The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Stars in the Ice Heart (80)
Mom!
My hair
Put it on your knee,
This is the silk you gave me.
Mom!
Put aside your troubles,
Let me fall into your arms,
Only you are the destination of my soul.
Stars 159
Mom.
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hides in its nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I can only hide in your arms.
People who praise their fathers have never heard of it.