Poem to mother

Source:Yuncheng News Net

□Sun Zhuhong

Weave a braid in front of the mirror

I can’t make it out

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Mother’s Taste

Mama’s twisted braids

Like branches of a small tree

Swing in the wind

The joy of becoming a childhood

Small school bag cross-body

It is the hope that my mother put together a piece of rag

Hope

Warm nest with cloth

Under the lamp

Time turns the green hair into white hair

Sunlight falls into the pond

It is as cold as night

Wooden walking stick

Mom turned the suffering into a strong

No matter how tall the building

I can’t see the smoke in the alley

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Simmons

After all, it’s not warm enough for a local kang

On the gate pier

Mom faces the direction of the sun

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