Kindness has been passed down from generation to generation, and heroes do not lack half the sky. Tender feelings and blood are fixed, and love for red clothes is getting fresher every day. Peach blossoms burn around the forest stream, and willow green sings orioles. In the spring of March, during the festival, a poem sang something comforting. It means that if the onion root is cut, the mouth is like a dani, and the steps are fine, which is unparalleled in the world.
Time climbs on your forehead, and time passes by my shoulder. In the morning light, you are smiling, and vicissitudes hold up my tender wings. That sweet and delicious meal, that warm and soft sweater; Tireless teaching; The complex of life is closely connected with me. It's in the blood, in the bone marrow and in the heart. Your love moved me.
I finally know that there is another thing in this world, which is more abundant than the water of the Yangtze River and more breathtaking than the trend of the Yellow River. Tougher and evergreen than the green of pine and cypress; That's your love, your deep love, selfless love, my mother.
I don't understand everything you gave me. Please open your eyes for me and let the world unfold before my eyes. I started walking up and down this strange street, but I always saw a pair of big hands protecting me and guiding me. I chased them and stroked the vicissitudes of history covered by them.
However, I can't help but sigh that the irreparable time is these eager eyes. You have to keep walking and don't know what the destination is. Your soul has left your body, doesn't your soul feel tired? After all, the world will be gathered by eyes, and the streets we walk through are no longer strange. Looking at those beautiful big hands, our eyes will feel blurred.