Cradle, childhood bed,

The sound of a creaking cradle,

Sleep, sleep, with mother's humming tune,

And the breeze that drives away mosquitoes from the cattail leaf fan,

The children slept so soundly.

Now, my mother is old,

The old man can’t even remember his children’s names.

Sometimes she behaves like a child,

Make the children and grandchildren laugh,

Tears flying in the laughter,

That is the pain and love for my mother.

Old mothers need companionship the most,

And companionship is the happiest time for children.

When we were little, our mother coaxed us to sleep,

Now, we watch our mother fall asleep.

Mom’s sweet and slight snoring,

Like the familiar cradle sound from childhood

(Shenmu Transportation and Sales Company: Song Jianqiang)