Mom, before she could speak, tears came out of her eyes.
Mom, I heard you calling your child's name,
Mom, I saw your weather-beaten white hair,
Mom, I know you've been waiting for twenty Tomb-Sweeping Day.
My mother is poor and wears an old headscarf.
Mother is poor, and maternal love is hard to find.
Mother is poor and still wears simple old clothes.
My mother is very poor, and she only wants to meet thousands of miles without sacrifice.
Twenty years, day and night,
Twenty years, Chunhua Qiushi tears wash the sky.
In the past twenty years, Qianshan has been blocked by layers.
It's been 20 years, and my sweet words are buried in my heart.
Mom, let your son smooth the wrinkles on your face.
Mom, let your son dry the tears from your eyes.
Mothers are unfilial. Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety have never been complete.
You know, the unfilial son is a hero in the front line of Laoshan.
You know, dying for your country is loyalty to your motherland.
Mom, we don't cry when we meet. Smiling is the best reward.
Mother, the rugged mountain road is difficult to walk, but the old cold legs can be light.
Mom, we don't envy other people's feasts and wealth.
Mother, for the peace of the country, for the happiness of mothers all over the world,
Mom, we learned to sacrifice and ask for nothing in return. Why did it take so long to meet?
Mom, my son still wants to eat your sweet potato peony corn rice.
Mom, I went back to my hometown in my dream that day, and my old look changed.
Mom, let's meet our childhood friends and listen to the strong local accent.
Mother, we had a lusheng, drank a bowl of old wine and got drunk on the moon.
Let's sing and dance around the bonfire and sing the song of peace until dawn.
Inscription: Due to economic difficulties, the mother came to her son's grave for the first time 20 years after the sacrifice of Zhao Zhanying martyr (the front-line fighting hero of Laoshan). I finished writing this poem with tears in my eyes, and my heart was filled with emotion.