Shining Devotees 光輝的奉獻者

楊一品

When I was a child，

I thought you were very beautiful， leading a group of birds flying high.

When I was a child，

I thought you were very powerful， lifting us to the sky.

You are the gentle spring rain，

Watering the flowers with the sweet dew.

You are the embodiment of wisdom，

Building our lives with a wide range of knowledge.

You are like a sweet mother，

A sun that warms our hearts.

You are like a kind father，

A beacon of light in the dark.

Your life is like a poem.

You turn into a bridge to connect my dream.

You use magical hands， letting a childish

little face show the most beautiful smile.

You use a wonderful voice， making a string

of beating notes fly in the air.