1. "Paper Boat" Bing Xin: I never abandon a piece of paper, I always keep it - keep it, fold it into small boats, and throw it from the boat Down in the sea. Some were blown by the wind into the windows of the boat, and some were wet by the waves and stained on the bow of the boat. I still keep folding them every day without getting discouraged, always hoping 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 put together with tears in her eyes, across thousands of rivers and mountains, asking it to carry her love and sorrow back home.
2. "Poem to Mother" Mother Bing Xin, I have wanted to write a poem for you for a long time, but I have written it many times but still can't write it well. Mother, I don't know the poem I wrote for you. How to begin, I don’t know how to end, and I don’t know what to write. Just like when I faced your harsh slap when I was a child, I don’t know whether to accept it bravely or choose to escape from my mother. Tonight, I think of you again and I decided to do it for you. Even if you write a poem poorly, you will never be able to read it even if you are far away in your hometown... Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it fell into the dream for no reason. This is what your beloved daughter put together with tears in her eyes, across thousands of rivers and mountains, begging him to carry her love and sorrow back home.
3. "The Song of the Wandering Son" The mountains are unwilling to send away the sunset, and the passionate sailors are unwilling to sail away. Hope is calling. The outside world is my paradise, and my free heart is flying. Mother, do you care about me? Mother looked at me uneasily. Mother, do you want my life to be more exciting? Mother looked at me with relief. Listening to the sound of the train, the whistle...holding a pair of hands tightly through the window.
4. "Mother" Love: Mother is as humble as moss, as majestic as the morning sun, as soft as the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River, and as strong as a thousand-year-old cold jade. When she raises her eyes, she is the bright moon, and when she lowers her head, she is the bright moon. , she is the vast earth.
5. "To My Mother" Goethe: Although I haven't said hello to you or written to you for a long time, don't let your doubts arise in your heart, as if your son should have the deepest love for you. Love has gone from my chest.
Absolutely not so, just like that rock, with eternal roots deeply rooted in the water for thousands of years, it will never leave its original place, even if the water flows, sometimes it will be blown by wind and waves, and sometimes it will be blown by gentle waves. It flows by so that people cannot see it. My love for you is also inseparable from my heart. Although the long river of life is sometimes whipped by pain and rolls by violently, sometimes it is caressed quietly by joy and suffers. To cover and block it, so that it cannot show its face to the sun, and cannot reflect the sunlight reflected around it, so that it can show you, your loving mother, how much your son adores you.