Six poems about maternal love, innocence and nature are urgently needed.

The thread in the hand of kind-hearted mother Meng Jiao makes clothes for her wayward son.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

Sixteen stars:

Young man!

For the memory of the future,

Draw your present picture carefully.

Thousands of angels,

Get up and sing praises to the children;

Kid!

His little body,

With a great soul.

(childlike) innocence

Childhood!

This is a fact in the dream,

This is a real dream,

Memories are tearful smiles.

Praise nature:

spring

Song dynasty; surname

bright red

bright

Win the day to find the fragrance of Surabaya,

The boundless scene is new for a while.

Know the east wind when you are free,

Colorful is always spring.