Mom!
That must be you,
I heard it,
Hand embroidered cloth shoes,
The sound of stepping on the ground.
Ever since I was a baby, listen,
I always hear that I am wearing a green military uniform.
When I woke up in my military camp dream,
It seems that your gentle footsteps came to my bed,
Get ready to cover me with bare arms,
When I feel thirsty in the cat's ear hole,
I close my eyes,
As if I heard you again, your gentle steps came to me,
Prepare to bring me a bowl of sweet dumplings.
Mom, 20 years ago,
When I was knocked down at the front line by the enemy's evil bullets,
I want you to close your eyes for me,
With your gentle hands,
Touch my cheek again,
Let me, in the dark,
Touch the hard calluses on your hands again.
Mom, how much I want to tell you,
When I fell,
My spear,
Point to the other side of the enemy position,
Mom, I want to prove to you,
As a soldier,
I didn't embarrass you.
Mom, for 20 years,
Me and my loyal brothers,
Standing silently in the front line of the past,
My former brothers and sisters have been here,
They bring us laughter,
They poured out their hearts to us,
They shed tears on the graves,
Flowers, wine, alcohol and cigarettes,
And the red and tender faces of their descendants.
however
Without mother's irreplaceable touch,
The loneliness in my heart,
Can never be sent away.
Mom, for 20 years,
You've come a long way, a long way,
Mom, for 20 years,
I know this is hard for you, hard,
I don't blame you,
Because you don't have enough money,
Mom, you came empty-handed,
Without any sacrifice,
I don't blame you,
Because you don't have enough money
Mom, I understand,
You haven't eaten yet,
Unfortunately, I can't be filial to you,
I can only look at you speechless.
Mom,
Your crying is so bitter,
I know you think it's too late,
Mom,
You patted me on the head so helpless,
I understand you're asking why it takes 20 years.
Mom,
For thousands of other mothers,
You and I have made contributions that we don't regret.
Mom,
Behind you,
Is the rapid development of noise,
This is a golden night of feasting,
Is the luxury of flying in the clouds,
But,
How do you feel, mom?
I don't want any extra care,
A "martyr" is enough,
I just want the next Qingming,
My mother,
Touch my tombstone again,
Because of my mother,
There are not many 20 years left.