Shenzhen Business Daily Reading Client "Reading and Reading"
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Recitation: Zhao Yu (Shenzhen Business Daily, Reader Client Anchor)
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"Mother blew out the oil lamp, but she couldn't extinguish the moon"
Author: Ma Xing
Mother blew out the oil lamp
I want to repel my father's tide with sleep
But Mother can't extinguish the moon in the sky
The silver moonlight is like a tide
It always comes in through windows and thresholds
Makes the mother's sleep shake
There is only a Category 12 typhoon on the Leizhou Peninsula
in order to blow out the round moon for his mother
There is only a Category 12 typhoon on the Leizhou Peninsula
to make my father's clogs crackle
Father's clogs are the boat of my mother's heart
It stopped at the bedside and the boat returned to port
The moon pulls up the tide no matter how big it is
Mother was not worried about her father's ship
The tide doesn't always swell in a mother's dreams, either
Since my father's boat was laid ashore on the shore
They don't care about the moon and the typhoon anymore
Even the stove and joy of the world
"Dreaming of Calling My Mother"
Author: Ma Xing
I want to call my mother, but I don't have my mother's number
I searched all over the world and asked everyone I knew
I searched all over the world
The mother suddenly appeared in the crowd that looked like a fleeing crowd
It's like being on a construction site for a water conservancy project
The crowd was pushed by the tide towards an abyss
The mother kept looking back, holding the number in her hand
The soldiers were in chaos, rolling up the dust that covered the sky and the sun
I chased after it desperately with my mobile phone in hand, but I walked into the classroom of the college entrance examination
A question that can be answered with eyes closed can clog up the brain
Seeing that the clock was approaching, the tide swept away the mother
I still can't remember my mother's number
I searched for thousands of villages and thousands of roads
Finally there is news of my mother
When I dial the number
But I was woken up by the sound of the bad news
I got up and wiped away my tears, thinking about my mother's illness
A few nightmarish days
We didn't have a phone then
Mother's body is shaken
The eldest brother ran to the town and shook the phone to my unit
so that the bell rings like a viper
Every time it sounds, my heart trembles
My God
Author: Ma Xing
Thirty years ago, I still had a mother
Ten years ago, I still had a father
I am a lotus with roots and a fish with sea
Now, I'm separated from my parents on either side, with a sea of tears in between
They became my gods
There are joys, sorrows, mistakes, and difficulties
I could only kneel before their graves, confess and pray
Parents, in the world
You are parents, give me a warm home
In the ancestral hall, you are my kneeling tablets
Let my every tear flow
It is both salty and sweet
Ma Xing (Chen Ma Xing), a member of the Chinese Writers Association, graduated from Tsinghua University and Hong Kong Chinese University majoring in FMBA in finance, worked in Shenzhen enterprises, and authored four poetry collections, including "Maite Village, 1961" and "Knocking on the Door", and won the Haiyan Poetry Award and the first Lu Yi Literature and Art Award Poetry Award.