Qinghe Morning Dew 丨 He Yi: Mom

Mom

Do we forget to give her a true confession when we turn around and chase our ideals?

Do you still miss her warm embrace when you are most vulnerable?

This is a little poem I created, and I want to dedicate it to mothers all over the world. The title of the poem is "Mommy"

Cars are crawling like ants.

But I'm going to the field and I'm crying!

Get out! Mom dragged the little me,

Arrived on time.

But she stood outside the field gasping for breath,

Sweat poured down like rain.

The 800-meter sports examination is simply exhausting!

Come on! Come on!

Familiar voices came from the side of the road

Mom! I shrugged off my steps,

Crossing the finish line,

Mom's eyes were tears of joy.

It was an exam that broke me down.

One, two,

I tore the rolls into paper flowers,

Throw it under the table.

I woke up early in the morning with a burst of surprise.

The spelled papers were placed on my desk intact,

Not bad at all!

Mom! Daughter has grown up,

But you have added a trace of gray hair to your head.

I know, I know

Wherever I am, I will have your concerns.

I am a happy bird,

Under your affectionate gaze, Mom,

Fly to the end of the world!