Father is a mountain and mother is a river.
The green mountains and green waters are crystal clear.
Like a huge landscape.
I've seen photos for thousands of years.
The feelings of the farming people are deeply buried in the land.
Year after year of cultivation and sowing.
Rooting and sprouting from generation to generation
Grow sturdily into a pine tree and feed it into a mermaid in the river.
Seasons change, pine trees become talents, and rivers flow far away.
The moonlight is white, the needle is white and the spring breeze is green.
One day I stood in front of this landscape again.
Suddenly, I found that Song Qing was old and the river was about to wither.
My parents stood in front of the door with smiles on their faces.
The old house behind him is getting more and more lonely.
Disclaimer: This is done by "Lao Wu" of our team. Because of something, I published it on his behalf ~ ~ ~