When I was young,
Mother's love is hidden in her arms,
Grab it, it's hot.
After school.
Mom's love is hidden in the schoolbag,
Carrying it on your back is heavy.
After leaving home,
Mom's love is hidden in the photo,
Look at it and laugh.
Ah!
Mother's love.
You are everywhere,
Right next to me.
Morning on campus
The wind took away the snoring at night,
The campus wakes up from a sweet dream,
The morning breeze brushed her eyes,
The quiet campus suddenly became lively.
Big sister walked into the campus,
Carrying a schoolbag,
Talking and laughing with classmates.
Big brother ran into the campus,
Have a snack,
Eating with relish.
Pupils skipped into the campus,
Carrying a colorful schoolbag,
Play games with my classmates.
Beautiful class music began,
Like an oriole singing,
The students entered the classroom in an orderly way.
The campus echoed with the sound of reading.
The teacher hurried into the classroom,
With a thick handout in his hand,
Send students a wealth of knowledge,
A new day has begun.
The teacher's smile
The teacher's smile
It's a sail in the wind.
No wind
Where can I find a sailboat?
This is the morning dew.
No dew
Where are the colorful sunlight reflected?
The teacher's smile
It is the sugar in students' hearts.
No sugar
How can I taste the sweetness in my mouth?
The teacher's smile
This is a kite in my dream.
No dreams
No kite can fly so high and so far.
"I use my damaged palm."
I used my injured palm.
Explore this vast land:
This corner has been reduced to ashes,
That corner is just blood and mud;
This lake should be my hometown,
(In spring, the embankment is full of flowers.
There is a strange smell when the tender willow branches are broken. )
I touched the coolness of seaweed and water;
The snow peaks in Changbai Mountain are freezing cold.
The water and sediment of the Yellow River slip through the fingers;
The rice fields in Jiangnan are so soft ... now there is only Artemisia scoparia;
Litchi flowers in Lingnan are lonely and withered,
There, I was immersed in the bitter water of the South China Sea without fishing boats. ...
Invisible palms swept the mountains without complaint,
Fingers stained with blood and ash, palms stained with darkness,
Only the far corner is still intact,
Warm, clear, firm and vigorous spring.
On it, I stroked it with my broken palm,
Like a lover's soft hair, a baby's milk.
I put all my strength in my palm.
Put it on, send love and all hope,
Because there is only the sun, no spring,
Will dispel the haze and bring Su Sheng,
Because it's the only place where we don't live like animals,
Die like an ant ... there, eternal China!