The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Father: (Poetry)
There is a mountain in my heart.
This is a lush, tall and majestic mountain.
I am a rock on the mountain.
Rock is the son of mountain.
childhood
I am a small stone.
Play on the shoulders of the mountains
childhood
I am a pebble.
Quietly nestled in the chest of the mountain
teenagers
I am a stone.
Standing on the side of the mountain, you look dashing.
In the glorious years
I grew up happily in the arms of mountains.
Countless storms
I was trained to be as strong as a mountain.
at present
I will also become a mountain.
A lush, tall and majestic mountain.
In order to continue a great mission—
Father's love is like a mountain, solid and reliable.