1. "Paper Boat"

——Foster Mother

Bing Xin

I never abandon a piece of paper.

Always keep it - keep it,

fold it into a small boat,

throw it into the sea from the boat.

Some were blown into the windows of the boat by the wind,

Some were wetted by the waves and stuck to the bow of the boat.

I still keep folding them every day without getting discouraged,

I always hope that one of them will flow to where I want it to go.

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

Don’t be surprised that it came into your dream for no reason.

This is what your beloved daughter folded with tears in her eyes.

Thousands of rivers and mountains, please pray that it will carry her love and sorrow back home.

2. "Oh, Mother"

Shu Ting

Your pale fingertips caress my temples

I can't help but feel like Just like when I was a child

Tightly holding on to your skirt

Oh, mother

In order to keep your disappearing figure

Although the morning light has cut the dream into wisps of smoke

I still dare not open my eyes for a long time

I still treasure the bright red scarf

For fear of being washed away Make it

lose your unique warmth

Oh, mother

The passage of time is also ruthless

I am afraid that the memory will also fade. Ha

How dare I open its screen so easily

I once cried to you for a thorn

Now with a crown of thorns, I dare not< /p>

Don’t dare to moan

Oh, mother

I often look up at your photo sadly

Even if the call can penetrate the loess< /p>

How dare I disturb your sleep

I dare not display the sacrifices of love like this

Although I have written many songs

To the flowers, to the sea, to the dawn

Oh, mother

My sweet and deep thoughts

Not a torrent, not a waterfall

It is a dry well that cannot sing amid the flowers and trees

3. "Ode to Mother"

——This document is dedicated to all mothers in the world, regardless of whether they are poor or rich.

Mother, can you use your hands of withered tree bark to brush away the gray frost on your temples? I know

The red ribbon bow bleached the black hair in my memory

It has been a long time ago. Mother, you act as if nothing has happened

You still gently wriggle your loose teeth

Not in a hurry. With the smile behind the curtain of tears

Singing songs that are still fresh in childhood

Memories are the snakes of longing. Draw out a word

Wandering around, the remaining ink of my pain for the rest of my life

Mother, you still don’t hesitate to lick it with this dry tongue

As poisonous as my pride. In front of you, I will always be a child who will never grow up

So, there is a vague topic called maternal love

Undoubtedly, the most stupid ones are wanderers. Injury

Mother, the person who once had a name like chrysanthemum, you are old

The edge of the white porcelain bottle has your remaining medicinal fragrance

The plain silk is dark and old years. In the process of preparation

The loving heart has been wiped clean, but it is still there

Cannot hide the crazy growth of your care

The autumn wind has begun. Even in the lonely shadow, mother

Don’t catch a cold. No matter when and where

The setting sun must rely on a kind of crutch called children

And you, the fertile soil bred by you

The seeds covered by vegetation are sprouting , Pretending to grow up

And I, at this moment. I just want to hear you call me my baby name.

In a trance, mother

I seem to be back in the courtyard, beside the well where I drew water when I was a child

4. "Mother"

Messy in the wind

It is your gray hair

The tears crawled over

It is your old face

Slightly rickety back

Farewell hands

I dare not look back

Afraid that I will never be able to take another step

Leaving home

I always want to be in your arms

Relive my childhood dreams

I still want to look into your eyes

Speaking coquettish words

In front of you

I am a child who will never grow up

But I am growing up

Ignore your tears

Took a long journey

Now I am also a mother

Watching the child in my arms

Growing up day by day< /p>

I have just realized the greatness of maternal love

But your temples

are full of gray hair

Go home often< /p>

This is the only thing I can give you

A little repayment

5. "To Mother"

(1)

Mother, can I talk sweetly in front of you?

Or is there anything else I can’t reveal to you?

The wildfire burned away the ropes and coats from my body.

I have become a man

—a fact that is bound to surprise you.

My wings flap in the sunshine and shadows that you cannot see.

(2)

In the nest you built,

Under your wings, my flesh and blood becomes increasingly full.

I accept your milk, caress and training,

My hair and limbs are controlled by certain rules,

grow evenly and gracefully.

I lie under your gaze and smile day after day,

Your breath tames my blood,

I become shy, Calm and full of warmth.

So, the trauma and tears of the earth,

tortured and supported my nerves,

a sad music floated between the inside and the outside.

(3)

You are the church, the voice of God, the calling and the eternal source of light,

But I am as humble as dust and evil as a sinner .

