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〖母亲的爱是香浓甘甜的奶酪〗
〖Mother's love is the sweet cheese〗
作者/驿路云水（贤光）
--By Xian Guang
小时候，
When you were a kid,
母亲的的絮语
Mother's words
是红薯饭锅巴团子。
It's a sweet potato rice ball.
自己五脏庙在念经，
She is chanting sutras at Wuzang temple,
嘴里叫你要趁热。
But she told you to take advantage of the heat.
青黄不接，食不果腹，
n the days of being green and yellow and not having enough to eat,
爱是香浓甘甜的奶酪。
IMother's love is the sweet cheese.
长大后，
When you grow up,
母亲的唠叨
Mother's nagging
是二月的风三月的雨，
It's the wind in February and the rain in March.
叫你天冷要加衣，
She told you to dress in cold weather,
体面更要干净。
Decency is more important.
像做人，
Like a man,
常照镜。
Normal mirror.
广交朋友如添衣。
Making friends is like adding clothes.
母亲眼里，
In your mother's eyes,
你是屋前看不出变化的茶树，
You're a tea tree that doesn't change in front of the house,
永远长不大的孩子。
You’re the children who never grow up..
她说什么就是什么。
What she say is always right everything.
再往后，
Later,
你就成了她，
You're her,
她常对着你照片笑。
She often smiles at your photos.
燕子归巢时直乐呵，
When swallows return to their nests, they are happy,
你说什么是什么，
What you say always right everything,
梦里见面比跟前多。
You see your mother more often in dreams than in reality.
往后的往后啊，
Later on,
你只能与星星对座，
You can only sit opposite the stars.
向月亮诉说，
Your mind can only tell to the moon.
告慰昨天雨雾穿棱，
Tell her that the rain and fog pierced the edges in yesterday.
诉说今年丰收的快乐，
Tell her about the joy of this year's harvest,
夜空的眼照亮你的梦，
The eyes of the night sky light up your dreams,
烤红薯香常梦里发酵，
The sweet potatoes often rise in your dreams，
脑海飘过。
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——By Xian Guang
When you were a kid,
Mother's words
It's a sweet potato rice ball.
She is chanting sutras at Wuzang temple,
But she told you to take advantage of the heat.
In the days of being green and yellow and not having enough to eat,
Mother's love is the sweet cheese.
When you grow up,
Mother's nagging
It's the wind in February and the rain in March.
She told you to dress in cold weather,
Decency is more important.
Like a man,
Normal mirror.
Making friends is like adding clothes.
In your mother's eyes,
You're a tea tree that doesn't change in front of the house,
You’re the children who never grow up..
What she say is always right everything.
Later,
You're her,
She often smiles at your photos.
When swallows return to their nests, they are happy,
What you say always right everything,
You see your mother more often in dreams than in reality.
Later on,
You can only sit opposite the stars.
Your mind can only tell to the moon.
Tell her that the rain and fog pierced the edges in yesterday.
Tell her about the joy of this year's harvest。
The eyes of the night sky light up your dreams,
The sweet potatoes offen rise in your dreams，
and float through your head.
