Grandson's School Bag (Two Outer Articles)
Author | Lian Shigang
Grandson's school bag
Grandson's school bag is very large,
Fill up every day,
inside
Equipped with the module of the times,
Carrying the expectations of parents,
Pretending to be a teacher's teaching,
Pretend to be yesterday, today and tomorrow.
I turned my bag over,
But I didn't find my grandson's innocent and happy childhood.
The lamp in the mother's room
It was late at night, and the lights in my mother's room were still on. This is the lamp that the mother left for her son who did not return. Bright, soft light, revealing the mother's concern and warm mother's love.
Gently push open the door of my mother's room and come to my mother's bed.
"Mother, I'm back."
"Well, go to sleep."
It's a habit. Not by accident.
It's snowing
The night was silent, and the door was white.
It was snowing, and the long-awaited Snow Finally came silently.
The immaculate white snow covers all the nasty filth, refreshing and refreshing.
I love snow,
Like her quietness,
Love her purity,
Loved her silently covering up all the filth.
Lian Shigang, born in November 1952, retired teacher in Xinzhai Town, Linqu County.