Author: Bing Xin

Mom, for a long time

I just want to write a poem for you.

But I wrote it many times.

I haven't written it yet

Mom, I wrote this poem for you.

I don't know how to start.

I don't know how to end it.

I don't know what to write.

It's like slapping you hard when you were a child.

I don't know whether to accept it bravely.

Or should I choose to escape?

Mom, I thought of you again tonight.

I decided to write a poem for you.

Even if it's not well written

Even if you are far from home.

Never read ...

Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,

Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.

This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.

Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.

Balkos de Paper

Author: Bing Xin

I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,

Save it forever.-Save it,

Folding into a very small boat,

Throw it into the sea from the boat.

Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,

Some were wet by the waves, at the bow.

I'm still not discouraged, overlapping every day,

I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.

Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,

Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.

These are the tears of your beloved daughter, Wan Shui Qian Shan.

Ask it to bring her love and sadness home.

If life deceives you-Pushkin

If life deceives you,

Don't be sad, don't be discouraged!

Be calm when you are upset;

Believe it, a happy day will come.

My heart yearns for the future;

Although very depressed now:

Everything is instantaneous, and everything will pass;

And the past will also become amiable.