汽笛声声,母亲伫立在车站口,凝望远方,思念成了一条长长的线绳,默无声息地系着,母子心。远离家门,总会忆起一段温馨的旅程,旅程中带着五月的芬芳,一半源自山路边的野花草,一半来自母亲慈祥的目光。与子夜中最亮的星星对话,不需要任何修饰的语言,谁懂,星光背后,有一双深情的眼睛 Whistle sound, the mother stood at the station mouth, staring into the distance, missing a long line into the rope, silently tied, mother and child heart. Away from home, I always remember a warm journey, with May fragrance on the journey, half from the wildflowers on the mountain side, and half from the mother’s tender eyes. Dialogue with the brightest stars in midnight, do not need any modified language, who knows, behind the stars, have a pair of affectionate eyes