Poems or nursery rhymes about the motherland and hometown (original)

The song my mother sang when I was a child.

Take a gentle bath with me

She was naughty in her arms, and I was very young when I sat on the bed.

Do I get it?

Think of this song when I grow up

Become the source of my glory.

Mother's tenderness flowed from her ears too much.

Flowing in my mind

beep ...

The big river has wide waves.

The wind blows rice and flowers to both sides.

Familiar melodies are planted in the heart.

How many years have you grown up with me?

This is where I grew up.

How could I forget?

The song my mother sang when I was a child.

Think of this song when I grow up

Mother's tenderness flows through my ears gently.

He: I was naughty in her arms.

I am young and not sensible.

Familiar melodies are planted in the heart.

The warmth of this song

Listening to my mother's songs when I was a child.

I have a firm idea.

In order to protect my motherland, clench your fist and feel it.

roam about the world

Play this song when you grow up.

Remember my gentleness.

After reading those stories, the details are still the same as at the beginning.

Come back to my mind.

beep ...

The big river has wide waves.

The wind blows rice and flowers to both sides.

Familiar melodies are planted in the heart.

How many years have you grown up with me?

This is where I grew up.

How could I forget?

Girls are like flowers.

How broad-minded this young man is.

Familiar melodies are planted in the heart.

How many years have you grown up with me?

This is where I grew up. How could I forget?

How could I forget?

How could I forget?