(Female): You brought me to the world and taught me how to walk through the ditch when I was growing up.
When I was learning English, you showed me the outside world.
When it's freezing, you put my hand in your arms to keep warm.
You have woven a warm home with the needle of love and the thread of patience.
That delicious food, clean clothes, are all your love quietly spread.
Woman: If I were a kite, you would be the kite string.
When the child walks on Wan Li Road, the words of exhortation and voice entrustment in the mother's heart are persistent thoughts for the wanderer.
Man: If I were a ship, you would be a lighthouse in the harbor.
Emit eternal light and guide me to get lost in the sea.
(Together): This is a mother's love. She is as soft as a small one, as light as smoke, as deep as the sea and as kind as a mountain.
Woman: One day two thousand years ago, the ancient city of Pompeii in Italy was instantly submerged by volcanic lava.
After two centuries of vicissitudes, people were deeply shocked by a fossil.
This is a mother, curled up on the ground and holding a baby tightly in her arms.
We can imagine that when the suffocating lava pounces on the residents who can't escape.
The desperate mother bent down and held her young son in her arms with her back, head and limbs.
She hopes to use her own flesh and blood to resist the hot magma for the children in her arms.
She wants to give her child a chance.
This is a mother's most instinctive hope in do or die.
Although, ruthless magma still drowned them.
But the scene of mother and son embracing each other has become history forever.
(M): One day two thousand years later, Tangshan collapsed in a sudden subsidence.
A mother and son were buried under the rubble for eight days, and it was eight days.
When rescuers found them, the seven-or eight-month-old children were safe and sound.
And the mother, but never left this world.
In that cold, water-free and food-free environment, it is the mother who continues her child's life with milk.
When the milk was sucked dry, she bit off her finger hard and let the child suck her own blood until the last drop of life passed.
Until people discovered the miracle of life created by the loving mother's heart
(Together): This is the mother's dedication and choice without regrets.
This is the mother's highest interpretation of the meaning of life
Flowers can wither and the sea becomes a mulberry field.
But mother's love will remain in our hearts forever.
(Female): When youth shines on our faces.
Years have also frosted my mother's temples.
We sheltered from the wind and rain under our mother's big tree.
But indifferent to the care and friendship of the tree.
However, mother contained our extremes with kindness and soothed our anxiety with warmth.
(m): Dear Mom, let your children do something for you.
Perhaps, in a word, a glass of water, a hug, a carnation.
It will make you happy and smile.
Because the mother's heart is always so easy to satisfy.
(Female): Dear Mom, today is your holiday.
Your children use the most sincere language in the world.
Bless the mother of the whole world:
(Together): Always happy, healthy and beautiful.