The transparent stream is as clear as a mother's eyes. In spring, your eyes are full of beauty; In summer, your eyes are full of green; In autumn, your eyes are full of clear blue; In winter, you are tired—close your eyes and stop singing. You take in the clouds in the blue sky, the sunset in the evening, the stars in the night sky; you also leave behind the shadow of my childhood. Ah! The rustling sugar cane forest by the stream, and the sweet wind, once blew my childhood dream! I lay beside you, feeling the happiness of leaning against my mother's chest... You are an old song in our lives -

You see the troop of donkeys coming, and a few suonas play sad music; You see a few sturdy men coming with heavy wooden coffins and sending the old man up the hill; You also heard: the unicycle at the foot of the mountain, with a creaking voice, moaning on the poor land... Without you, who left us with natural colors; Who recorded the sorrow and joy of the mountain people for us? Transparent stream, you gave me a pair of eyes that can distinguish colors. When I was with you and found myself a teenager, I had to travel far. Like a mother who raised me, send me out of the mountain! my feeling:

At the beginning of the article, the stream is regarded as "mother's eyes", and then it writes out the colors in the "eyes" in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Childhood figure", once let me enjoy the happiness of mother's love: she remembered everything that happened in the ravine, remembered "the sadness and joy of the mountain people", and sent the raised "me" out of the mountain go. The stream is a song, the mother is a song, and the article itself is a sad lyrical folk song. O stream, my "mother". Mother, like this stream. Mother. , you watched me grow up and took care of me meticulously. I miss the feeling of being with you when I am with you. I feel motherly love! Please forgive my naughty childhood, please forgive my ignorance when I was a child! All this, let me "make up" now. I love you my mother!

The transparent stream is as clear as a mother's eyes. In spring, your eyes are full of beauty; In summer, your eyes are full of green; In autumn, your eyes are full of clear blue; In winter, you are tired—close your eyes and stop singing. You take in the clouds in the blue sky, the sunset in the evening, the stars in the night sky; you also leave behind the shadow of my childhood. Ah! The rustling sugar cane forest by the stream, and the sweet wind, once blew my childhood dream! I lay beside you, feeling the happiness of leaning against my mother's chest... You are an old song in our lives -

You see the troop of donkeys coming, and a few suonas play sad music; You see a few sturdy men coming with heavy wooden coffins and sending the old man up the hill; You also heard: the unicycle at the foot of the mountain, with a creaking voice, moaning on the poor land... Without you, who left us with natural colors; Who recorded the sorrow and joy of the mountain people for us? Transparent stream, you gave me a pair of eyes that can distinguish colors. When I was with you and found myself a teenager, I had to travel far. Like a mother who raised me, send me out of the mountain! my feeling:

At the beginning of the article, the stream is regarded as "mother's eyes", and then it writes out the colors in the "eyes" in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Childhood figure", once let me enjoy the happiness of mother's love: she remembered everything that happened in the ravine, remembered "the sadness and joy of the mountain people", and sent the raised "me" out of the mountain go. The stream is a song, the mother is a song, and the article itself is a sad lyrical folk song. O stream, my "mother". Mother, like this stream. Mother. , you watched me grow up and took care of me meticulously. I miss the feeling of being with you when I am with you. I feel motherly love! Please forgive my naughty childhood, please forgive my ignorance when I was a child! All this, let me "make up" now. I love you my mother!