Mother is as humble as moss,
As solemn as dawn
As soft as the voice of Jiangnan,
Hard as a thousand years of cold jade,
When I raised my eyes,
She is Hao Yue:
When I looked down,
She is a vast land.
Paper boat-Bingxin
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Always keep-? Keep it,
Fold into-only-only 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 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, please bring her love and sorrow home.