童年。母亲的眼睛，象故乡家门前那条涓涓流淌的小溪，流溢着爱，流溢着深情，流溢着霞光和星星……—在我采摘野果的山岭，在我放牛牧鹅的草坪，在我摸鱼捉鳖的河滩，在我捉迷藏的那片小树林！她流溢着一支支五彩而湿润的歌，染绿了我生长的摇篮，染醉了我岁月的记忆……记得 childhood. Mother’s eyes, like the trickle of the trickling stream in front of her hometown, are full of love, full of affection, full of glittering light and stars ... - In the mountains where I picked wild berries, I touch the fish catch the river beach, hide and seek in my piece of woods! She was filled with a branch of multicolored and moist song, dyed my cradle of green growth, dyed my memory of years ...... Remember