Bing Xin's childhood poems

backbone

Once when I was a child, I suddenly walked up to my mother and asked, "Mom, why on earth do you love me?" "Mother put down her needle and thread, put her cheek on my forehead and said gently and without hesitation," No, just because you are my daughter! 」

Kid! I don't believe anyone else in the world can say such a thing! The word "why not" came out of her mouth, so decisive that she didn't look back! She loves me, not because I am "Bing Xin" or all the hypocritical names and titles in other people's world; Her love is unconditional, the only reason is that I am her daughter. In short, her love is to filter out everything, erase everything, open the lid around me layer by layer, let me become the element of "now me" and love myself directly!

If I go behind the scenes, change my 20-year history and everything, and then walk out in front of her, no one in the world knows me. As long as I am her daughter, she will still surround me with her strong and endless love. She loves my body, her soul, everything about me, past, future and present!

The stars in the sky, like showers, fell on the sea before making a loud noise; The waves are surging like mountains; All buildings revolve on the ground; The sky is like a blue paper roll; Leaves are flying in the air, birds return to their nests and animals hide in caves: in the chaos of Vientiane, as long as I can find her and throw myself into her arms, everything in the world will believe her! Her love for me will not change because of all the destruction!

Her love is not only around me, but also around all the people who love me; And because she loves me, she also loves the children in the world, and she loves the mother in the world even more. Kid! Tell you a sentence that children think is extremely simple and adults think is extremely profound: "This is how the world was built! 」

Paper boat-send it to mom

I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper.

Save it forever.-Save it,

Folding into a very small boat,

Throw it into the sea from the boat. //

Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,

Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.

I still fold every day and never give up.

I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go. //

Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,

Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.

This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.

Wanshui Qian Shan, please let it go home with her love and sorrow!