The correct one is "Hold Mom's Hand", originally sung by: Habul.

"Hold Mom's Hand" is a song sung by Habul, written by Xiaoqin and composed by Xizi. It is included in the album "Waiting for You to Come Home". Habul, of Mongolian ethnicity, was born in Tongliao City, Inner Mongolia. He graduated from the Art College of Inner Mongolia University in 2007, majoring in music performance and long tune.

While in school, he was a member of the Student Union of Inner Mongolia University. He received school scholarships for many times and the Hong Kong Qiushi Foundation Scholarship. He was rated as an outstanding member and three good students of Inner Mongolia University. He participated in the "Bailing Chorus" of the School of Arts of Inner Mongolia University. 》Performed in Shenzhen, Guangzhou, Hong Kong and other places. Now lives in Beijing.

Habur means "spring" in Mongolian, and the Habur in front of us lives up to its name. This "Makino daughter" who came out of the grasslands of Inner Mongolia is sincere and straightforward, just like the grassland. Like the warm spring breeze above, she used persistence to blow away her dreams, and she used perseverance to blow green the grassland in her heart.

Use her own innate singing voice to take you on a tour of the beautiful grasslands of Inner Mongolia. But when faced with compliments from reporters, he would shyly say, "No, I have many shortcomings." His cute expression makes people laugh.

Lyrics of "Holding Mom's Hand"

Think about when I was a child, I often held my mother's hand and walked around without worry or worry. On the day of school, Standing at the school gate, crying and calling Mom, I want to go with you, holding my mother's hand, tears streaming down my face, although these hands are rough, she is the gentlest. Holding my mother's hand, happiness is in my heart. Don't let go of this most beautiful waiting, when you grow up.

I was still holding my mother’s hand. Thinking of my unfilial piety as a child, I felt so uncomfortable. My mother’s waist was also bent. Mom, her head turned white and she suffered a lot. Mom, I want to carry you on my back. , holding my mother's hand, tears flowing down. Although these hands are rough, she is the gentlest. Holding my mother's hand, happiness is in my heart. Never let go of this most beautiful waiting, never let go of this most beautiful of waiting.