The wind and rain are merciless
Eroded her face
Long years of hard work
She's never tired
In the whet of time
She has frost on her temples
Mother
Simple words
But the most beautiful cry in the world
What a simple voice
But it means a lot
One line, one word
a single needle or a piece of thread
A soup and a meal
How much touching and warm it contains
Maternal love
It's a passionate poem
Meaningful and graceful
Maternal love
It's a wind chime
Long and melodious
Maternal love
It's a mountain spring
Through ups and downs, still clear and bright
Mother's love is as natural as sunshine, air and water, feeling every day
I forgot the existence of maternal love. I felt extremely precious when I was about to lose it
Maternal love is a little bit of care, is a little bit of subtle, everywhere
Everyone's growth process, on the accumulation of maternal love, from small to large, every minute
My mother's milk raised me. That moment may be the sweetest love in the world
Happy childhood is spent under the bedding of maternal love, carefree
What a difficult family, mothers are the most warm power to support children's growth
The power of maternal love is invincible and omnipotent, removing all obstacles on the way of children's growth
The child's soul is perfected under the nourishment of maternal love, integrates into the social torrent, and becomes a citizen
No matter how old you are, the dependence of maternal love will always exist. Maternal love is like spring water
No one can take the place of that sweet, which will never be forgotten and treasured in the bottom of my heart
How sweet is a child's mother's love
But the youth refused the mother's love
This mother love, because it becomes bitter
Let the children have endless rebellions
They're going to try to break the shackles
Mother's love is like breaking away from that
Flexible umbilical cord, free
Stand up to the sky
Through the clouds
Looking out of the sky
Finally one day
When they look down at their mother
How humble and small mother is
It's like a hard-working old cow raising a huge dinosaur
They can't imagine the pleasure of being coquettish in this humble bosom
All of a sudden too much sorrow and pity
But this humble mother's small body
But a heart wider than the sky
She used her white hands
Caress the sadness of children's hearts
It makes us understand
How futile is the attempt to break free from maternal love
We have to admit the truth, goodness and beauty of maternal love
In order to comfort and repay the mother's heart
Until mother closes her eyes
Leave us endless sweet memories
That little smile
It's going to turn into gold
Non exchangeable gold
In our hearts