When the storm in the sky comes,
the bird hides in its nest;
when the storm in my heart comes,
I only hide in your arms.
The Creator of the world
If there be but one promise of bliss in all eternity,
I will ask with all my heart:
"I am in my mother's arms,
Mother in the canoe,
O Mother!
Leave your sorrows behind,
Let me sink soundly into your arms,
You alone are the resting place of my soul.
The tiny flower,
wanted to raise its head,
and thank the springtime for its loving dates
yet the deep kindness,
against which she was finally silenced.
O mother!
Are you that spring light?
Earth, my mother
Author: Guo Moruo
Earth, my mother!
It is dawn,
Thou hast shaken thy child from thy bosom,
and now I am creeping on thy back.
Earth, my mother!
I am on my back and I am at large in this paradise.
You are still inside that ocean,
playing some music to comfort my soul.
Earth, my mother!
I was, am, and shall be,
I eat of thee, and am clothed with thee, and am lodged with thee,
What shall I do to repay thee for thy deepest kindness?
Earth, my mother!
From now on I will not dwell in my home,
I will be in the open air,
and I will show my filial piety to thee.
Earth, my mother!
I am envious of your dutiful children,
the farmers in the fields,
who are the caretakers of all mankind,
whom you care for from time to time.
Earth, my mother!
I am envious of your dutiful sons,
the workers in that charcoal pit,
they are the Prometheus of all mankind,
you are the one who lovingly cares for them from time to time.
Earth, my mother!
I think that all men are unworthy children and grandchildren,
except the agricultural laborers,
and I am your unworthy child and grandchildren.
Earth, my mother!
I envy all the grasses and trees,
my fellow men, your children and grandchildren,
who freely, autonomously,
without division, in good health,
enjoying their endowed life.
Earth, my mother!
I envy all the animals,
especially the earthworms-
I only don't envy the birds of the air:
They are going to fly in the air without you.
Earth, my mother!
I do not want to fly in the air,
I do not want to ride in a car, or on a horse, or in socks, or in shoes,
I only want to be naked with my feet,
and always be close to you.
Earth, my mother!
You are a witness to my actuality,
I do not believe that you are just a dream bubble,
I do not believe that I am just a delusional ignorance.
Earth, my mother!
We are all Iyin born of the empty mulberry,
I do not believe that there is a father of any kind in that ethereal heaven
.
Earth, my mother!
I think that all the phenomena of the universe
are your incarnation:
Thunder is the sound of your breath,
Snow and rain are the flight of your blood.
Earth, my mother!
I think that the ethereal celestial sphere,
is but a bright mirror of thy make-up,
that the sun by day, and the taiyin by night,
is but a figment of thine own self in that bright mirror.
Earth, my mother!
I think that all the planets in that heavenly sky,
are but the vain shadows of the eyeballs of our creatures;
I believe only in thee as proof of actuality.
Earth, my mother!
I have been but an infant with undeveloped knowledge,
I have only known to covet your deep kindness,
I have not known your deep kindness, and I have not known to repay your deep kindness.
Earth, my mother!
From now on I know of your deep kindness,
I drink a cup of water,
I know it is your milk, my life spoon.
Earth, my mother!
I listen to all the voices that speak and laugh,
I know it is your song,
specifically to comfort my soul.
Earth, my mother!
All the floating vividness before my eyes,
I know it is your dance,
Specifically to comfort my soul.
Earth, my mother!
I feel the fragrant color of everything,
I know it is your gift to me,
Specifically to comfort my soul.
Earth, my mother!
My soul is your soul,
and I will strengthen my soul to
reply to you for your deep kindness.
Earth, my mother!
From now on I will repay your deepest kindness,
I know that you love me and that you will labor,
I will learn to labor as you labor, forever and ever!
Earth, my mother!
From now on I will repay your deep kindness,
I will give my blood to
nourish myself and my brothers and sisters.
Earth, my mother!
The sun in the sky - the shadow in your mirror,
is shining brightly in the sky,
and from now on I too will shine my inner light on the four tables across.
