Paper boat-send it to mom
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Keep it forever,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I am still not discouraged, folding every day,
I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan, please ask him to come back with her love and sorrow!
Fanxing spring
Mom!
Put aside your troubles,
Let me fall into your arms,
Only you are the destination of my soul.
Spring water (104)
The fish came up,
A bug is floating on the water-
In this do or die, my fragile heart,
Suddenly I trembled.
Mom is really great.
Mother is like the moon, shining on my doors and windows, holy and kind, shining with love.
For the sake of children, not afraid of dark clouds, give me warmth and encourage me to go up.
Mom, I love you. I love you. You're amazing.
Mother is like a star, shining on my doors and windows, holy and kind, shining with love.
A grateful heart
I came from an accident, like a grain of dust. Who can see my fragility?
Where I come from, where I belong, and who will call me in the next moment.
Although the world is wide, this road is difficult. I have seen all the ups and downs in this world.
How much love and tears I still have, God knows I won't give up.
Grateful heart, thank you, accompany me all my life, let me have the courage to be myself.
Grateful heart, thank you, I will cherish it like flowers bloom and fall.
Mom, I love you.
Mom! Mom! I love you, you taught us to endure hardships, and you taught us to live up to expectations.
Childhood scenes are often in dreams, mother's love will never be forgotten, and mother's goodness will never be forgotten.
Even the stormy waves, even the wind, frost, rain and snow.
With your mother, everyone is willing to struggle and achieve great things.
Fanxing spring
Farewell!
I can't bear to leave you,
But I miss my mother very much.
Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hid in his nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms.