-Give it to my mom.
In the field of life
I am one of your sorghum.
It can resist drought and waterlogging.
Always hold your head high and smile.
It will brew hardship into sweetness.
It hopes to grow ears of grain.
I want to be like it.
Parents who never forget the loess in their hearts
On the road of life
I am one of your poplars.
It is tall and strong.
Always singing against the wind and rain
It buries its sadness in its heart.
It puts the ideal in the landscape.
I want to be like it.
To be a man is to be upright.
In the world of life
I am one of your stars.
It's ordinary and small.
Always shining the light of the sky.
It turns life into a heart lamp.
It has faith in its longing.
I want to be like it.
A beautiful place to sublimate life.
Mom.
my dear mother
I am the flower in your life.
I am the harvest of your hard work all your life.
I want to be like you.
The stars overhead haunt the loess Dojo.