When I'm lonely,
Looking at the drizzle,
The drizzle made me feel my mother's love.
Maternal love is morning dew.
When I am tired,
Absorb spiritual nourishment,
The dew gave me a boost.
Motherly love is a breeze.
When I'm sultry,
Enjoying the wind as light as cicada's wings,
The breeze blew through my heart.
Motherly love, how selfless and great!
She is so delicate and warm,
Just like an idyll, it is long and pure, elegant and light.
It is also like a landscape painting, which washes away the lead carving and leaves it fresh and natural.
Also like the season of the year, it takes away the cold winter and brings infinite spring.