妈妈,不要总是抱怨您的孩子话太少。我并不呆傻,也不冷漠,儿子只是不愿像那些枝头的小鸟,整日里叽叽喳喳,向人炫耀,向人讨好。妈妈,听我吹响柳笛吧,吹一支含蓄又真挚的曲调。像柔软的风,像绵绵的雨,像明亮的阳光,这里有儿子对妈妈的感激,对妈妈的祝福,还有在妈妈期望的眼神中, Mom, do not always complain about your child’s words too little. I am not stupid, nor indifferent, my son just do not want to like those branches of the bird, twittering all day, to show off to people please. Mother, listen to me blowing the willow flute, blowing an implicit and sincere melody. Like the soft wind, like the rain, like bright sunshine, there are son’s gratitude to the mother, mother’s blessing, as well as in the eyes of the mother expected,