I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to be home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains. If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
Motherly love is a breeze, which blows away the snowflakes and brings infinite spring.
In my dream, I saw several wrinkles on my mother's smooth forehead, her black hair turned pale and her straight waist became bent. I feel horrible. Is this my mother's old age? My heart sank, my nose was sour, and two lines of tears could not help falling down my cheeks. After waking up, I wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes, and I regretted it. ...
Motherly love is a silent song, which always rings gently in an afternoon, a dusk and a dark night. Motherly love is a faint painting, which will always be in a strange street, a strange station or a foreign hotel when you are most frustrated and in need of help. A flash passed before my eyes. ...
6. Motherly love is bitter advice when you are confused; When traveling, maternal love is a sincere "exhortation"; Motherly love is a kind smile when you are lonely and helpless.
7, mother, rich in literacy, speaking of which you will think, then your mother must be a very professional woman, right? Don't! My mother is just an ordinary rural woman, but what she gave me is something that I can't digest in my life. I think rural people have nothing to be ashamed of, because they are more hardworking and kind. I love my hometown and I love my mother.