Mother 's Love

We love mother，

But not as mother loves us.

Our love is only a stream，

But mother's love is an ocean indeed.

Both round and bright

Are the dewdrops on the grass，

Which are the light

Given off by the sun.

While the spring wind is blowing，

The days in April are bright-colured.

Our pleasure is the smile on mother's face.

Our suffering is the sorrow in mother's eyes.

We can go far and far away.

But we can never be away

From mother's mind.