The faint moonlight shines on your face. I lay on the mat and looked up at your face quietly. I feel hazy and kind. The weather is sultry. You fan it once, and the wind blows across my cheek, taking away the heat in my heart. My ears are noisy frogs, but my eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, but I refuse to close them. Your hair sticks to your face. I stretch out my hand to brush it for you. You gently. Go to sleep quickly ... "I picked up my mouth and didn't want to close my eyes, feeling your warm big hand patting me on the shoulder. The wind is cool and the moonlight is beautiful. Under the boundless starry sky, you are so small, but my heart still thinks that you are the most beautiful at this moment, my dear mother.