September 9, homecoming

The night rain and cold window are far away, and the two and a half months are not complete. I didn't see my mother calling before my knees, and my white hair leaned on the door and didn't return it. Wait for the golden autumn south flying goose, inform my son's mother Jin'an. In the next year, the child will not be able to return to her mother, and strive to be sad. Erlang was born a husband, and often regretted that the foolish woman was not Meng's mother. Foolish people and children have nothing to ask for, but I hope that there will be less worries and worries.