Mom's handwriting/rainy season plums
These are a pair of mother's hands
Warm and gentle
In every sunset< /p>
Farewell to the stars and greet the rainbow
Gently pass through my black hair
Leave a lingering fragrance for a long time
That’s my mother Hands
In my life
Sow a string of sunshine of love
Little by little
Melt the thick Fog thorns
As red as fire
Decorated with branches in early spring
Caressing mother's hand
My heart is A trace of pain
The deep lines
are the footprints of the child's growth
Step by step
In the first ray of the morning In the sunshine
The most beautiful flower blooms
That is mother
The smiling cheek in the wind