Life seems to be on a stormy road,
Mother is at the forefront.
Give some umbrellas for children to shelter from the wind and rain, and
Mother gave them to me.
Children under umbrellas,
Mothers outside umbrellas,
Rain is no longer rain, and
It is given to the world by God.
Just like we don't forget our ancestors,
we forget our mothers.
Mother is the quilt of our body,
Without her, we will feel cold.
Mother is the salt in a dish,
Without her, life would be tasteless.
Mother must have her pains.
Those lingering pains,
often hang on her face.
With all my dear words to my mother,
My mother called me stupid,
Roses are flowers symbolizing love,
No,
They are also flowers that my children want to give to my mother.
I haven't heard my mother's jokes about my childhood for a long time,
I really regret,
I fell asleep before listening to those paragraphs.