A wild goose flew from the south
It lay in my house and planted a big white egg
——A riddle song my mother taught me when I was a child
I don’t know how many times I have sung it
This goose is my mother’s spinning wheel
How many years have I spent with my mother
I remember the countryside Those hard years
My mother cranked the spinning wheel happily under the oil lamp
In order to give her children clothes to wear
In order for the family to have money to buy salt< /p>
Mother holds tears and bitterness
Holds strength and hope
Spring, summer, autumn and winter shake the spinning wheel
The spinning wheel buzzes Joy
Shake and shake
Shake until the stars fall asleep
Shake until the moon tilts its head to look
Buzzing and spinning, the spinning wheel turns
The silver thread spun by my mother is constantly being pulled
It is spun into thread and woven into cloth
It is strong and sweaty
It is comfortable and comfortable Good-looking
Who wouldn’t praise mom for her cleverness and skill
Like a fairy falling into the world
Wearing the old coarse cloth spun by mom
Summer Refreshing
Warm in winter
It feels sweet to wear it in spring and autumn
Better than foreign high-grade cloth
Better than silk than satin
p>Several times of chemical fiber fabrics
There is no old coarse cloth from my mother that I like
The buzzing spinning wheel
Mom< /p>
It is both like a cow plowing the land in the field
and like a silkworm working hard to spin silk
Finally, it spins a happy year for its children
We were supposed to have a good few years
But one day
My mother unfortunately passed away
The tears of my children
The flow continues
Just like the thread my mother spun back then
Wipe away my tears and look at the sky
My mother turned into a fairy in the sky
Her spinning wheel also turned into a wild goose
Spreading its wings and flying into the blue sky and clouds
The white clouds floated thousands of miles away
Just like the cotton spun by mother
The sun and the moon are the shuttles in mother's hands
She once again turned into a fairy and came to the world
Worked as a technical instructor in China Textile
Rejuvenated The skills are evident
The old coarse cloth woven here
is like beautiful clouds floating all over the sky
warming the whole world
The world is full of flowers< /p>