摇摇篮的手,是推动世界前进的手;摇摇篮的手,是母亲的手。摇啊摇,我们从摇篮里走出来,一天天地成长,一步步进入社会,成为一个和谐的人;摇啊摇,母亲呵,用心血浇灌娇嫩的“小花朵”,自己却一天天老去,皱纹爬到脸上,岁月刻在额头,可,看着我们茁壮地成长,她们无怨无悔,一如既往。倦 The cradle’s hand is the hand pushing the world forward; the cradle’s hand is the mother’s hand. Shake and shake, we come out from the cradle, grow up day by day, step by step into the community, to become a harmonious person; shake ah shake, mother Oh, hard with irrigated delicate “little flowers”, but they are old day by day , Wrinkles climbed his face, the years carved in the forehead, can, watching us grow strong, they have no regrets, as always. tired