We are a birdie， Living in the warm embrace of his mother。 Mother too much for us to pay too much， Should we not Thanksgiving? I would like to become a small Mianao warm，
Moment for the mother sent the slightest warmth， Let mothers happiness。 I would like to become a round fan， His mother sent slightest Liang Yi， Let mothers happy。 I would like to become a typhoon of the Harbour， Blocking the wind for mothers， Let warmth of the mother。 Mothers pay too much for us， We should be thankful mother。