All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. (Gorky)
Motherly love is a great flame. (romain rolland)
Poetry:
The Book of Songs Xiaoya-Guo E
It's me, Polygonum hydropiper. Artemisia argyi is a bandit.
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.
I am a loser, but I am a thief.
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.
It is a pity that the bottle is used up.
It is better to die for a long time than to live with fresh people.
No father, no mother.
Get a shirt when you go out, and you're exhausted when you go in.
My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me.
Spoil me, feed me, grow me and nurture me.
Take care of me, answer me, get in and out of my abdomen.
If you want to repay kindness, you will be extremely confused.
Nanshan is fierce and the wind is blowing.
There is nothing wrong with the people, I am alone.
Nanshan method, drifting with the wind.
Everyone is in the valley, and I'm not alone.
A traveler's song
(Tang) Meng Jiao
The thread in the loving mother's hand,
Make clothes for her wayward son.
She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.
But how much love does an inch of grass have,
Make three spring scenery.