or choose to escape from
my mother. I think of you again tonight
I decided to write a poem for you
.
You are a lotus leaf,
I am a red lotus.
The raindrops in my heart are coming.
Except for you,
Who is my shade under the open sky?
mother!
Put aside your worries,
Let me sink into your arms
Only you are the settlement of my soul.
Little Flower,
also wants to look up,
Thanks to Chunguang's love-
However, the deep gift
finally made her silent
Mother,
Are you Chunguang?
mother!
can you have a look at this fragmentary
?
These words were
hidden in your heart before I was there.
mother!
The wind and rain in the sky came,
The bird hid in its nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms.