1, the mother who is getting old slowly, the years are like songs, and her face is drifting away in the river of time. Her eyes, once as bright as starlight, are now covered with a layer of fog, but that affection and wisdom remain the same.
Her hands, once so delicate and dexterous, are now full of traces of years. It is a testimony that she works hard and loves us. Although her back is no longer tall and straight, the glory of maternal love will never fade.
She often recalls the past years, those laughter and tears, those passions and dreams. Although the wind and frost of the years have dyed her hair white, her heart is still burning with love for life. She will be busy in the kitchen, cooking those familiar smells.
Although her movements are no longer as agile as before, her attachment and affection for home will never decrease. She often shares her stories with me, those chapters about growth, love and struggle.
Although her voice is no longer as loud as before, her understanding and experience of life will never be dim. Growing old mother, you are the most beautiful poem in my life. Your smile is as warm as sunshine, and your words are as sweet as a clear spring.
Your love, like an endless river, always moistens my heart. In the process of you getting old, I learned to cherish and be grateful. I will take good care of you and spend every day and night with my love.
Because you are the most precious treasure in my life, I will protect you forever.
2, the mother who is slowly getting old, the years have carved traces on her face, wrinkles such as gullies, witnessing the flow of years and hard work. Her figure is no longer tall and straight, and she walks slightly, but that warm smile has been hanging on her face.
Her hands, once so soft and delicate, have now become rough, which is the mark of her hard work for us.
Although her eyes are no longer clear and bright, they are still full of love and care, which is the eternal light in my heart. She often makes small mistakes, such as forgetting something or accidentally saying something wrong, but that's only because she is old.
She will silently pray for my peace and happiness in the dead of night. Although I have grown up, I will always be a child in her eyes.
Mom, you are the most precious treasure in my life. Your love is like an endless river that always moistens my heart. In the process of your aging, I understand the fragility and preciousness of life. I will cherish every moment and accompany you through every day and night with my love.