Your pale fingertips touch my temple.
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt
Ah, mom.
In order to keep your fading figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke.
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf.
Afraid that cleaning will make it
Lose your unique warmth
Ah, mom.
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.
I dare not moan.
Ah, mom.
I often look up at your photos sadly.
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.
Although I have written many songs.
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom.
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
Not a torrent, not a waterfall.
It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
How can I thank you?
When I walk up to you
I want to harvest a spring breeze.
You gave me the whole spring.
How can I thank you?
When I walk up to you
I want to take a spray.
You gave me the whole ocean.
How can I thank you?
When I walk up to you
I want to pick a red leaf.
You gave me the whole maple grove.
How can I thank you?
When I walk up to you
I want to kiss a snowflake.
But you gave me a silver world.
Mountain, not as high as maternal love;
Sea, not as deep as maternal love;
God, love without a mother is vast;
Naturally, there is no mother's love and tolerance;
Sunshine is not as warm as maternal love;
Clouds are not as white as maternal love;
Flowers are not as brilliant as maternal love. mother
Who will dress us when we are cold?
Who will cook for us when we are hungry?
Who encouraged us when we failed?
Happy for us when we succeed?
She is not a robot; Not a computer,
She is my mother.
Mom is not Santa Maria,
Not Jesus,
Not god,
But she is as gentle and kind as Santa Maya.
Full of love like Jesus,
As smart as God.
Ah! Mom, that's great! love
Maybe the years have taken away your grace,
Your pale hair,
But it will never take away your kind smile?
Mom, on this special day,
Please let me express my sincere thanks!
I went to Qiu Lai in the spring of 1955.
20,075 days of hurricanes and rainstorms
Washed away
It is the floating dust of the years.
remain; stay
It is this developed root system.
Towering trees with lush foliage.
Frosty white hair
Evolved into blue silk and elegant.
Wrinkle like a sculpture
Turn into roots and roots
A constantly cutting umbilical cord.
blood-stained
It's not just the reproduction of surnames
"M-more": That's what my mother gave me too much;
"O-old": But my mother is old.
"T-tear": it is the string of tears that my mother wiped away for me;
"H heart": this is the mother's pure heart as gold;
"e-eyes": she is the loving eyes of her mother;
"R-right": It is my wish to my mother-always healthy and happy!
Put them together, and you will understand why we affectionately call: Mom!