Original poem: "Mother"
Author: Bing Xin
Like the pearl of time,
String together by poets.
It is also like a simple and exquisite picture scroll.
Walk into the poet's heart.
You see:
Mom!
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.
The poet is,
Mother's eternal child!
In fact,
Everyone is.
When one day,
A storm is coming,
We have nowhere to hide,
My heart is really old,
At least it's far.