Don't forget your parents.
The child's voice:
People are born with a good nature.
The same nature varies from upbringing to upbringing.
Without education, there will be deviations. ...
Lyrics: chasing the wind
Composer: Zhai Jingwei
Singing: chasing the wind
Arranger: Zhai Jingwei remix: Niu Bing
Producer/producer: Zhai Jingwei
What a familiar ballad
Let me remember Chinese virtues.
Thank my parents for giving me life.
Brought me up with great pains.
No matter where you go,
Children are the concern of parents all their lives.
No matter how tall you are.
The usual way to honor parents.
It is said that adopting a son is to prevent old age.
Don't let parents keep an empty nest.
Crows know how to feed back.
What is it that a person does not report in his life?
As the saying goes, filial piety is the first of all virtues.
Parents, um, endless information.
Happiness is everywhere.
Chinese virtues are handed down from generation to generation.
(Chinese virtues are handed down from generation to generation)
Ten kneeling mothers are grateful.
As soon as mother knelt down,
Foster children and biological mothers,
Ten months pregnant,
Mother worked hard day and night,
Eating less and less,
I feel sick all over,
At the time of delivery,
Regardless of life;
Second, kneel down to mother's kindness,
The pain is in my heart,
All over the body,
I feel sick all over,
As a son and a woman,
Drive away ghosts,
Mother's kindness
, better than the East Sea;
Third, kneel down to mother's kindness,
My son is swimming outside,
Children travel thousands of miles,
Mom is worried about Wan Li,
Love flowers and wine,
Seek the lowest,
Leaving his wife, children and mother behind;
Kneeling four times, mother was grateful,
Children need their mother's company,
Give the baby one bite at a time,
Sweet to the bitter mother's throat,
My son is white and fat,
Mother is as thin as a pole;
Nine kneeling mothers were grateful,
Miss Niang fainted,
Sick in bed, tears streaming down her face,
I cried my mother,
Called mother,
The son is not filial,
Mother adds sorrow;
Ten kneeling mothers are grateful,
After raising a child for 30 years,
Thirty years of unfilial,
Mother broke her heart;
Mom, don't cry,
I want to say something,
Mother smiled,
The children sing.