Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hides in its nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms.
2. "Good morning"
Guang Xiao collapsed,
It's very bright at customs.
My heart is like a bird flying in the wind.
Fly over the horizon, fly to the North Pole,
The horizon and the sea are full of your love.
Jesus Christ. Your love follows me,
Your fingers lead me,
Your right hand will support me,
My heart is like a bird flying in the wind.
Flying high in the wind is inseparable from infinite love. Amen.
Step 3: at night
In the paradise of light:
The flowers are blooming,
Birds are singing,
The fountain of life gurgles,
The sun went down slowly,
Draw a afterglow diagram—
Is it to shake hands with everything?
Is it a farewell song?
A cool breeze is blowing,
In the light and shadow,
The creator of the universe,
He walked slowly in the garden.
Lord!
Did you create them to praise you?
Yes, in praise of him,
Praise him.
He is in the past, present and forever. Amen.
4. "Don't step on this flower"
Listen, kid,
At your feet,
A little yellow flower.
We all walk around it,
Don't step on this flower!
One day last year:
The autumn sky is clear,
The autumn wind is cool,
Its mother dresses it.
A fluffy coat,
Like a parachute,
Take it to the side of the road
When it snows in winter, cover it with thick cotton-padded clothes.
It lies quietly,
Waiting for the news of spring.
On this day, the weather was wet,
It smells the fragrance of the earth;
It stood up happily,
Spread its golden wings.
You see, how brave this is,
Settle down on the side of the road;
It is not afraid of the footsteps of pedestrians,
It is not afraid of carts coming and going.
Children on a spring outing
How happy!
New clothes-new skirts are fluttering in the spring breeze.
You hold your head high,
Heavy footsteps,
Be careful. Before you know it,
Destroyed the vitality of small yellow flowers;
You know what I think,
In the infinite joy of spring,
This happiness also has its share!
5, "Paper Boat"-Send Mother
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-Save it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I am still not discouraged, folding every day,
I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan begged it to bring her love and sadness home.
1923 Pacific ship.