Xiaoxi, the voice of childhood
The last time I kissed you
I was beaten and scolded by my mother and pulled away
My eyes were red from crying
Many times after that I babbled in my sleep
I woke up due to choking on water
Xiaoxi, you are like the sound of nature
Let me pick them up
Spring flowers and summer willows
Autumn fish and winter snow
Xiaoxi, you are like a streamer
My shadow can support a building Small bridge
Just put a willow leaf and it can become a small boat
Telling a story can last forever
Beside you
I don’t know how to look down. How many times have I watched the blue sky
How many times have I dreamed of flying into the sky
Only when the sun returns home
do I suddenly hear my mother’s long cry< /p>
I am sleepy in a foreign land
My heart stretches out its tentacles and lies on your cool stone
Sinking quietly at the bottom of the water
Look A string of bubbles swims far away
The creek, the voice of childhood
My hometown is getting farther and farther away
But you are getting closer and closer
Damn it Scolding is still a theme