Prologue:
An old mother of one hundred and six years, accompanied by everyone, went to the martyr's tomb to visit her son, who had sacrificed for forty years. Because the road is far away, I can't afford to pay for the road, forty years, for the first time to the tomb of the martyrs.
Mother and child meet over forty years
Maji Town Zheng Lijie
Boy, here I am!
I carry the thoughts that I have accumulated for forty years
Today I finally come to your tombstone
I kissed your face forty years ago
That was before you left for your country
I also made you your favorite noodles
You said that the great rivers and mountains of the motherland will not allow the jackals to invade
Motherfucker! When I return victoriously, I will be with my mother
Look at your will to serve the country stronger than iron
I swallowed the tears of reluctance into my stomach
Children are aspiring young people to protect their families and serve the country
The mother cannot be selfish and selfish
For forty years I thought every day of where you were sleeping
But this wish is difficult to achieve
It takes a lot of money to cross the river and to climb the mountain
The mother's sideburns were already white
Holding a washbasin in both hands is like moving a mountain
A barren life is only enough to sustain three meals a day
It is to sell out all the belongings in the house
Nor is it enough to get in front of you
The mother can only be alone in the sunset every day to miss you
The mother can only save a penny
Because can not get to your tombstone in front of
The mother can only rely on constant fantasies
Let me see my son every day in my dreams
The pain of losing a son
Made me forget about three meals a day
Thank you comrades-in-arms
They were the ones who sent me to you
The sound of the mother is very much like you were then
The tears wet my hazy eyes again
I couldn't see their faces clearly
I just felt that the pair of hands was very warm
Ever since the child was buried under this cold tombstone
Since then, no one has come down on his knees to take pleasure in the dusk
No one in front of the sickbed cooked the medicine for me
No one asked me if I was cold or warm in the wind and rain
No one added clothes for me on a cold night
What appeared in front of your mother's eyes was still the moment you had
Now I can only kiss your picture
The picture has not changed
But the mother is no longer as good as before
The mother's eyes were no longer able to see
Wrinkles also deeply imprint on the face
The mother's back was bent
The mother's legs are also more tortuous
Take a look at you today
Maybe the last side
Because after today
I don't know if I'll be able to open my eyes again tomorrow
The child is a martyr ~ the wind color engraved on the tombstone is dyed with blood
The mother can only keep recalling your every moment in the barren days
Here there are green water and green mountains
There are also so many unknown people who lay garlands for their children
So many of their comrades-in-arms are buried here
Oh boy, you're not alone
I brought my son's favorite noodles
I will also offer a wreath of flowers made by my mother-in-law for my son
Let the mother sit quietly in front of you
Have a good chat with your children ~ chat