Dayan River my nanny Ai Qing
Dayan River, is my nanny.
Her name is the name of the village where she was born,
She was a child bride,
Dayan River, is my nanny.
I am the son of a landowner;
and the son of the River Dayan, who grew up
by feeding on the milk of the River Dayan.
Dayan River raised her family by raising me,
and I, who was raised on your milk,
O Dayan River, my nanny.
Dayan River, today I saw that the snow reminded me of you:
Your grass-covered grave pressed by the snow,
The dead wafers on the gable end of your closed home,
Your one-foot-square garden plot that has been allotted to you,
The moss-covered stone chairs in front of your door,
Dayan River, today I saw that the snow reminded me of you. think of you.
You took me in your arms and caressed me with your big thick palms;
After you had built the stove fire,
after you had patted the charcoal dust from your apron,
after you tasted the rice was cooked,
after you had put the dark bowl of sauce on the dark table,
after you had mended your sons' clothes torn by the mountain-side thorns,
After you wrapped your little children's hands that had been cut by the woodchipper,
After you pinched the lice from your husbands' shirts, one by one,
After you picked up the first egg of the day,
You took me in your arms with your big, thick palms and stroked me.
I am the son of a landowner,
After I have eaten all the milk of your great weir,
I am led back to my own home by the parents who bore me.
Ah, River Weir, why do you cry?
I have become a new guest in the house of my parents!
I touched the red lacquered and carved furniture,
I touched the golden pattern on my parents' bed,
I stared at the plaque on the gable top that I didn't recognize as "Heavenly Lunar Sympathy and Happiness",
I touched the silk and shell buttons on my new clothes,
I looked at the unfamiliar buttons on my mother's arms. I looked at my unknown sister in my mother's arms,
I sat on a painted kangstool with a fire bowl,
I ate rice that had been polished three times,
but I was so coy! For I
was a new guest in the house of my parents who had given me birth.
Dayan, for the sake of life,
After she had exhausted her milk,
she began to labor with the arms that had held me;
with a smile, she washed our clothes,
with a smile, she carried the basket of vegetables to the frozen pond at the edge of the village,
with a smile, she chopped turnips with the icy shavings,
with a smile, she cut the turnips,
.She smiled and dug her hands into the lees of the wheat that the pigs ate,
She smiled and fanned the fire of the stewing stove,
She smiled and carried the doughnuts to the square,
Sunning the soybeans and wheat,
Dayanhe, for the sake of life,
After she had run out of her emulsion,
She carried my arms over me and labored. , laboring away.
Dayanhe, who loved her baby,
was busy slicing the winter rice candy for him at the annual festival,
used to walk quietly to her house at the edge of the village for him,
came up to her and called her "mother" for him,
Dayanhe, who painted him in big red and green colors,
has been a great help in her work, and has been a great help to her. He drew a big red and green Guan Yunchang
and put it on the wall by the stove,
Da Yan He would praise her breast to her neighbors;
Da Yan He once had a dream she couldn't tell anyone:
in the dream, she ate her breast's wedding wine,
sitting on the brilliantly colored hall,
while her delicate daughter-in-law affectionately called her "mother". And her dainty daughter-in-law called her "mother-in-law"
............
Dayan, who loved her breast, loved her dearly!
Dayanhe, who died before she could wake up from her dream.
When she died, her breast was not beside her,
When she died, her husband, who usually scolded her, wept for her,
Five sons, each weeping sadly,
When she died, she softly called out her breast's name,
Dayanhe, who had died,
Died,
Dying, when she died, her breast was not beside her.
The Great Weir, with tears, went!
With the forty years of abuse of human life,
with the endless misery of slavery,
with a four-dollar coffin and a few bundles of straw,
with a few feet of ground where the coffin was buried,
with a handful of paper money ashes,
Dayanhe, she went away with tears in her eyes.
This is what Dayanhe did not know:
Her drunken husband had died,
The eldest son had become a bandit,
The second had died in the smoke of artillery fire,
The third, the fourth, and the fifth
Lived their days amidst the scolding of their masters and landlords.
