I like my mother to write a poem.

Motherly love contains everything. When you are on the street, it is your mother's love that encourages you to stay up late. Mother's love is like a desk lamp, illuminating your way home. Remember when I was in the third grade, my mother fed me sweet beef soup? I opened my hazy eyes. I saw my mother's mouth was bloodshot. It is another winter. I picked up my schoolbag and went to school with the sound of cakes made by my mother. The voice's persuasion is my mother's hope. Do you remember that I was kept by the teacher to do my homework because I was late for school? My mother knew and didn't say anything. My heart ached badly in the kitchen. What is my mother's love? Mother's love is a cool breeze blowing my heart that I don't want to make progress. When I was 0/8 years old, it was my mother's heartfelt words that saved my tender heart. What is my mother's love? Maternal love is a trickle. When encountering rock obstacles, she never flinched lightly, continued to beat the waves and flowed forward happily. Oh, dear mother, I am willing to uncover your heart, wipe away your hot tears and give you a bright spring. Looking up at the sky, the tree will bear the fruit you desire. Mom, please trust your son.