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Seeing a familiar scene reminds me of an old acquaintance.
Looking at the autumn water, I can't see the beautiful image of Iraqis. The building is still the same, and there are two or three lonely geese. The warmth of the past can only be exchanged for the sadness of the present. Where can I send my dream? I have tears in my eyes. Yiren, when will you come back? When did you go through the jungle over there, the graceful Taling and the Duckling Array? Still the scene of that year. Only your daughter, who has become lively and naive, is the only daughter you have left to comfort my broken heart.

I don't remember how old I was, except that I couldn't read at that time, so my mother taught me to sing this song "Autumn Water". I didn't understand the meaning of the lyrics at that time. I only remember that every time my mother sang this song, her eyes were full of tears, even sad tears. Whenever this time, I will be infected by her sadness and feel very sad. I knew it must be a very important song, so I studied it carefully, including my mother's expression when she sang.

Later, I went to school, and there were often literary performances in the school. When I was a student, I was always the backbone of literature and art. I was very interested in singing and dancing. If I perform singing, what I want to sing most is the song "Autumn Water" taught by my mother. Standing in the center of the stage, there is no accompaniment or stereo, but I sing very seriously and emotionally every time.

When I grow up, I still like this song Autumn Water, and I understand the meaning of the lyrics and my mother's sadness.

Time is long, and the world is boundless. At the end of the year, I sat alone in the corner and sang this song "Autumn Water" again. At this moment, I am like my mother … In a foreign land, I miss my mother and my hometown all the time!

Looking at the autumn water, I can't see my mother's kindness and I can't bear to sleep in the cold. The joy of the past can only be exchanged for the loneliness of the present. What does the dream soul depend on? When will I come back, mom!