Like a faded film, photos, young mothers are still clean and neatly dressed in blue Bushan, carrying me away in the field between the track, remember always exudes a warm atmosphere. When her mother could not bear to put this normal wear blue Bushan, I know mother would take me to distant villages to visit relatives.

    Sun is always bright, spring field, filled with the fragrance of crops and wild flowers, clustered bunches Setaria lined winding road, mothers face smile. I was surprised to see the day-long toil, suffering mother, grandmother and father, beaten, some of the great depression when the pair of eyes are always full of joy Yun, silhouetted against the blue blue Bushan her thin white face. She kept warm with the words I said,wedding gowns for my sweet folk singing. Lying in the mother's back, blue exudes a touch of soap Bu Shan Hong, the wind blowing from the far field depth, immense blue sky. Gradually, I sleep in a long dream, dream, flower filled path.

    Blue Bushan, when almost all mothers of color. The mother river of memory, always wear blue or new or old Bushan, sunlight shadow of the moon, ever crafts, silent years,wedding gowns the youth gradually passed away, wind, frost covered with his forehead. Until now, I stubbornly believe Pathetic is a quiet color, exudes a warm glow of motherhood.

    "Song of a Wanderer" is a song praising the mother, "The mother line, wandering onto clothing." Impression, a loving mother, in bean-like lighting, to travel with the son of each stitch to produce a cold clothes. Autumn everywhere, cold and getting stronger, her white hair frost Fluttering in the wind. I suspect that this loving mother must wear a plain blue Bushan, the quiet color, warm people, it is difficult to imagine a mother dressed in fine clothes for the expedition was the son of sewing clothes. Reading, always think of distant mother. Memory,Chinese Wedding Dresses as the autumn light, such as beans, like white hair, there was plain the blue Bushan, a ray of nostalgia diffusion heart.

    Mother is really old, tooth loss, gray hair, clean the face of the sea full of years, the only constant is still blue Bushan mother love, with those old woman who had a mother naturally reject those beautiful clothes, her sisters and I bought a little fancy clothes, the mother is always too brilliant colors too, so that she looked confused, the morning is not practical to wear a heart, as always, dressed in those old already blue Bushan.

    Elderly mother, the total always like to sit in the afternoon sun, wearing blue of Bushan, quiet time, such as flowing, sky remote, cool north wind, the mother immersed in their own thoughts in water, wearing a blue Bushan of mother, what kind of memory does, surely beautiful and melancholy can be felt then who can?