Joke Collection Website - Talk about mood - I long to love my son and pity the couplets that inherit the wind.

I long to love my son and pity the couplets that inherit the wind.

I am eager to love my son and inherit the wind with pity;

Respect for the elderly is true, and we should praise the world for being affectionate.

Deeply care for calves, sigh for human flesh and blood,

My son is eager and poor.

Love your son, and you are poor.

The calf is affectionate and laments the deepest affection in the world.