I was awed by the light from heaven, praying and trembling.

Your expectations become whips and dykes.

You can't hear my murmurs in my sleep, and you can't see the phantom in front of my eyes.

You carefully designed clothes, chairs and beds for me,

and held my hand tightly,

until love and tolerance were hostile to me .

(4)

Mother, have you ever seen waves and lava?

Have you ever seen a fleeting meteor?

Have you ever heard the howl of a wild wolf?

Have you ever heard the sound of bones and nerves breaking?

You don’t understand why I always wander alone in the wilderness,

Why sometimes I am chatting and laughing and forgetting about everything,

Sometimes I am depressed and uneasy.

When you find me singing, playing the piano, and flirting with girls in the middle of the night,

you will be convinced that I have gone astray.

(5)

Give me my freedom! Give me back my energy!

Give back my original desire! Give me a fresh feeling!

Mom, if I shout to you like this, can you understand?

Aren’t you panicked?

It’s useless, irreversible,

I have become numb to stimulation, even though my heart is full of desire.

(6)

Ah, mother, you are order in chaos,

reason born from turmoil and fanaticism,

< p>It is the destination for wandering wanderers, and it is an unattainable realm and dream.

I am broad-minded and kind because of you,

I am prematurely old because of you.

6. "Mother"

Smart eyes

Meditating on the long river of time

Climbing and wading all the way

The colors of the earth are enriched

In the dimness

The flowing veil of the horizon is retreated

The beautiful face

is popular in the world Along the way

The dust depicts

The quiet and warm home

The precipitation

I miss the care of going out

Warm patience

Read about the embarrassments of life

Emotional and emotional

Taught children’s instincts and abilities

What a pity

p>

Bending the tired body and mind

Mother’s life

Ordinary happy child

Never give up

Habit Give without saying anything about reincarnation

Is it okay

In the next life, promise that the child will be your mother

I will repay you

7. "Mother, Mother" 》

——Dedicated to "Mother's Day" and all the mothers in the world

Your silver hair, rickety body, and lonely figure

You are old.

You hang out with your neighbors

At 80 years old, you still fetch water and cook your own food

You still cling to my childhood home

Hometown of Dreams

You have raised our four children throughout your life

Our four children are the pride of your life

The doves you let fly It is your lifelong concern

The hope of survival

Every time I mention it to others

My kind face is always full of smiles

Mother

I have gone through many hardships

My mother who has endured many hardships

How can a dull pen write thousands of words

My feelings

8. "Praise to Mother"

Mother is a big ship

Carries me to the sea

To pursue the mystery of life

Explore the magic of the world

Mother is a mountain

Contains all things

Nurtures me to grow

Strengthen my body and mind

Mother is a moving song

Take me everywhere with her

Use her beautiful tune

Ode to the history of the motherland

Mother is a ray of spring breeze

Blowing all things in the world

The graceful steps

bring The mother is full of vitality

Mother is the spring rain

nourishing all things on the earth

Ah! Mother

I love you, you are the eternal favorite in my heart

9. "Ode to a Loving Mother"

In my heart,

There is a place that is unfathomable.

It has never been asked.

You are the fire of hope.

Light up for me. My future illuminates hope,

In every dark night,

I care about you,

In every cold night,

It is you who give me endless warmth.

It is raining in the sky.

Every raindrop is telling.

Your pale fingertips are caressing my temples

I can’t help but hold on to your clothes tightly like I did when I was a child

p>Oh, mother

To keep your disappearing figure

Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke wisps

I still dare not open my eyes for a long time Open your eyes

I still treasure that bright red scarf

I am afraid that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth

Ha , mother

Isn’t the passage of time equally ruthless

I’m afraid that the memory will also fade

How dare I open its painting screen so easily

I once cried to you for a thorn

Now with the crown of thorns, I dare not

Not a single moan

Oh, mother< /p>

I often look up at your photos sadly

Even if the call can penetrate the loess

How dare I disturb your sleep

I still I dare not display the sacrifices of love like this

Although I have written many songs

To the flowers, to the sea, to the dawn

Oh, mother

My sweet and deep yearning

It is not a torrent, not a waterfall

It is a dry well hidden by flowers and trees that cannot sing

10. "Mother in the Storm"

Life seems to be walking on a road that is often windy and rainy,

Mother is at the forefront.

Give mother some umbrellas to protect her children from the wind and rain.

My mother gave them to me.

