Although I haven’t said hello to you for a long time,

I haven’t written to you, but don’t let you have doubts in your heart

as your son should

My deep love for you has disappeared from my chest

. Absolutely not, just like that rock,

It has deep roots in the water for thousands of years,

It will never leave its original place, even if it is flowing water,

Sometimes wind and waves, sometimes soft waves flow over it

so that people cannot see it.

My love for you is also inseparable< /p>

In my chest, despite the long river of life,

Sometimes it is whipped by pain and rolled violently,

Sometimes it is caressed quietly by joy,

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It is covered and blocked, so that it cannot

show up to the sun and cannot reflect the surroundings

The reflected sunlight is in front of your loving mother

Show you how much your son looks up to you.

Dedicated to mother Bei Heine

Heine

I am used to walking with my head held high and my eyes raised to the sky,

My temperament is also A bit stubborn and stubborn;

Even if the king and I look face to face,

I will not lower my eyes.

But, dear mother, I want to tell you bluntly:

Even though my pride is so strong,

As soon as I come to your happy and kind side ,

I often feel inferior and shy away.

You have a lofty spirit that permeates everything.

The rays of light are radiating, floating straight to the sun, moon and stars.

It is this spirit that secretly conquers the world. I?

Recalling the past really makes me feel sad.

I did many things wrong and hurt your heart.

Such a kindhearted mother who loves me so much!

Ah, mother

Ah, mother

Shu Ting

Your pale fingertips caress my temples,

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

Ah, mother,

In order to keep your disappearing figure,

Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke,

I still treasure that bright red scarf,

I am afraid that washing it will make it

lose your unique warmth.

Ah, mother,

Isn’t the flow of time equally ruthless?

I am afraid that my memory will also fade.

How dare I open its screen so easily?

For a thorn I cried to you,

Now wearing a crown of thorns, I dare not,

Not a single moan.

Ah, mother,

I often look up at your photo sadly,

Even if the call can penetrate the loess,

How can I Dare to disturb your sleep?

I don’t dare to display the gifts of love like this,

Although I have written many songs

To the flowers, to the sea, to the dawn.

Ah, mother,

My sweet and deep yearning,

It is not a rapid torrent, not a waterfall,

It is covered by flowers and trees There is no singing in the ancient well.

Meng Jiao's "The Wandering Son's Song"

The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the wandering boy's body.

Before leaving, I am worried that I will return later.

Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.

Selection from Bai Juyi's "Poetry of Yan Revealed to Liu Sou"

Si'er is a young child, flying high and carrying his mother on his back.

My parents read it at that time, but you should know it today.

Wang Anshi's "Fifteenth"

The mother went up the ditch in Han, leaving Bai Hanyin at home.

When I heard about Du Yu in the bright moon, the north and the south were always concerned.

"Arriving Home at the End of the Year" by Jiang Shiquan

My love for my son is endless, and I am happy to return home.

The needlework on the cold clothes is dense, and the ink marks on the letters home are new.

When we meet, we pity the thin man, and call him to ask about his hardships.

I am ashamed of my son, I dare not sigh in the dust.

Song Lingyun's "Remembering My Father"

Wu Shuyanyun broke the ruler's book, how can we hate each other when we are so far apart?

The dream soul is not afraid of the distance of Chang'an, and I have taken advantage of the wind several times to ask about my daily life.

Yu Gong's "Thinking of My Mother"

My clothes are wet with the tears of reeds and flowers due to frost, and my white head no longer leans on the wood door.

During the yellow plum rain in May last year, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice.

Ni Ruixuan's "Remembering My Mother"

The river is difficult to navigate and I can't cross it. I don't know whether safety is close or not.

I shed tears of longing for my relatives all the time, but I’m afraid there will be more tears of missing my children!

Mother’s farewell to her son

Tang Bai Juyi

Mother’s farewell Son, son farewell to mother,

My cry is painful when there is no light in the day.

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Welcoming the new and abandoning the old is not enough sadness.

It is sad to leave two children in the Jun family.

At first, he was helping to walk, and at the same time, he was sitting.

Sitting, crying, walking and holding people's clothes.

The new Yanwan of your couple,

caused the separation between my mother and my son.

Not as good as the crows and magpies in the forest,

The mother does not lose her young, the male accompanying the female.