When the green of life

Climb up my door.

Tell me the news of the wanderer's return.

Butterflies are dancing in the garden

Pebbles awakened from hibernation

It turns out that I have been dreaming for a long time.

The sweetness of the beginning of the year

Praise of spring

Equatorial warm wind

Can't stand the temptation of the ancient Great Wall.

Pick up the green carpet

face north

Spread out quietly

It embraces spring.

Like a newborn baby

Suck the milk of time

Egged on by sunny mother-in-law

Seize naughtily

Siberian cold beard

Swing and play.

It jumps and jumps.

With a fiery chest

Melting ice and snow

blush

Give generously to Taolin.

And tied smoke gauze around his neck.

I accidentally threw it away.

Wrapped in countless rivers

Winding under a thousand peaks

Yaner chased him up.

Stumbling steps

sweep past

Moisten things with silent sweat drops.

Tear off a piece of white clouds

Help it write down natural replacement.

seasonal variation

Charming fairy tales

summer

Through the dewy morning from here.

Facing the hot eyes here

a stream of light

Sublimation of peace

This is the first time my heart has confronted you.

There are also

A tree

A leaf

A more colorful conversation

Because of your arrival.

The warm existence of the world

winter

The night came a little early,

The rain has stopped,

There are many people on the bus.

I can't hear anything.

The world is quiet,

I started to get a little scared,

Followed by fear, irritability,

The heartbeat and breathing sounds are increasing,

amplify ...

Like the voices that should and shouldn't be,

Things that are close to you are getting farther and farther away,

Things far away from you are getting closer and closer.

I've wanted to run away for a long time,

My feet have never moved.

Damn automatic doors,

Damn windshield,

And everything that should die.

I had a cold shudder,

A cold wind came face to face,

The world wakes up again,

Oh, damn it, it's only this heartless winter

Ah, Shu Ting's mother.

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.

"Mother and I" Rivers

Mom often sits at the window recently.

How many times do you have to clean the glass a day?

The begonia outside is green and cherry red.

All her children are gone.

When she said she was pregnant with me,

How many times a day should I flatten my bulging clothes?

The knitted little clothes are neatly folded.

Thought I was coming.

She can't see me. Do you think I curled up and slept well?

The cluster of trees in front of the window is now

Weave her thoughts into the shaking leaves

She often paints the glass green.

I think I'll pull over.

May I have a good sleep before I come.

She made so many clothes and washed so many clothes for me.

I still keep the wool ball in my heart, waiting for today.

She always wants to see me, but can't see me.

Think about me and worry about me.

I'm afraid the world is beautiful.

Can you let me dance and cry again?

Mother's Day Poetry

I really want to buy a bunch of flowers.

For mother.

But it's too far.

My mother is not with me.

Only phone calls and text messages brought blessings to my mother.

It's dark now. ...

The road I have traveled, I just want my mother.

Step by step.

Missing stays in this gentle rainy night.

A busy day's work

Tired

But when I think of a person's "mother"

Cheer up a little.

I swear that I will return to my mother's city on this day next year.

Send a beautiful Connors to my mother.

I won't walk through that strange street at night.

Watching others buy flowers, I stood in a daze.

Ha ha laugh. What beautiful flowers.

I miss my mother.

Happy holidays to mothers all over the world. ...

This is the wish of children all over the world. ....

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.

Mother pushed it to me again,

Ah, the child under the umbrella,

Mom outside the umbrella.

Rain is no longer rain,

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

Mother's Day Poetry

in your eyes

I am the bud of spring;

in your eyes

I am the red flower in summer;

in your eyes

I'm Shi Shuo from Akita;

in your eyes

I am a warm day in the winter sky;

Ah,

Do you know you are in my eyes?

in my eyes

When I fall, you are my strong armrest.

I babble with gentle lips;

in my eyes

You are fascinated by the bird sky.

A sea of drifting ships;

You are all my praise for life.

You are my whole life.

in your eyes

I have been a baby all my life;

in my eyes

You are an eternal hug. ...