A transparent stream is as clear as a mother's eyes.
In spring, your eyes are gorgeous;
In summer, your eyes are full of green;
In autumn, your eyes are clear;
in winter, you are tired-close your eyes and stop singing.
You take in the clouds in the blue sky, the sunset glow at dusk and the stars in the night sky; Still left my childhood figure.
ah! The rustling sugarcane forest by this stream and the sweet wind once blew my childhood dreams! I'm lying beside you, feeling happy on my mother's chest ...
You are an ancient song in our life-
You see the procession riding donkeys coming, and some suona play sad music;
You saw some burly men carrying heavy wooden coffins and sending the old man up the hillside.
You also heard: the unicycle at the foot of the mountain groaned in the poor land with a creaking and dumb voice ...
Without you, who would leave us with natural colors;
who will record the sorrow and joy of the mountain people for us?
transparent stream, you gave me a pair of eyes that can distinguish colors.
when I am by your side and find myself a teenager, I have to go far.
send me out of the mountain like you raised my mother!
Comments: At the beginning of the article, the stream is regarded as "mother's eyes", and then the colors revealed in the "eyes" in spring, summer, autumn and winter are written. This is not only a song for the stream, but also a song for my mother, because this stream once "left my childhood figure" and made me enjoy the happiness like a mother's love: she remembered everything that happened in the ravine, "the sadness and joy of the mountain people" and raised her. The stream is a song, the mother is a song, and the article itself is also a sad lyric folk song. Stream, my mother. Mother, just like this stream.
it should be about 4 words.