把甜美的歌谣拍进梦里, 是妈妈柔软的手。 ‘把撒娇的小脸搂进怀里, 是妈妈温暖的手。 村口前,整了又整孩儿的戎装, 是妈妈颤抖的手。 麦浪里,捶了又捶孤独的腰身, 是妈妈枯瘦的手。 都说男儿有泪不轻弹, 是妈妈的手啊, 把一辈子的牵挂揉进儿心头, 才让月下的思念浸湿这迷彩衣 Sweet songs into the dream, is mother’s soft hand. ’Hold the petty little face in my arms, my mother’s warm hand. Before the entrance to the village, the entire uniform of military uniform, is the mother shaking hands. Mai Langli, hammering and pounding the waist alone, mother thin hands. Say men do not flick tears, is the mother’s hand ah, the life-long knees into the heart, let the moon soaked this camouflage clothing