Meng Jiao
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
She's sewing, so it's easy to be late.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Paper boat-send it to mom
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Keep it forever
Keep it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I am still not discouraged, folding every day,
I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan, please ask him to come back with her love and sorrow!
river
Si Er is not coming back,
Mom's heart is broken.
I don't know, Yihe,
How many feelings, how many tears?
Que Hua Qiu se tu
It's been three years since we broke up,
Loneliness is another autumn.
The geese fly over the willow trees in front of the courtyard.
The mother was worried when the child traveled thousands of miles.
Tears spilled in Kyushu.
The scenery in Kyushu remains the same.
I just can't get it back.
Parting is always painful,
Tonight the moon is like a hook,
When will this hatred stop?
Eternal mother
When I first opened my newborn eyes.
The first thing I saw was the incomparable holiness of my mother.
Love eyes and tears of joy-
Staring at you without blinking an eye.
Your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively
But I can't express my feelings, just dancing around.
I am so anxious that you can't help crying loudly.
After many days and nights of cultivation
Sit up straight at last, your little body.
After adjusting EQ and IQ
Never wait, shout out life.
The most precious first sound-mom
This is the most touching original moral.
No matter how many languages there are in the world.
Only this cry is absolutely the same.
No music, no poetry.
It can be more touching than this.
A traveler's song
The mountains are unwilling to send away the sunset.
Affectionate sailors are unwilling to sail.
Hope is calling.
The outside world is my paradise,
A free heart is flying.
Mom, do you care about me?
Mother looked at me anxiously.
Mom, do you want my life to be more exciting?
Mother looked at me with relief.
Listen to the train, the flute ...
Holding hands tightly through the window.