Mom!
Put aside your troubles.
Let me sink into your arms.
Only you are the destination of my soul.
Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming.
The bird hides in its nest.
The storm in my heart is coming.
I only hide in your arms.
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Mom!
My hair
Put it on your lap.
This is the silk you gave me.
July 1 day
These things—
This is a memory that will never die.
Yueming garden
Under the leaves of vines
On mother's knee.