鸟儿,习惯在蔚蓝的蓝天下飞翔,蓝天是它的母亲,它不想长大;鱼儿,习惯在清澈的溪流里游动,溪流是它的母亲,它不想长大;而我,习惯在母亲的呵护下成长,我也不想长大。为什么呢?因为母亲的手是一把雨伞,为我遮风挡雨;因为母亲的手是一件大衣,为我嘘寒问暖……母亲,为我撑起了一片天地。小时候…… The bird, the habit of flying in the blue sky, the blue sky is its mother, it does not want to grow up; the fish, the habit of swimming in the clear stream, the stream is its mother, it does not want to grow up; and I, used to Under the care of my mother, I do not want to grow up. Why? Because the mother's hand is an umbrella, shelter for me; because the mother's hand is a coat, greet me for warmth ... ... Mother, prop up a world for me. Childhood ...