The memories are long
Through the vicissitudes of the past
Mother’s little suit
The most fashionable in the village
The black braids are in pairs
The green gauze is floating
Holding the new shoe uppers
Making a double-breasted dress for dad
Happiness is there
Hidden in mother’s smile
Father left in a hurry
Leaving us with sadness that we can’t get rid of
The forty-one-year-old mother
has no time to hesitate
From now on, her shoulders
will bear all the suffering
We don’t lack new clothes
We don’t lack the delicious food
I just regret that this winter night is too long
In the dark
Longing gradually becomes Frost
Looking forward to my mother returning home during the Chinese New Year
Standing on the wall and looking around
I still can’t see my mother entering the village
“Thinking” Growing like crazy in my heart
But it also becomes a disaster day by day
Gentleness cannot penetrate strength
On the way to a long voyage
Love is sure Packed in mother’s luggage
Mother’s steel-like palms
support us to grow
and also support smiling faces one after another
Thirty years of time
Desolate and unforgettable
Mother’s back is still long
Now our black hair is getting gray
The road back home I don’t feel like I have grown up
A familiar village
The glass windows are bright
My mother is sitting on the earthen bed with a smile
Today
Children call me mother
You must be healthy and enjoy the blessings
The laughter is also hearty