Ah, mom,
In order to keep your aging figure,
Although the morning light cuts dreams into smoke,
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf,
Afraid that cleaning will make it
Lose your unique warmth.
Ah, mom,
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid my memory will disappear,
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried out to you for a thorn,
Now that I'm wearing a police uniform, I dare not,
I dare not moan.
Ah, mom,
I often look up at your photos sadly,
Even if the call can penetrate the loess,
How dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the gift of love like this,
Although I have written many songs,
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom,
My sweet, soft and deep memory,
Not rapids, not waterfalls,
It is an ancient well that can't sing among flowers and trees.
Recite the following two songs together.
(Mother Yin)+
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
mother
Thin mother
After I was born,
It flows into a river.
She gambled for most of her life.
Choosing me is the most painful.
Flowing in the mother river
I didn't cook fish.
I choose to be a bumpy sail.
Towards my dream of blue sea.
Mother used the purest life.
On a stormy day
Correct my wrong route
Gravel that has been deposited at the bottom of the water for many years.
Gradually submerge the mother river
Where is my master?
Become more powerful
Mother, the most beautiful river in the world.
Combine youth with the last drop of water.
Was injected into my blood.
He gradually exposed the dry river bed.
Standing in the blue sea
Mom wants to see you.
I will be the bravest sailor.
Praise mother.
In my dream, I once again returned to my mother's arms (mother's arms)
Mother's gentle and sweet nursery rhymes still ring in my ears (mother's voice)
Warm body temperature permeates my delicate body (mother's temperature).
A happy face always overflows with a little joy (mother's face)
Countless strands of black hair are so beautiful in my eyes (mom's hair)
(My childhood, youth)
After a long time, my mother's arms became the escalator (mother's arms) where I grew up.
Soft and sweet nursery rhymes have been replaced by nursery rhymes taught by my mother (mother's voice)
Warm body temperature sometimes warms my body (mother's body temperature).
Sometimes there are surprises on my face (mother's face)
My head is covered with black hair, trying to show the first sign of turning white (mom's hair).
(My youth, prime of life)
Suddenly, my mother's arms are no longer my only one (mother's arms)
The children's old nursery rhymes became an exhortation to me (mother's voice)
A person's body temperature no longer needs the protection of his mother (mother's body temperature)
A wrinkled face is full of joy (mother's face)
I can't forget the silver silk with gray temples (mother's hair) for a long time before my eyes.
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Looking back suddenly, my mother's arms are banks that will never collapse (mother's arms)
All the words in the child's heart are so echoing (mother's voice)
Give the child's temperature without leaving any trace (mother's temperature)
Vicious cheeks are the truest memory of history (mother's face)
Just like silver hair is the most beautiful thing in the world (mother's hair)
Shu Ting: Oh, Mom.
Your pale fingertips touch my temple.
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt
Ah, mom.
In order to keep your fading figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke.
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf.
Afraid that cleaning will make it
Lose your unique warmth
Ah, mom.
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.
I dare not moan.
Ah, mom.
I often look up at your photos sadly.
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.
Although I have written many songs.
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom.
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
Not a torrent, not a waterfall.
It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.
I praise my mother.
Mother is a boat,
Take me to the seaside,
With her keen eyes,
Show me the way.
Mother is a trickle,
Moisten my tender heart,
With her sweet milk,
Raise me to grow up.
Mother is a white cloud,
Take me anywhere,
In her gentle voice,
Tell the history of the motherland.
Mother is a big tree,
Protect my healthy growth,
With her strong arms,
Drive away all intrusions.
Mother is a spring breeze person,
Blow up everything in the world,
She took light steps,
Brought great vitality.
Mother is a hymn,
All over China,
With her beautiful melody,
It has influenced a new era.
Ah, mom!
You are the source of everything,
You created life,
You have continued history.
I praise you, dear mother!