I remember my loving mother unexpectedly in the middle of the night, and my tears blurred in front of the lamp. Where can I go to repay Chunhui? Who can I cry to when I don't know the way to the blue sky? Every sound is more painful.
How can you be as filial after your death as before? Regret has become a lake. The frost on the temples is full of flags and I suddenly realize that I only hate that the flowing water is difficult to stop. Looking back at the garden tree, the black bird is still feeding back.
Let's encourage everyone who knows too early but realizes too late.
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