-Send it to mom.

backbone

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 are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.

I still fold it every day without losing heart,

I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.

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

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

This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.

Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home.

2. "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 fading figure

Although the morning light has cut the dream 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 the memory will fade, too.

How dare I open its screen easily?

I cried to you for a thorn.

Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and 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 sacrifice 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 a torrent, not a waterfall.

It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.

3. ode to mother

-This document is for all mothers in the world, rich or poor.

Mom, can you use the hands of dead tree skin?

Brush off the frost that has turned gray on your temples? I know

The bow of the red ribbon bleached the black hair in my memory.

Long time no see. Mother, as if nothing had happened.

Or wriggle a loose tooth gently?

It's neither too tight nor too slow. Laugh in tears

Sing some songs that are still fresh in my childhood.

Memory is the snake of missing. Draw a word

Winding forward, my bitter ink in this life.

Mom, are you still willing to use this cracked tongue core?

Lick my arrogant poison. I am in front of you.

Always a child who doesn't grow up.

So there is a vague topic called maternal love.

It is undoubtedly the stupidest injury to a wanderer.

Mom, you are old. You used to be as famous as chrysanthemums.

The edge of the white porcelain bottle has your residual medicine fragrance.

Plain silk was very popular in the old days. manage

Brushed the heart of love, but still

I can't hide your crazy concern.

The autumn wind has started. Even in the shadow of loneliness, mom

Don't catch cold either. No matter when and where

Sunset depends on a crutch called a child.

And you, on fertile soil.

Seeds covered with vegetation are sprouting and growing.

And I, at the moment. I just want to hear your call.

My real name. In a trance, mother

I seem to be back in the yard, next to the well where I drew water as a child.

4. "Mother"

Messy in the wind

It's your white hair

Tears came out.

This is your old face

Slightly curved back

Farewell hand

I dare not look back.

Afraid I'll never leave again

The pace of leaving home

Always want to lean in your arms.

Relive childhood dreams

I always want to look into your eyes.

Say what Chen Jiao said.

in front of you

I am a child who will never grow up.

But I'm growing

Ignore your tears

Walk a long way.

Now I am also a mother.

Looking at the child in his arms

Grow up day by day

I just realized the greatness of maternal love.

But your sideburns

flowers blooming like a piece of brocade

Go home often.

This is all I can give you.

A little reward

5. "To Mother"

( 1)

Mom, can I sweet talk in front of you?

Is there anything I can't tell you?

The fire burned my rope and coat.

I have become a man.

This fact is bound to surprise you.

My wings are flapping in the sun and shadows you can't see.

(2)

In the nest you built,

Under your wings, my flesh and blood is getting fuller and fuller.

I accept your milk, caress and training,

Hair and limbs are controlled by some rules,

Grow symmetrical and elegant.

I lie in front of your eyes and smile every day.

Your breath tames my blood,

I became shy, quiet and full of warmth.

So, the wounds and tears of the earth,

Tortured and supported my nerves,

Sad music is floating inside and outside.

(3)

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

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

I fear the light from heaven, pray and tremble.

Your expectations become whips and dams.

You can't hear my dreams or see my visions.

You carefully designed clothes, chairs and beds for me.

Hold my hand tightly,

Until love and tolerance are my enemies.

(4)

Mom, have you ever seen waves and magma?

Have you ever seen a fleeting meteor?

Have you ever heard the wolf howl?

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

You don't understand why I always wander alone in the wilderness.

Why do you sometimes get carried away with laughter?

Sometimes I feel depressed and uneasy.

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

You will be sure that I have gone astray.

(5)

Give me freedom! Give me back my energy!

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

Mom, if I yell at you like this, can you understand?

Won't you panic?

To no avail, irreversible,

I am numb to stimulation, although my heart is full of longing.

(6)

Ah, mother, you are the order in chaos,

Is due to confusion and fanaticism,

It is the home of vagrants, it is

Unreachable realms and dreams.

I am broad and kind because of you,

I'm getting old too early because of you again.

6. Mother

Smart eyes

Meditate on the long river of time

Crawl all the way

Wings enrich the color of the earth.

in the dark

Retract the yarn flowing on the horizon

Bell Gulle

Popular all the way.

Dust description

Quiet and warm home

subside

Miss the care of going out.

Enthusiastic patience

Unscramble the embarrassment of life

(of a singer/speaker) with an outstanding voice.

Teach children nature and ability.

It's a pity

Bend your tired body and mind.

Mother's life

Ordinary happy children

Never leave or give up/never say goodbye.

Accustomed to giving without saying reincarnation

Is that okay?

Say that a good child will be your mother in the afterlife.

Repay you

7.mom, mom

-Mother's Day is dedicated to all mothers in the world.

Your silvery hair, rickety body and lonely figure

You are old.

You associate with neighboring villages.

At the age of 80, he still draws water and cooks himself.

You are still attached to my childhood home.

Hometown of dreams

You have raised our four children all your life.

Four children are the pride of your life.

The pigeons you let go are the concern of your life.

Hope for survival

Every time I mention this to someone,

Zhang Shanliang's face is always full of smiles.

mother

I have been through a lot.

A long-suffering mother

How can a blunt pen write thousands of words?

I'm in love.

8. Praise Mother

Mother is a big ship.

Take me to the seaside.

