Classic Poem

The sky throbs, I grope for the lamp
All of a sudden in full flesh and blood
My mother
The lamp in her eyes, blood all over her face—I shriek…

'Mother and Motherland'

Passing through the tree-leaves it sparkles upon the green
You’re my sun on the face of clouds
I see you arriving drenched in each shower
As if you come planting paddy seedlings somewhere sowing blood
A rainbow comes flying along with your glance…
Swaying in the autumnal fields
Endearing mother of mine
The raw-turmeric air of my heart