Mom was watching me from afar
Runle leaves
Mom looked at me in my old diary
A thick book, full of seriousness for me
Mom looked at me in the mirror with her white hair
She saw traces of her half-life love for me
Mom watched me under the soap horn tree at the entrance of the village
Until I disappeared at the end of the path
Mom looked at me in WeChat
But he didn't leave a word, and he liked it late at night
Mom looked at me in a candy
It's sweet enough to drive away
All the smell of oil smoke on her body
Mom watched me in the nineties
One more identity and a bag to walk the world
Mom was also a teenage girl who was obsessed with beautiful things
Want to be loved, will be afraid of the dark
It is also a girl who encounters difficulties, will be sad, and will cry
But the years made her great
About the author: Formerly known as Tan Liqin, pen name Runye. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society and the Chongqing Writers Association, and has authored the poetry collection "The Village by the Clouds".
