Is a stepping stone to the beautiful scenery,
Mother's arms,
Is a shelter from the wind and rain,
In young memories,
We are spoiled,
Enjoy being loved and spoiled;
How can such a memory be forgotten?
Dad's figure,
It's the guardian on his way to school,
Mom's busyness,
It's the satisfaction of coming home tired.
In the years of running,
We are fearless,
Urgently demanding warm salary,
How can such a memory be forgotten?
How can I forget my father's words?
How can I forget my mother's nagging,
Is the expectation of going home often,
There is also the yearning that often makes people feel at ease;