Wenzhou: A Tale of Two Languages. Hello everyone, this is Appreciate Wenzhou, Voice of Kean. Welcome to our program.
This is Jerry from Wenzhou-Kean University.
There is only one great in the world that really exists. Her name is "mother". When we were young, we always wanted to escape from the warm embrace of our mothers, because we were curious about the outside world and thought we had unlimited energy to face all the challenges. But after we grow up, leaving the familiar home, leaving our mothers who is always talking, we finally realize that all the carefreeness in our childhood is based on mothers’ day and night work.
However, what can't be changed is that our mothers and we are about to be more and more far away from each other. Just like Long Yingtai said in "Seeing her off, “I have come to realize that gradually the so-called parentage just means your predestined relationship allows you to gaze after him or her fading away ceaselessly in this present life.” In our hometown, where we can seldom go back, our mothers are slowly getting old, and wrinkles quietly climb up her eyebrows. But the years have not reduced our mother's love for us. Even if we are thousands of miles away, this love is like the string of a kite, guiding us on our way home.
If mother’s love is the string of a kite, how will we repay this love? Next, please enjoy Bing Xin’s poem: "Paper Boat". No matter in glory days, or in cold night, when we have something in mind, mother will always occupy a part of the world in our hearts.
Never willing to waste a sheet of paper,
I save and save
Then fold them into small, small boats
And throw them into the sea from my ship.
Some are blown back into the portholes,
Others are stuck on the stern, soaked by waves,
And I, undiscouraged, keep on folding and hoping
That one will finally reach its destination.
O Mother, if you ever see a tiny white sail in your dream,
Don't be startled by its unexpected presence for
It was folded by your loving daughter to carry homeward
Across the sea and mountains her love and sorrow.
They used to be the pearl of their parents' eyes, and they were once delicate girls as well.
But from the moment they became mothers, they became fearless and omnipotent.
They are fragile, and they are strong.
When we encounter setbacks, sad, they will smile to comfort us.
When we are satisfied with our achievements, their eyes are filled with tears.
No matter we are excellent or not, they will not dislike us.
No matter we are successful or not, they will not mind.
Mother's Day is only once a year.
Everyone has only one mother.
In this day of love and gratitude,
I wish every mother happiness, health and longevity!
Before wrinkles crept up their pretty faces, try to be their pride!
Hello, everyone! This is Jerry from Voice of Kean. I'm the reader of the English part and one of the contributors of this manuscript as well. In this day of love and gratitude, I wish every mother a happy Mother's Day, happiness and peace!
Hello everyone! This is Ann from Wenzhou Kean university, the reader of the Chinese part. In the annual mother's day, I hope I can use the voice to greet all mothers, wish those lovely moms can be healthy and happy all the time!