母の道 蜆拾う野に 姉妹笑う
夜半独行犬 吠声刺破寒月光 尘世笑与怜
Fresh life for the hen,Dough wraps around the filling,Joy of handmade meals.
Footsteps retraced, To mother's tomb on the hill, Home’s sacred ground.
父母的辛劳在,岁月无声流转间,感恩心意长。