Mother's Day | these poems of missing mothers, which make people cry!

Every day's original poems and dreams, don't rub shoulders with me anymore

◎The water of the waterfall goes up against the current

Dandelion seeds float back from afar and gather in the shape of an umbrella

The sun rises in the west and sets in the east

The bullet is returned to the chamber

The athletes return to the starting line

I handed back my acceptance letter and forgot about the ten-year window

The smell of food wafted from the kitchen

You signed my rolls by name

Turn off the TV and help me carry my bag

You're still with me

- "You're Still with Me"

It's Mother's Day again, but the person who hurt me the most is gone

Your love is the baggage that accompanies me all my life,

Want to tell Mom, I really miss you, Mom of Heaven, Happy Mother's Day!

▍ [Group poems] text / Zhang Zhanyun

"Back Shadow"

Wind on beams

Blowing full of white hair

Put the pale yellow

Bitter bean blossoms

Sprinkle on the back

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path

It is set by the setting sun

Shan Shan's back basket

Always remember

Deceased mother

◎ I was in the northeast looking at the southwest

When will the wanderers of Jiuzhou be returned?

The flesh and blood in the mother's bones are so difficult to break

The centuries-long separation, how much I wanted to embrace you

- in six years

▍ "On the Side of Xia" (outer one)

Burn in

The finches in the straw hat

Baked

Wheat in the field

-

Whetstone

Scythe sitting cross-legged

Just wait

Open the sickle

◎ Even if I write all the words, can I write all the love that my mother cannot repay and cannot repay?

Can I write all my apologies for her?

Can I write all my thoughts about her?—— Zhang Jie's "The Person Who Hurts Me the Most In the World Went"

◎ If there is a more gentle word in the world than "gentle", then the word must be "mother".

▍【Group poems】Text/People-oriented

"Remembering neem flowers"

A wisp of neem wind

A spring flower is empty

Neem flowers rooted in their hometown

Like a mother who has been miserable all her life

Swaying dreams of thoughts

-

A heart-wrenching groan in the wind

Like ashes flying in front of the stove

Put pale memories

It filled me

The flowers were like ashes

Innocent flowers

It was as if Mars was still shining

Take me that time and time again

Looking back from another country

Burned to the brim

-

The sorrows that can't be sewn up

Carrying a vicissitudes and bitter taste

Wandering away from home and confused

And try to burst out

A tree's smile

Light up the whole summer

◎ On her mother's legs, it seemed to be tied with an invisible chain, and the length of the chain was only enough for her to walk around the kitchen and home.

Although the door was not locked, the love in her heart made her willingly lock herself for a lifetime.

—— Sanmao, "Send You a Horse"

▍"Remembering a Hard-Working Mother"

Nothing

Softer than the heart

Sharper

When there is compassion

All the obsessions

it will be completely shattered

Be strong in life

A lifetime of hard work

Mother who shielded me from the wind and rain

Sigh with compassion

Say goodbye to the world

The world behind me

Nothing has been done

The human world before my eyes

It's been stormy

-

When everything hurts

Scarred at the bottom of my heart

It is also weathered and eroded

Only memories remain

Every rain

It's all catalysts

Let the hearts of the lush

Grass is generally high and low

Indulge in storytelling

Without saying a word

It's just not to give up

When a baby is about to be born, he asks God, "I'm going to go to earth soon, but I'm so weak and helpless there."

God said, "I will send an angel to protect you, and she will wait on earth for you to come." ”

"I've heard that there are bad people on Earth, who's going to protect me?"

"Your angels will protect you, even at the risk of their lives."

"Then what's her name?"

"It doesn't matter. You can call her 'Mom.' ”

▍"Dead"

Text/Survival Carver

Death of a mother

It is the demise of a childhood

The three- or five-year-old

Only live in the heart of the mother

◎ In society with so many identities, only the children of parents are the best.

◎ The only people who are always indebted in this world are their parents, and the world of their parents is very small, only to hold us, and our world is very large, but we often ignore them.

◎ Fell asleep on the way home The dream was full of dishes cooked by my mother, but I could no longer eat them.

