Poetry rewrites Bing Xin's Lotus Leaf Mother.

In the yard of my hometown,

Red lotus ice flute, my grandfather said it was Huarui.

What a long time!

I can't see the red lotus in my memory.

At that time,

Thunder and lightning, stormy night,

Red-violet leans in the rain, helpless,

The brave and kind lotus leaf!

Rain or shine, I bend over to protect beautiful flowers!

Mom!

You are like a lotus leaf, I am a red lotus,

The raindrops in my heart are coming,

Except you, who am I hiding under the naked sky?