Ever since you came into this world,
Mom, besides excitement, there are countless worries.
Looking at other people's children,
So carefree, carefree,
You tremble in the cold wind.
I can only rub my little hands that are red with cold.
Looking into your hungry eyes,
Cruel to say:
Son, don't go until you are hungry!
Behind the dazzling red window,
The aroma of so many foods is too tempting;
Gorgeous clothes in the shopping mall make people feel more comfortable.
A biting cold current swam all over the body,
Looking back:
Kids,
You're fragile and ragged,
Without saying a word,
Hold my hand tightly,
Bite tight. Small mouth oozing blood,
When I was young,
Suffered the sorrow of the world prematurely.
Food and clothing,
A normal life,
It has become a luxury for you and me.
Kids,
You chose the wrong one. When you were born,
I also chose the wrong hand,
Your mother, too poor, too poor!
I'm so poor that I only have one pair of hands.
I can't give you food and clothes,
There can be no childish time.
What may teach you is to ask for help,
Most of the time,
All I got was a contemptuous look,
Hold your head up in front of others.
I feel guilty.
Tears can only flow to the heart.
There are also many people who want to seduce your mother.
Said that as long as anything happened,
You can have food and clothing.
There are also many people who want to teach you to reach out quietly.
You can get rich without blowing off dust.
Kids,
Your mother, though she has nothing,
But I want to teach you to hold your head high,
As a man, you can have nothing,
But we can't live without ambition and self-indulgence.