In the courtyard of my hometown,
there are red lotuses with peduncles, and my grandfather said they are flowers.
What a long time!
I can’t see the red lotus in my memory.
Thinking back to those days,
Thunder and lightning, stormy nights,
Red Lotus leaning in the rain, helpless,
That brave and compassionate lotus leaf!
Despite the wind and rain, he leaned forward to protect the delicate flower!
Mother!
You are like a lotus leaf, and I am a red lotus.
The raindrops in my heart are coming.
Who else but you is my hiding place under the uncovered sky? ?