Pursuing the mystery of life

Explore the magic of the world

Mother is a high mountain.

All inclusive

Hey, I grow up.

Strengthen my body and mind

Mother is a touching song.

Show me around.

With her beautiful tune

Singing the history of the motherland

Mother is a spring breeze person.

Blow away everything in the world

Yingying's footsteps

Brought great vitality.

Mother is a spring rain.

Moisturize everything on the earth.

Ah! mother

I love you and you will always be my favorite.

9. Ode to Mother

In my heart,

One place is unfathomable,

It never asked,

You are the fire of hope,

Light up my future, give me hope,

Every dark night,

I care about you,

Every cold night,

You give me endless warmth,

It began to rain,

Every drop of rain is telling.

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 fading figure

Although the morning light has cut the dream 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 the memory will fade, too.

How dare I open its screen easily?

I cried to you for a thorn.

Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and 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 sacrifice 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 a torrent, not a waterfall.

It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.

10, mother in the storm

Life is like walking on a stormy road.

Mother is at the front.

Send some umbrellas to protect the children from the wind and rain to their mothers.

Mom pushed it to me again.

Ah, the child under the umbrella,

Mother outside the umbrella,

Rain is no longer rain,

It was a tear of happiness that God sent to the world.

1 1, "Thank you, Mom."

The human body can leave,

People don't leave,

Just as we will never forget our ancestors,

Forget about mother.

Mother is the quilt on her body,

She will feel cold without it.

Mother is the salt in the dish,

Life is tasteless without her.

Mother must have her pain.

The pain of wandering,

It often hangs on her face,

Watching the children's laughter intertwined.

12, great maternal love

Pick a bunch of the brightest roses,

With all my dear words to my mother,

Mom said I was stupid,

Roses are flowers that symbolize love.

I don't know,

It is also a flower that the child wants to give to his mother.

I haven't heard my mother tell jokes about my childhood for a long time.

I regret it,

Those who fall asleep before listening.

Mom said, silly boy,

A mother can never finish what she has to say to her children.

Is to sleep in the grave,

You are also my eternal concern.

13, Mama Wu Ye Tree

I got deeper and deeper. This world?

One world.

The pentaphyllum is full of poems.

mother

I am your forced mature child.

The child is wearing a faint tsing yi.

I am a handful of dirt, and you love every aspect of it.

Tonight you sit under the eaves of the country.

Gently wash one of the five leaves on your finger.

An autumn leaf

Dream cave

Mother and son are watching you by the river thousands of miles away.

Don't tell me where life takes place.

Something pierced my river.

Tears of reproduction!

There are many stars tonight.

ripple

Nocturne melodious

Mother's fingers are covered with the sanctity of youth.

The pentaphyllum is full of poems as heavy as autumn.

Her son stood on trembling hair.

Don't get excited because the flute blows out of my mouth. ...

Your life touched my dream of walking with you.

Every autumn, I shoot a horse under the tree.

Every autumn

I am under the tree.

Beat a horse

14, mom

Mottled white hair

Myopia due to old age

Be beset with all diseases

Tired and heartbroken

slump

Skin fat and cheek collapse

This is my mother.

This is my mother.

Decades ago

In a slightly yellow photo

A girl with two long black braids.

I am also shy and charming.

Leaves increase eyes and cut water.

Look dignified.

It exudes the brilliance of youth and health.

This is my mother.

This is my mother.

For decades.

Mom, for me.

Endure all kinds of hardships

eat humble pie

Just looking forward to my son

Can be safe.

Grow up quickly

But when I was growing up,

Mother was silent.

I have given my best years.

This is my mother.

This is my mother.

I didn't think of you until Mother's Day.

Son's heart

I have always cared about you, too.

I dare not expect your happiness.

My son is missing.

Mom's happiness is far away.

I didn't think of you until Mother's Day.

At the turn of cold and summer,

All the sons are praying silently.

I wish my mother health and safety.

Wind and sand fog

Don't block it.

Mom's way home from shopping.

Rain and snow are slippery.

Will mom?

Trapped alone in an empty home

Most afraid of thinking

The sun is sinking in the west

Sitting alone by the window

In the dim eyes

A mother with tears in her eyes

This is my mother.

This is my mother.

Memories of my mother

cracked

just as

Mom broke her heart for me.

Not only on "Mother's Day"

Will think of you.

Because you are.

My heart!

We are each other.

day and night

worry

15, dreams and mothers

My dream

Melt in the snow

Piaopiao all the way

Move eastward

Mother far away from home

Village head tuyere

passionately

Waiting for the dream to return.

How many years?

Every snowsuit

Write full of memories

How many years?

Every wisp of snow water

With my lovesick tears.

miserable

Today's mother

My hair has turned gray.

miserable

Mother in the wind

The years are ruthless.

Standing between heaven and earth

How I want to break the bone marrow.

For the old mother.

Send a glass of good wine

Think more.

Burning soul

Be a phoenix in the fire

For mother.

Dance like crazy

Mom.

My golden pen

Often suffocate in helplessness.

I don't know

My heart sea

Can you still keep love and affection?

Mom.

When snow drifts across the sky with the wind.

The most trembling and shy wisp

It is my mood.

Under?the?sun

Turn into tears

Blend into the fields of my hometown

Drip on the mother's feet.

Mom.

mother

Call mom.

I have no regrets.