A transparent stream is as clear as a mother's eyes.

In spring, your eyes are gorgeous;

In summer, your eyes are thick green;

In autumn, your eyes are clear;

In winter, you are tired-close your eyes and stop singing.

You breathe in the clouds in the blue sky, the sunset glow at dusk and the stars in the night sky; And left me as a child.

Oh! The rustling sugarcane forest and sweet wind by this stream once blew my childhood dream! I am lying beside you, leaning on my mother's chest, feeling very happy. ...

You are an ancient song in our life-

You see the procession riding donkeys coming, and some suona play funeral music;

You saw several burly men carrying heavy wooden coffins and sending the old man up the hillside;

You heard it too: the unicycle at the foot of the mountain crunched on the barren land. ...

Without you, who will leave us with natural colors;

Who will record the joys and sorrows of the mountain people for us?

Transparent stream, you gave me a pair of eyes that can distinguish colors.

When I am by your side and find myself a teenager, I want to go far.

Send me out of the mountain like you raised my mother!

Comments: At the beginning of the article, the stream is regarded as "mother's eyes", and then the colors revealed in the "eyes" in spring, summer, autumn and winter are written. This is not only a song for Xiaoxi, but also a song for my mother, because this brook once "left my childhood figure", which made me enjoy the happiness like a mother's love: she remembered everything that happened in the ravine, "the joys and sorrows of the villagers" and raised me. Xiaoxi is a song, mother is a song, and the article itself is also a sad lyric folk song. Xiaoxi, my mother. Mom, it's like this stream.

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