A hymn to my mother.
When I was a child, I heard that the moon looks like my mother.
All the stars in the sky are her children,
Stars, like many brothers and sisters,
* * * Love each other in a big family.
When I grew up, I traveled for the first time.
In silence, mom, you will mend your sewing clothes.
Even a selfless heart like the moon,
Put all your love in my bag.
In that starry dream,
How many times have you stuffed me into a quilt that fell on one side?
Tears of my concern beat the road under my feet,
Every tear is a poem praising mother.
mother love
mother love
It is the communication and fusion of blood and pulse.
It is the blessing of the child and the pain of the mother.
mother love
Like the spring wind.
She gave it a gentle brush.
The earth will be green.
mother love
It is a cloud in the sky.
Always let the scorching sun
Go through her first.
Give the earth wind, rain and peace.
mother love
This is the sunset after the rain.
Always let the washed earth
Lying in your arms and never giving up.
Write colorful life dreams in the high sky.
Mother's hymn
Every tear was cut and stitched.
Absorb me from my eyes
A red candle that never goes out.
In the wind and rain
Put a life in full bloom in the flame.
Pray silently for the life of flesh and blood.
Can you hear my crying from ancient times to the present?
A crumpled nest is a simple bag.
So much rain and dew soaked in milk
My morning floor is full.
I am on my way.
Walk like a bunch of people around you.
Sacrifice flowers