Ah children under the umbrella,

Mother outside the umbrella,

Rain is no longer rain,

It is sent to the world by God A tear of happiness.

11. "Mother, thank you for your hard work"

The human body can leave,

but the person will not leave,

Just like we will not forget our ancestors, we will not forget our mother.

My mother is my quilt,

I will feel cold without her.

Mother is the salt of the dish.

Without her, life would be tasteless.

Mother must have her share of pain.

Those wandering pains,

often hang on her face,

intertwined with the smiles of her children.

12. "Great Mother's Love"

Pick a bouquet of the brightest roses,

Put all the words of love for your mother,

< p>My mother said I was stupid,

Rose is the flower that symbolizes love,

No,

it is also the flower that children give to their mothers.

It has been a long time since I heard the jokes my mother told me when I was a child.

I really regret it.

I fell asleep before I finished listening to those words.

The mother said, silly child,

The mother will never finish what she wants to say to her children,

She will sleep in the grave,

< p>You are also my eternal concern.

13. "Mother·Five-leaf Tree"

The world I am walking deeper and deeper into?

One of the world

The five-leaf tree is covered with poetry

Mother

I am your child who was forced to mature

That child wearing a subtle green suit

I am a handful of soil that is loved by you in every possible way

Tonight you are sitting under the eaves of the countryside

< p>Wash your fingers gently one of the five leaves

An autumn leaf

Dreaming hole

Mother and son look at you by the river thousands of miles away

Don’t tell me where life happened

There are tears that want to pierce my river

reproduction!

The stars are so bright tonight

The waves are rippling

The nocturnes are melodious

Mother’s fingers are wrapped with the holiness of youth

The five-leaf tree is covered with poems as heavy as autumn

Her son stands on the trembling hair

Don’t be excited by the sound of the flute blowing from the corner of my mouth...

p>

Your life has touched my dream of leaving with you

Every autumn I pass by under the tree

Every autumn

I was under the tree

Horse passing by

14. "Mother"

Mottled white hair

Old eyes and blurred vision

Suffering from all kinds of diseases

Exhausted and heartbroken

Hunchbacked

Skin and cheeks slumped

This is my mother

This is my mother

Decades ago

In a slightly yellowed photo

< p>A girl with two long black braids

He was once shy and charming

He was also a girl with watery eyes

With a dignified appearance

Exuding the brilliance of youth and health

This is my mother

This is my mother

Decades of time

My mother worked hard for me

She endured all kinds of hardships

Suffered the consequences

I just hope that my son will be safe

Growing up quickly

But when I was growing up

My mother silently

dedicated her best years

< p>This is my mother

This is my mother

It is not on "Mother's Day" that I think of you

In my son's heart

I care about you all the time

I dare not expect your happiness

My son is not here

My mother’s happiness is far away< /p>

It’s not on Mother’s Day that I think of you

At the time of the change of winter and summer

My son prays silently all the time

Wish my mother the best Healthy and safe

Sand and fog

Don’t block it

Mom’s way home from shopping

Slippery in rain and snow

Will Mommy

Be trapped alone in an empty home

What I fear the most is the thought of

the sunset

by the window Sitting alone

With gloomy eyes

Mother with tears

This is my mother

This is mine Mom

The memory of my mother

is in pieces

just like

my mother’s heart was broken for me

It's not only on "Mother's Day"

that I think of you

because you are

my heart!

We are each other

Day and night

Concerned

15. "Dreams and Mother"

My dream

Melting in the snow

Floating all the way

Moving east

My mother far away in my hometown

Cuntou Fengchou

Open arms

Waiting for the return of dreams

How many years

Every piece of snowcoat

Full of memories

How many years

Every ray of snow

Carrying my tears of lovesickness

Poor

p>

Today’s old mother

Her hair has turned gray

Poor

The mother in the wind

In the miserable years

Standing like heaven and earth

I want to crush the bone marrow

Send a glass of fine wine to my mother

I want to do it

I want to p>

Burn the soul

Be a phoenix in the fire

For mother

Dance wildly

Mother< /p>

My golden pen

I often suffocate in helplessness

I don’t know

Can my heart

It can still hold attachment and love

Mother

When the snow floats across the sky with the wind

The most trembling and shy wisp< /p>

That’s my mood

Under the sun

Turn into tears

Melting in the fields of my hometown

Flowing in Mother's soles

Mother

Mother

Call me mother

I have no regrets