▍"Picking Up Ashes"

Text/Huang Meiyu

The cremator said

The mother's ashes are to be picked up by the children

-

I have a branch and a leaf on me

She planted it herself

The first sprout kissed her face

The first flower blossomed and called out to her mother

The first young leaves grow out of spring

-

The ravines on her feet run wide

Rice is dyed with cloth, fattening is carried out, and livestock are called back to the pen

Falling and getting up again and again in the snow and wind

So far, new wounds and old wounds have been piled up

I can't bear to touch the pain left by this earthly world again

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This tooth bone chews through the bark, grass roots, vajra mud

During the feeding period, we rely on vegetable puree and water to feed our hunger

Once, after washing clothes, I couldn't stand up and was carried back

The suffering is like a mountain, and I am afraid that the clip in my hand is too light

Can't help her clip it all away

-

Mother took the 5 of us to earth to settle down

The remaining skeleton is napping in the world

Her whole life was put away by me in a panic

Finally, even a bone

None stayed

◎ Home is easy to lose, as soon as people leave, the home becomes an empty house. Locked is just a house of air, leged furniture will not wait for you, rutted wooden carts will not wait for you, you lock a door, everywhere is the road, everything will go away. The red paint on the doors follows the mottled faded path, the wooden beams follow the potholed decaying road, the mud walls follow the deep and shallow weathering path, the money and bills in the chest follow the yellowed void road... Walk endlessly. ——Liu Liangcheng, "One Man's Village"

◎ If someone asks me

What was your biggest regret last year

Didn't spend much time with my mother

If heaven has a mailbox

Let's talk a little bit more about parents

If there is a festival dare not mention

That's Mother's Day.~

▍《Memorial》

Text/Oblique Sun Shadow

Pinch a daisy and collect the wind and snow

Whisper

Planted in the grave of your poverty

-

Sprinkle a handful of folded paper money

A tombstone where wrinkles breed

A small poem lights an incense candle

Remembering your warm past

-

Mother, the pear tree you planted

At the end of the year, it began to sprout again

I entrust Qingfeng with a letter to you

Filled with the fragrance of the full moon season collection

Let you not be lonely in heaven

-

I stand in the middle of the galaxy

The tears in the corners of his eyes were already snowy

The old locust tree hanging in front of your grave

-

Mountains and waters sleep in your arms

The moon is your gentle eyes

You have not left, you have hidden

native land

You are the undulating smoke of cooking

-

I am the plum in full bloom in the cold winter

With snow, perched on the branches

An aging body

Heavy as a mountain

◎ The so-called father-daughter mother-son relationship only means that your fate with him is that in this life and this life, you are constantly watching his back drift away. You stand at this end of the path, watching him fade away where the path turns, and, silently telling you with his back: No need to chase. ——Long Yingtai "Eye Sending"

◎ I did not turn on the light, and stood silently in front of the window, watching the dark night gradually weave up the sky and weave up the roof opposite. My mind tends to move when it is too quiet to be quiet anymore. I lay on my back on the couch and listened to the wind pass by the window. —— Ji Xianlin, "Missing My Mother"

▍"Wind Chirping"

Text/Yan Shicai (Gansu)

Dilapidated wood doors

Can't stop the noisy wind

Pen and paper in a school bag

Sadly

Lights

-

Mom tightened

The corners that cover my ears and ears

Fearfully

Listen to the wind

-

All night

lifetime

-

Until she went underground

An ice grass was also erected at the head of the grave

Whistle blowing

Always reminded

◎ The bluestone slab that my mother was stepping on was a broken heart, and she almost stumbled, but the burden on her hand refused to let go and handed it over to me, and I knew that as long as I lived for one day, she would not be willing to wronged me for a second.

- Sanmao

◎ When you look up, she is Hao Hao Mingyue, and when you bow your head, she is reckless earth.

◎ Love is unusual in daily life.

