The end of a poem praising mother.

Mother and son are affectionate.

The stars are blurred,

The moon is hazy,

Trouble sleeping's dream didn't come easily.

Think about the past,

Mother and son are affectionate.

Thousands of lines,

Love,

Thousands of needles,

The wind shakes the candle and the light is like beans.

Before dawn.

A mountain climbing trip,

As soon as the water leaves,

Say goodbye to mother and son,

I'm worried about my mother for thousands of miles.

I hope my son will become a dragon soon.

Not only for profit,

Without asking the name,

Looking forward to an early success in school,

Serve the motherland and show off your talents,

Mother smiled.