The Chaobai River flows through my hometown and slowly flows to the place where I live now, bringing my mother's loving eyes. Really, Mom, I felt as if I had seen you.
My past is also flowing, flowing to my childhood.
In the summer, Mom, there are you laboring in the rice fields on the shore, and there are the laughter of my friends and me in the shallow water by the river. Your sweat falls into the river and becomes a river flowing; the laughter of the children falls into the river and becomes the sound of water singing. Mom, those sweltering nights, you took me to the stone bridge to cool off, and the evening wind rippled on the water like a leaf, bringing a burst of coolness. Lying on your own mat woven with wheat straw, Chang'e on the moon came from your song and made me have endless imagination. Mom, you pointed to the moving light in the sky and told me it was a satellite made by scientists. From that moment on, I had a thirst for knowledge.
In autumn, the rice paddies on the banks of the river emit the sweet fragrance of maturity. Mom, you said that on the persimmon tree on the edge of the field, my favorite persimmon was also yellow, and my joyful mood is still unforgettable.
The water was flowing, like a mother calling affectionately. I know, you mean that the water of the Chaobai River is clearer, and there are a lot of cute egrets flying in, and you have to embroider these beautiful things on my pillow. You mean that Tanabe's persimmons are sweeter, and you squeeze these sweets into cakes for me to taste.
Mom, my new home, like my hometown, is on the edge of the Chaobai River. The community is full of red and yellow flowers, but I still want to smell the rice flowers in my hometown.
Mom, don't always stand on the river bank and look at me, I want to tell you that you are okay, you don't have to hold my intestines for me anymore. When it rains, I will turn into a small fish and run wildly towards you. When the wind blows, I will turn into a small sail and sail towards you. Mom, your love is like the sun - the bumps in the road, the wind and rain of life, under the sun will become wonderful and clear.
The city's street lights were on, shining on the river with microwaves. Ming Ming shook, like the loving gaze of her mother. GAZE - GAZE, I stand on the shore and look at the river. It was as if I had heard my mother's ballad again, and the ballad always gave me wisdom and strength.
Chaobai River, you flow in my heart.
Introduction: Tang Yongliang, Shandong Wulian people. Love work, love words. His works have been published in newspapers and periodicals such as Qilu Literature, Huanghai Morning Journal, Yi manuscript, writers' zone and other newspapers and periodicals and literary online media.
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