Requesting a Taiwanese poem called "Gloves"

The ten fingers of the glove are separated

Inch was born in the palm of the Buddha

The hands of thousands of years of sun and moon

Ten thousand times Leading and pulling

The spirit of the Zen family

I have understood the way of relaxation

In the cold winter

I tighten my fingers Hold tight

The tenderness of the southern country flows

The heart that understands the cold wave

The warmth of the roots pours out

The thousand-year warmth of mother< /p>

Although the heart is small, it can hold the whole world

The feeling of the world

In the fragrance of plum petals

Bingche does not need to wait for the spring breeze to change As much as I can

I am willing to weave the thread of life into

the glove in your palm

I will be there for you after the spring, summer and autumn gather momentum

The snow shadow that suffocated Xiao Sha!

Family love is because of me

Family love brings me closer

Friendship is because of me

Friendship is more considerate and thoughtful

< p>The bitterness of winter

Concentrating one's heart

The little arms are full of

My relaxed mood for you