I dare not write about you, mother
Afraid that tears will fall
Wetting the heavy care and longing
Your eyes always There is too much warmth and anxiety in my mouth
It burns my wandering eyes and soul
When I am enjoying life under the neon lights
You I am sitting under the lamp with my reading glasses
Sew cotton shirts for my children
I dare not write about you, mother
I am afraid that the writing will not flow out
Half of your deep love for me
Your warnings over and over again when leaving
But my heart has long been unable to stop flying to the high blue sky
There were also cold rain, cold wind and biting hail on the road
It was only in moments of fear and despair that I called you in my heart
again and again
At that time, mother, I know you will be able to hear me!
I dare not write about you, mother
I dare not write about you gently getting up to cook before dawn
I dare not write about you having a good time in front of the TV in the evening
I dare not write about you tucking your child into bed in the cold night
I dare not write about you enduring the pain Gritting your teeth silently when you are sick
——Mother,
For my son,
Your love is too deep and thick,
Too long, too far,
Too broad and too selfless,
Too thoughtful and kind!
Waiting to read your gaze
I found that your eyes were cloudy
There were snowflakes on your temples
- -I am this snowflake, mother
I don’t know when I dyed your hair white!