I didn't write to you, but don't let your heart

Doubt, as if your son should.

My deep love for you comes from my chest.

Disappear. Nothing like that stone,

Always rooted in the bottom of the water,

It will never leave its position, even if it is running water.

Sometimes with wind and waves, sometimes with soft waves through it.

It flows by, so people can't see it,

My love for you is so inseparable.

In my chest, despite the long river of life,

Sometimes I am hit by pain and roll violently.

Sometimes quietly caressed by happiness,

Coverage and blockade make it impossible.

You can't reflect around the sun.

The returning sunshine is in front of your loving mother.

Let you know how much your son respects you.

Dedicated to mother Bei Heine

Heine

I'm used to strutting around,

My temperament is also a bit stubborn;

Even if the king and I face each other,

I won't lower my eyes.

But, mom, I want to be honest with you:

Although my self-esteem is very strong,

Once I come to your happy and kind side,

Often feel inferior and cringe.

You have a noble spirit that permeates everything,

Radiant, direct to the sun, the moon and the stars,

Is this spirit secretly conquered me?

Recalling the past really makes me sad.

I did a lot of wrong things and broke your heart.

Good love for my loving mother!

Ah, mom.

Ah, mom.

Shu ting

Your pale fingertips touch my temple,

I can't help acting like a child.

Hold on to your skirt.

Ah, mom,

In order to keep your aging figure,

Although the morning light cuts dreams into smoke,

I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.

I still cherish that bright red scarf,

Afraid that cleaning will make it

Lose your unique warmth.

Ah, mom,

Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?

I'm afraid my memory will disappear,

How dare I open its screen easily?

I cried out to you for a thorn,

Now that I'm wearing a police uniform, I dare not,

I dare not moan.

Ah, mom,

I often look up at your photos sadly,

Even if the call can penetrate the loess,

How dare I disturb your sleep?

I dare not show the gift of love like this,

Although I have written many songs.

For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.

Ah, mom,

My sweet, soft and deep memory,

Not rapids, not waterfalls,

It is an ancient well that can't sing among flowers and trees.

Meng Jiao's ode to a wanderer

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance 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?

Bai Juyi's "Selected Poems of Yan"

Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.

At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.

Wang Anshi's Tenth Five-Year Plan

Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade.

When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.

Jiang Shiquan's Home at the End of the Year

I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home.

Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.

If you encounter pity, you will ask for it.

I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.

Song Lingyun's Father Memory

Wu's book is broken. What do you hate everywhere?

The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and has borrowed the wind to ask for daily life several times.

Yu Gong's Missing Mother

First frost, Lu Hua, tears wet her skirt, bald and helpless.

Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.

Ni Ruizhen's Mother Memory

The river is too wide to sail, so I don't know if it is safe.

When I am in the dark, I am afraid I will cry more!

Mubiezi

Tang Bai Juyi

Mother, son, son, mother,

There was no light during the day and I cried bitterly.

……

It's not sad enough to welcome the new and abandon the old.

Sad to stay at your home for two children.

Walking for the first time, sitting for the first time,

Sitting there crying and grabbing at other people's clothes.

With your new elegance,

My mother and son are separated.

Not as good as the black magpie in the forest,

Mothers don't lose young males and females.