Walking in a hurry, spring breeze.
Fragrant chrysanthemums bloom with mother's smile.
Call with me.
Urged me to climb to the top of the high mountain.
Mom, how are you?
The silent cemetery echoed with my greetings.
The pine forest is solemn, so I don't wake my mother.
The mountain breeze gently brushed the sleeping figure of mother.
I returned to the warm embrace.
Old events and old movies have turned into warm dreams.
Mom, how are you?
My greetings interact with mountains and forests.
Birds sing together, quiet and magnificent.
A loving mother's voice emerges from the spring water in Ying Ying.
Familiar lullaby
Put it gently in your ear.
Affectionate and considerate.
Kindness and kindness are a trickle.
Mom, how are you?
I threw my greetings into the sky.
Mother's laughter came from the depths of white clouds.
Unforgettable your three-foot platform
Remember that your tongue has been cultivated all your life.
Now Qian Fan is far away.
I saw peaches and plums all over the mountain.
I looked down at the tombstone.
Infinite grief penetrates the loess layer
The spring breeze is very warm, and every inch of grass begins to flourish.
Mother's blood
The torrent in my heart
Go to sleep, mom.
In the mountains, among the flowers
In my heart