Poetry is the sun of life.

The sun in my heart

When breast milk flows in for the first time,

I decided,

You are my sun.

Your kind eyes,

Like the dawn,

Stay firmly in my heart.

When I was a toddler,

I hold your palm.

Even if I can stumble alone,

I can still feel it,

The worries behind it,

Like the sun in spring—

Eyes.

I am tall and strong now,

Your hair is gray.

Wrinkles climb up your holy face,

But you are still running around.

You still have so many restless hearts,

You are still the same as when you were young.

I look at your busy back,

Ying Ying's eyes glowed unconsciously,

tears ...

I call from the bottom of my heart,

Mom,

My dear mother,

You will always be me-

The sun in my heart!

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