瘦削的身影,站在水边。默默仰首,望大雁南飞。那离群孤雁的一声鸣叫.让风中的思念突然白头。多像我的母亲,苍苍的白发在风中飞扬。一年一年的秋风。一年一年地守候。岁月的渡口,总有白了头的亲情,把那一叶归帆眺望。在生活的低处,那些跌宕,那些澎湃,甚至是那些小小的涟漪,都平静下来。 Thin figure, standing on the water’s edge. Silently Yangtou, hope Dayan Nanfei. That outstretched solitary geese a tweet, so that the thoughts of the wind suddenly white head. Much like my mother, gray hair flying in the wind. Autumn wind year. Waiting year after year. Time of the ferry, there is always a white affection, that leaves to sail overlooking. In the lower part of life, those ups and downs, those surging, and even those small ripples, are calm down.