Poems written to parents in English, with translation.

Father's endless blue sky, a mysterious castle peak, endless tranquility, a deep and vibrant earth where mortals and nature are one, However, Tanaka's chance is the beautiful music of the ridge, the wind, the waves, the notes of the crops, the nine-winding mountain road, the cho rd of the universe, the light footsteps of the fathers, the rushing sweat hitting the life, the canals dug by the years, the agitation of the waves, and the protruding force of the development, the spirit of building the Great Wall, from which the moonlight extends to moisten the silent night water house, and Takon drives away all fatigue. I feel a white mirror shining in harmony by snoring. My father's blue sky is a long time, a dark green mysterious mountain is quiet and deep, the vast land is full of vitality, what a harmonious opportunity between man and nature, and the ridges in the fields. The beautiful staff, the grain dancing with the wind, the jumping notes, the zigzag mountain road, the strings of heaven and earth, and the light footsteps of my father are actually the swan song of life. Sweat rushes in the canal dug by the years, stirring the waves of development, and the protruding blue veins are the Great Wall built by strength. The spirit of Gong Yu moving mountains extends from here, and the moonlight moistens this quiet night. The running water in front of the house took away all the fatigue. I touched it. The peace in snoring also feels the light of white hair in the mirror. When the eternal mother opens her eyes for the first time, the first person that the freshmen see is the very lively mother's kindness and iron fence. T. His tears-1 eyes don't blink, and you will stare at you carefully. You will instinctively be ignorant of the heartbeat rhythm, and you can't express your feelings. After you can't help crying loudly, how many days and nights to take care of your son, you finally stand upright, instead of waiting. Go straight to a treasure that calls for life first-mother, this is the most moving upstream of the primitive bedding world, no matter how many languages rhyme, this is the only one that shouts the same thing. There is absolutely no music or poetry more attractive than this eternal mother. When she opened her newborn eyes for the first time, the first thing she saw was her mother's extremely holy and loving eyes and tears of joy-her eyes opened unblinkingly. Staring at you carefully, your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively but can't express your affection. You're only anxious about a flurry of limbs-you can't help crying loudly. After many days and nights of cultivation, you finally sit up straight. After adjusting your emotional intelligence and IQ, your little body never waits, shouting the most precious first voice in life-mom, this is the most touching original meaning. No matter how many languages are floating in the world, only this cry is absolutely the same, and there is no more touching music than this one.