trifle
Baby, my baby.
Looking at your sleeping face, how many times have I called in my heart like this.
It is your calm breathing that has inflated my father's responsibilities too sharply.
Baby, my baby.
Sitting by your bed, how many times have I called in my heart.
As long as I gently kiss your little face, my young maternal love will overflow at will.
Because of your arrival, dad became calm;
Because of your arrival, mom looks more mature;
Think about how flustered we were when you paid us a casual visit.
Light rain in March, with the rhyme of early spring;
Rainbow in June, with the rhythm of early summer;
The golden wind in September brings the artistic conception of autumn;
Because of you, the world is as beautiful as poetry, song and painting.
The prospect is in the smile of mom and dad.
Guard the edge of your dreams,
Just like protecting your happiness,
-That's mom and dad's lifelong commitment.
Ya ya
A seed, lying in a dream of dirt, heard her mother's kind call: Baby, wake up!
So I woke up with a stretch and said, Mom, I slept soundly.
A small bud sticks out from the soil, and its small open hand is two green palm leaves.
On the ridge in March, flowers bloom and fall, grass grows and warblers fly, streams gurgle, birds and flowers sing. ...
In Yaya's eyes, it is really a busy spring scene!
In her mother's surprised eyes, Yaya spread out her small body and accepted the rain and sunshine.
This is a small world.
This little world grows up with Yaya day by day.