Your pale fingertips touch my temple. I can't help holding on to your skirt like when I was a child. My mother tried to keep your disappearing figure. Although the morning light has cut my dream into smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time. I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth. Mother's years are as ruthless as running water, and she is afraid that her memory will fade. How dare I open its screen easily? Now I'm crying to you for a thorn. Now I wear a watch and dare not moan. Mom, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if I call to penetrate the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this. Although I have written many songs about flowers, sea and dawn, my sweet and tender memories are not rapids or waterfalls, but flowers and trees.
2. "Grateful parents"
There is a saying that is the kindest, a phone call is the most beautiful, there is a person who should be most grateful, and there is a person who should be most grateful. She is-"Mom" and he is-"Dad". Mother's hands are thick, and she gives her father a gentle touch. He straightened my spine, which made my mother's eyes blind. She gave my father bright eyes and deepened his wrinkles. I gradually forgot to be moved and forgot to say thank you.