An old song, I heard it when I was a child, but now I don t know the name of the song.

Is it Manchu Wenjun's "Understanding You".

You leave quietly.

Step by step lonely back.

I want to be with you and tell you how much I love you.

Flowers bloom quietly.

In the night when I suddenly thought of you.

I want to tell you that you have always been my miracle.

Year after year, the wind and frost obscured the smiling face.

Who can still understand your lonely heart?

Is it the spring flowers and autumn moon ruthless.

Spring goes to autumn, and your love is silent.

Give me all the love and give me the world.

From now on, I don't know the bitterness and joy in your heart.

I want to be close to you.

I'll tell you that I've always understood you.

Give me all the love and give me the world.

From now on, I don't know the bitterness and joy in your heart.

I want to be close to you.

Snuggle up in your warm, lonely arms.

Flowers bloom quietly.

In the night when I suddenly thought of you.

I want to be close to you.

Tell you, I've always understood you.

Year after year, the wind and frost obscured the smiling face.

Who can still understand your lonely heart?

Is it the spring flowers and autumn moon ruthless.

Spring goes to autumn, and your love is silent.

Give me all the love and give me the world.

From now on, I don't know the bitterness and joy in your heart.

I want to be close to you.

Tell you, I've always understood you.

Give me all the love and give me the world.

From now on, I don't know the bitterness and joy in your heart.

I want to be close to you.

Snuggle up in your warm, lonely arms.

I want to tell you that your loneliness hurts my heart together.

Hehe, Man Wenjun's "Understand You". The lyrics have already been given upstairs, so I won't be verbose.

In childhood, everyone sang a lot of songs together, and the most impressive one is "Mom". When you hear this word, you will feel very powerful, and with your mother here, you don't have to worry about anything. The child is the mother's biggest weakness, and the mother is the child's greatest dependence.

No matter what kind of danger happens, as a mother, you will choose to protect your children as soon as possible, and do not want them to be harmed in any way. Mother's mind is easy to guess, and the mention of these will make it very touching. I believe that if you let everyone sing "Mom" again, you will definitely burst into tears if you are willing to dig a number.

The title of the song is "Selling Douchang and Dumplings" Reynolds.

Lyrics: Selling rice balls Selling rice balls The little rice balls are round and round.

A bowl of rice balls is sweet and full, and the family has a bowl.

Selling rice balls, selling rice balls, small rice balls are round and round.

A bowl of rice balls is sweet and full, and the family has a bowl.

Selling rice balls, selling rice balls, small rice balls are round and round.

A bowl of rice balls is sweet and full, and the family has a bowl.

Selling rice balls, selling rice balls, small rice balls are round and round.

A bowl of rice balls is sweet and full, and the family has a bowl.

Sell rice balls, sell soup and take empty rice balls, small rice balls are round and round.

A bowl of rice balls is sweet and full, and the family has a bowl.

Selling Rice Balls Selling Rice Balls The small rice balls are round and round.

A bowl of rice balls is sweet. and a bowl of family reunion.

A bowl of glutinous rice balls is sweet and full, and the family has a bowl of reunion.

Song: Little Leaves.

The autumn wind is up, the autumn wind is up, the little leaves have left their mother, fluttering and fluttering to **?

Scared?

The small leaves rustle rustle, rustling, as if speaking bravely, I will come back in the spring spring.

Dress up tree mom.

Song: Mom and Me.

Childhood.

Mom said to me.

There are thousands of stars in the sky.

One star is me.

And I am the star The star is me.

Mom: So what are you?

Mom. So what are you.

When I was a teenager.

Mom said to me.

There are thousands of flowers in spring.

One flower is me.

And I am the flowers, the flowers are me.

Mom: So what are you?

Mom: So what are you?

When I was growing up.

Mom said to me.

The waves of the sea are thousands of flowers.

One of the waves is me.

And I am the waves, and the waves are me.

Mom. So what are you.

Mom: So what are you?

Mommy, Mommy wants me to say it to you.

If I were a spring flower.

If I were I'm a wave.

You are the moon, you are the sun.

You are a river that flows into my heart.

You are a river that flows into my heart.