I hope the children in the world can repay their parents as their parents treat themselves.
The whole poem is as follows:
There is Shuang Yan on the beam, a male and a female. Between two rafters, a nest gave birth to Si Er. Si Er is a long day and night, and the voice of asking for food is diligent. Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday. Paws are eager for us, but they are not tired. For a moment, I was afraid of hunger in my nest. After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter. Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one. Once the wings are formed, lead them to the branch of the court. Raise your wings and fly in the wind without looking back. Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return. But to enter the empty nest and sing all night. Yan Yan, don't be sad, but think about yourself. Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother. At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.