And I, I was writing the curse given to this unjust world.
When I returned to my native land after a long drift,
in the hillsides, in the fields,
brothers bumped into each other in a more intimate way than they had done six or seven years before!
This, this is for you, the quietly sleeping Dayan River
Unknown ah!
Dayan River! Today your breasts are in prison,
writing a hymn to you,
to your purple soul under the yellow earth,
to the straight outstretched hands that have embraced me,
to the lips that have kissed me,
to your mud-black, tender face,
to your breasts that have nourished me,
to your sons, who are in prison,
and to your children, who are in prison,
and to your children, who are in prison,
this is for you, O silent, sleeping Dayan! To your sons, my brothers,
To all the earth,
My weir-like nannies and their sons,
To the weir who loves me as her own son.
Dayan River,
I grew up on your milk
your son,
I honor you
and love you!
January 14, 1933, Snow Dynasty
O Mother!
When the storm in the sky comes,
the bird hides in his nest;
When the storm in my heart comes,
I only hide in your arms.
Source: Bing Xin, "The Flourishing Star"
Mother!
You are the lotus leaf, I am the red lotus.
The raindrops in my heart have come,
Besides you,
who is my shade under the shelterless sky?
Source: Bing Xin's "Seven Past Events"
Mother, my dear mother.
It was you who brought me up,
It was you who set me free to soar.
If you compare me to an eagle,
you are the brave female eagle,
who built her nest on a cliff,
and you are still seen from time to time.
If you compare me to a baby kangaroo,
you are the graceful female kangaroo,
who protects me from the wind and rain all the time,
and your hopping steps are even more painful.
Mother's love,
You are everywhere,
and can't touch it,
feeling mother's love,
giving mother's love,
happy everywhere
The greatness of a mother's love
-Reading the "Please Remember My Mother's Birthday" and the feeling of it
Many articles praised the mother's love,
Please remember my mother's birthday.
There are many articles praising the greatness of a mother's love, and there are many people who know the greatness of a mother's love. Today, I read an article "Please Remember My Mother's Birthday" in the Reader, which really touched me after reading it, and I was convinced by that spirit.
The article tells a true story: a 35-year-old Pingdingshan City, Henan Province, Biancheng Village, Zhang Haitao, suffered from chordoma, and the condition has been deteriorating, and finally the chordoma is only 2 millimeters away from the brain stem, and can not be operated on. In order to cure him, his aged mother borrowed money from all over the world, and she was very tired and unhealthy. When Zhang Haitao learned that his disease is not saved, actually showed a smile, perhaps this is a kind of relief! Later he feebly told reporters: he is hopeless, I hope to donate their corneas to help others, but also hope to accept donors to remember their mother's birthday, and on this day for her blessing ......
This is a how touching thing ah! On her deathbed, she did not forget her old mom! How praiseworthy is this filial piety and love for one's mother!
Mother's love, as wide as the blue sky - selfless
Mother's love, as majestic as a mountain - great
Mother's love, as quiet as a lake - - kind
Mother's love, as quiet as a lake - - kind
Mother's love, as quiet as a lake - - kind
October pregnancy, mother's painstaking; teaching to be a man, mother's single-minded.
Taking care of us, our mother is meticulous; protecting us, our mother's courage is multiplied ......
Ah! Mother's love, great, pure, selfless, kind ......
Remember a poem about mother's love, vivid and touching:
Mother's love, do not pick the child's looks
Mother's love, not divided into spring, summer, autumn and winter
Mother's love, lofty and great
Mother's love, infinite loyalty
Whether you are calm or restless
Whether you fail or succeed
Mother's love is everywhere
She accompanies you through life
It's her who releases the dragon and phoenix on earth
It's her who raises the rainbow in the sky
......
This song, "Sacred Mother's Love" summarizes the essence of mother's love. Holy Mother's Love" summarizes the greatness of a mother's love and has benefited me greatly.
Mother's love, no matter what you do, she is always with you, when you are happy, she is happy; when you are sad, she is painful; when you are successful, she is joyful ......