Song of mother by Cheng Lin(cheng lin ma ma zhi ge ge ci )

Mother in the cold night,

Knitting gloves for me,

Worried about freezing my hands,

Despite the cold wind,

Working tirelessly.

The news from my hometown also brought me the fresh taste of the fireside.

My mother is spinning hemp thread,

Shaking the spinning wheel day and night,

Dad's in the mud house,

I've been rubbing straw all day,

I hope I can work harder in other places.

Winter in my hometown, how cold and lonely it is,

If only I could hear the radio.

My mother's hands cracked with cold,

I had to use it as ointment,

The ice and snow have melted,

Spring is coming,

The rice field is waiting for me to plant seedlings.

I heard the water of the river reverberate in my ears,

It's hard to get rid of homesickness.

Chinese PinYin : Cheng Lin Ma Ma Zhi Ge Ge Ci