▍River of Dreams

Text/Yan Yu

Like the flowers swaying in the morning nursery

Like the fireworks of a summer night, one by one, they shine

The call of the soul is a heavy sigh

I heard Lotus's heartbeat

The ship breathes in the rainstorm

The chirping of geese tearing their hearts and lungs in the long air

-

A bundle of loving-kindness

A whisper of a lamb looking for its mother

The sound of paddles is heavy

The moon's shadow is mottled

There was no momentary hesitation

There is no need to think

Facing the snow-capped mountains of the White Wave Nine Paths

I jumped towards you

Like an arrow hitting a target

Like lightning across the sky

A dignified cloud burned completely

A bud of hope has completely broken the ground

On the River of Dreams

A ship of starry flowers burst forth

◎ No matter what reputation, what status, what happiness, what honor in the world, it is not as good as staying by the mother's side, even if she does not know a word.

—— Ji Xianlin, "Endowed with Eternal Regret"

▍"O Mother of Hometown"

Text/June Lotus

I flipped out old photos

Look at the rings of the years

I have crossed mountains and oceans

But it never crossed your gaze

Stay away again and again

Ear to ear again and again

The sound of exhortation penetrated into the distance

The countryside of home

Tired of bending your back

I went to the dream

Count your gray hair

Suddenly, I was shocked

My mom is old

I learned from my mother

Gently pat your back

Mom don't wake up

Rest your moans

Mom don't wake up

It's not yet dawn

◎ My most heartless cry was twice

Once, at the beginning of my life, once, at the end of your life

The first time, I won't remember, was listening to you

The second time, you won't know, and I said it's useless

But in the middle of the two cries, there was endless laughter

Over and over again, back to swing for a full thirty years

You know it, I remember it

—— Yu Guangzhong, "This Life and This World"

▍"Mother's Thoughts"

Text/Gangnam Love

Endless thoughts

Indelible sadness

When night comes

Longing for the heart to follow

-

A life-and-death separation

Forty-eight long winters

What took away was my joy

What remains is a memory along the way

-

From the moment I was given life

Your world was rewritten by me

You, forgetting yourself,

See me as a shell

-

In the alternation of black and white

The weak body could not see the fatigue

You said

It's for my tomorrow and the future

-

The sweet milk once moisturized my heart

The beautiful sleeping song still echoes in the ears

The stitches and threads on the bag are your endless love

The flickering of the candlelight became a lifelong thought

-

You rest in a pure place

Thoughts take root in my heart

Mom, I have no regrets in this life to be your son

The thoughts of you have turned into good memories

▍《Tomb》

Text/Liu Yuzhou

I buried spring in Lixia

Listen to the wind pluck the lute

The rain is weeping

The voice was a little hoarse

Spring Thunder made a final condolence

Yang Hua couldn't take care of herself

Who weaves the flowers

A wreath stands under the grave

-

But in front of the grave bloomed a flower—

-

Lace wind

Whip the horse

Rain between the flowers

Unbridled

There was a uproar in the world

Xia Lei rolled

Haunting in whose ears

Yang Hua got on the bed of which wanderer again

-

Weeds

Just grow to the fullest

Cover the grave of that spring

Proudly hold out the summer flower

Tell the world

All magnificent

They are all scars left by pain

Growth comes at a cost

"There is an initial life that only a few people in the world know, for example, your nickname, or where you touched your hand on the ground. We are like the branches and leaves of the same rain tree, although separated by thirty feet, but the same tree with the same roots, day and night, to see a rain straight to the ground, and the tree rain together, very good. --Long Yingtai "Co-Aging"

▍《Home》

Text/Thousand Winds

Once upon a time

Home is small

Small to

It's just going to be tolerated

One me

And one of her

-

Right now

Home is huge

Big

Wherever you go

It's all me

She's also there

◎ Thank you for everything you have done for me to shine throughout my life.

Mom, it's not just today that I love you,

I love you so much every day.

Whether you can still hear it or not!

I want to tell you! I love you forever! Happy Mother's Day!

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Contributor | Zhang Zhanyun / Yu Six Years / People-Oriented / Survival Carved Boat Man / Huang Meiyu / Xieyang Ruoying / Yan Shicai (Gansu)/ Yan Yu / June Lotus / Jiangnan Love / Liu Yuzhou / Qianfeng (in addition to poetry in the text ◎ Quotation sentence Part of the sentence comes from the signature and unnamed source of the invasion and deletion Thanks to the American masterpiece)

Figure | Autumn Water Like Autumn (a poem and an original handwriting) (non-handwritten figure source network invasion and deletion Thanksgiving Beauty Map)

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