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.

2. Paper boats

-Send it to Mom.

I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,

Save it forever.-Save 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 place can only flow where I want it to go.

Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,

Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.

This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.

Wanshui Qian Shan begged it to bring her love and sadness home.

1923 Pacific ship.

3. the flower of success

The flower of success,

People only admire her talent now!

However, at the beginning, her bud,

Soaked with tears of struggle,

The blood rain of sacrifice is scattered everywhere.

Green shoots

Green shoots,

The young man said:

"Develop yourself!"

Pale white flowers,

The young man said:

"Contribute yourself!"

Deep red fruit,

The young man said:

"Sacrifice yourself!"