The little finger is tender and hairy, her eyes are narrowed, and her lips don't smile;
Crying when you can't speak, and crying when you are pregnant.
Crying in the middle of the night is wet, and loving mothers are even dirtier;
Chen Ming whispered endlessly, and the loving father put on his clothes and went to bed.
When I first heard the voice calling my parents, my parents and I were extremely happy.
I hope my daughter will live happily in Mo You.