Schoolbags on the shoulders of left-behind children
Write the bright road.
footstep
move towards
Thousands of miles away
Teachers use the sun.
Play the bell
hill
Language on the blackboard
boiling hot
Grandma stood in front of the door
a snowflake
land
Put the smoke on the roof.
String together
silver thread
Parents of left-behind children are busy working outside the home.
The children were left alone in the countryside.
Grandparents can't help it,
Live in a daze and be on tenterhooks.
For left-behind children in rural areas,
Full of expectation and yearning.
Those pure eyes make the mountains.
Suffer from poverty, hunger and cold
Your childish faces
Show a bitter face
When you came into this world,
Surrounded by suffering
In your little hearts,
Premature health has tasted the hardships and tests of life.
I understand, son.
The desire in your eyes
Because I used to be a child in the mountains.
Like you, eager
Happy as a city child.
Longing for the companionship and care of parents
Eager for new clothes, new schoolbags and new shoes
You should also have a pair of cotton gloves,
Look at your hands, son,
Cracks frostbitten by cold weather.
It must have hurt,
This must be heartbreaking. Deep?
Son, you have never had the confidence and confidence of a city child.
In your timid eyes
What I see is too much pain.
Look into your eyes, it makes people
Heart Good pain
Son, I know you long for it.
Eager to get rid of poverty
Eager to get out of the mountains
Longing for more happiness,
Satisfy your little heart
Children, your hearts,
It's so pure.
So strong-willed
Your environment is so bad
Still don't forget your dreams.
Don't forget your mission
Or pick up the textbook in your hand
Read your best wishes.
Children, stand up.
With your unyielding perseverance
Overcome suffering
Conquer oneself
After that, he stood on the shoulders of the giant.
Shout: long live mankind, love transmission!