暖风吹走了夜,敲响了爱的晨钟。桌前,顽皮的儿子吃着可口的晨餐,“妈,你真好!”一旁的她,只是笑,依旧是那般微笑。肆虐的暴雨来了,狂吼着扑向大地。她焦急地用仅有的雨衣,牢牢地,裹着心爱的女儿。“妈,您穿!”淋着雨的她,只是摇头,依旧是那般摇头。夜来了,无星的夜晚,那个不知 The warm wind blows away the night and rings the bell of love. At the table, the naughty son was eating a delicious morning meal. “Mom, you’re so good!” She was just laughing, still smiling. The raging torrential rain came and rushed wildly toward the earth. She was anxiously using the only raincoat, firmly wrapped in her beloved daughter. “Mom, you wear!” She showered, just shook her head and still shook her head. The night comes, no stars night, that I do not know