Mother is as warm as the sun.
Love is ancient and elegant,
When the deep sea dries up, so does love.
Who in the world is as kind as the old father,
Who loves you more than your mother?
I can't repay my love in this life, and my mother's love deeply moistens my life.
A little care seems silent.
Pregnant in October, thousands of partners,
The adopted son burst into tears for 20 years.
Who is suffering, who is talking about it,
Can millions of gold and silver be cleared?
It's hard for a tree to love it old,
Can a good pen describe eternal love?
The cold department is very busy in all aspects.
Time flies and the moonlight is cold.
Every time I leave,
When will you get tired?
Sophora japonica is wrinkled with water,
The willow mist is full of sadness.
Goodbye, old Yan, loving mother,
The blue silk turned into frost.
In May, with the grace of Fanghua,
Qian Qian's absolute feelings are real.
Work hard, it snows every year,
Year after year, spring turns green and grows taller.
The moon is round and misses the distance.
The city is full of willow smoke.
Lightning, how can lightning stop? When will the loving mother work hard?
Tears flowed from every word.
I'm sorry that the rain overturned thousands of feet of waves,
Aisi smashed Wan Niantao.
When this song is sad for wine and the moon,
Overlooking the railing, I hate obstacles.
Who can complain about this melancholy,
Endure to climb the Maoyi Pengba Bridge?
A thousand miles of love is fiercer than rain.
We will make it up in the afterlife.