引子:妈妈呀……我天上的妈妈……清明时节雨纷纷,好似苍天撒下千万根针,刺破孩儿无尽的思念,扎痛孩儿哭泣的心。天上的妈妈呀,这无助的懊悔,岁岁折磨人。假若雨的珠帘能化作天堂的门,妈妈呀,孩儿要扣开这扇雨做的门。我多想从清晨陪您到黄昏,像儿时您伴我度过每秒每分;我多想 Primer: my mother ah ... ... my mother in the sky ... ... Qingming Festival rain have, like heaven sowing tens of thousands of needles, punctuate the endless thoughts of children, piercing the heart of children crying. Mother in heaven, this helpless remorse, torture people. If the curtain of rain can turn heaven’s door, mom, the boy will buckle this rain door. I would like to accompany you to the evening from the early morning, like childhood, I spent every minute with me; I think