Mom just passed by.
Give half of the umbrella for the child to shelter from the wind and rain to the mother.
Mother pushed it to me again,
Ah, the child under the umbrella,
Mom outside the umbrella.
Rain is no longer rain,
It was a tear of happiness that God sent to the world.
Life is like walking on a stormy road.
Mother is at the front.
Send some umbrellas to protect the children from the wind and rain to their mothers.
Mother pushed it to me again,
Ah, the child under the umbrella,
Mom outside the umbrella.
Rain is no longer rain,
It was a tear of happiness that God sent to the world.
Dear mom, I love you.
I will always be your child.
I always need the touch of your palm.
Dear mom, I love you.
Just like a stream's affection for a mountain.
I hug you warmly and tightly.
Selflessly cherish the warmth of spring.
I am a wild goose flying south.
The desire to be as fresh as cream.
I love you, my dear mother.
I love you, the smell of mountains, air and water.
In my youth, you designed it carefully for me.
Every second, every minute of my life.
On many bright red days
With the poetry and enthusiasm of my stream
Write poetry on your wrinkled forehead.
Pick a bunch of the brightest roses,
With all my dear words to my mother,
Mom said I was stupid,
Roses are flowers that symbolize love.
I don't know,
It is also a flower that the child gave to his mother.
I haven't heard my mother tell jokes about my childhood for a long time.
I regret it,
Those who fall asleep before listening,
Mom said, silly boy,
A mother will never finish what she has to say to her children.
-dedicated to mother