Parting tears

Childhood

Total love

The mother is holding her throat high.

Give me dates,

The fall of Jesus,

my childhood,

Make it sparkle in the red rain.

later,

The mother is short,

The donkey is also short,

Only the date is growing wildly,

That bright red desire,

Moonlight that I was displaced from,

Gradually, I have already gone.

I seem to see,

Mother's cane,

Uplifting Wei Wei’s lift,

At this time, my mood suddenly became low,

Because that one is the tears of the mother.

The third day: lively Fenger