清风吹过树叶,发出“飒飒”的声响,带着些许清脆与凉爽传到耳边。那是树木的歌声,一阵呢喃,一阵响亮。“一闪一闪亮晶晶,满天都是小星星。挂在天上放光明,好像许多小眼睛……”不知是谁在我们耳边轻哼着,在炎热的夏季,在寒冷的冬季,那首歌仿佛有魔力一般,总能让幼小的我们安静下来,慢慢地闭上眼睛,安稳入睡。原来是母亲的歌声。那歌声,不动听,不美妙,却饱含深情。那是母亲对我们的爱,那是亲情的歌声。“日落西山红霞飞,战士打靶把营归,把营归。胸前红花映彩霞,愉快的歌声满天飞……”不知是谁在 Breeze blowing leaves, issued “Salsa ” sound, with a little crisp and cool reached the ear. That is the song of the trees, while whispering, while loud. “Twinkle twinkle, all over the world are small stars. Hanging in the sky to make light, like many little eyes ...” I do not know who is humming in our ears, in the hot summer, in the cold winter, The song seems to have magic in general, always allow us to calm down young, slowly close your eyes and sleep calmly. It turned out to be the mother’s song. That song, do not move, not wonderful, but full of affection. That is the mother’s love for us, it is the song of affection. “Sunset Xixia Hongxia fly, the soldiers hit the target Camping, Camp .Cycle safflower Ying Caixia, pleasant singing sky ... ” I do not know who is