Modern Poetry
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妈妈
Xiong Hong
When I know you, I was ten
You xxxv round face you are a mother
Your love is full of pot bath
Warm, almost made me float
But there was
Love you
Closed, and tighten
Maybe you think kids grow up, do not have to love
Perhaps, there is no disaster
Perhaps the mother unintentional errors
Is my greatest disaster
I have good disease and other diseases
I thirty-five
You just sixty
See you again, round and round face, her mother
If I, only two face to face
You are at one end to the
I take at one end
This time you are Flowing, I pond
You are the tears of Nagareizumi
I am a quiet pond
December 1975 Yonghe
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