Thinking of my mother,
Now she's in the country,
The seasons of the year are from spring to winter
The frost stained her white hair
Persuade her to go out for a walk,
She said she was dazed,
Push her around,
She said there was too much work,
It's not easy for children to earn money,
I'll take the offer.
Ah, how many old moms,
Now they are all in the countryside,
Chasing the sun and the moon all my life,
The child is always concerned.
Ah, how many old moms,
Now they are all in the countryside,
Chasing the sun and the moon all my life,
The child is always concerned.
Thinking of my mother,
Now she's in the country,
Go to bed late and get up early
A lifetime of plain rice and coarse tea
Persuade her to go out for a walk,
She said money should be saved,
Push her around,
She said there were crops in the fields,
The common people's food is heaven,
A good harvest depends on blood and sweat.
Ah, how many old moms,
Now they are all in the countryside,
Kindness is like the sun and the moon,
How can a child not repay.
Ah, how many old moms,
Now they are all in the countryside,
Kindness is like the sun and the moon,
How can a child not repay.
Ah
Thinking of my mother,
Now she's in the country,
The seasons of the year are from spring to winter
I'm in my hometown.
I'm in my hometown.
I'm in my hometown.
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