Maternal love is the most sacred, noble and selfless love in the world. She is immersed in everything and fills the world.
Words gave her too much interpretation and connotation. Without the soul-stirring of historical poems and the reversal of stormy waves, a mother's love is like a spring rain, which moistens things silently and deeply.
Motherly love is a clear spring that moistens children's hearts, and it is a lifetime of laughter. With the children sipping and sipping, it is endless. Therefore, the tears of children's laughter are integrated with the lingering of maternal love.
Motherly love is bright sunshine, hot and bright. She can melt glaciers, purify the soul and flourish. She breeds life with a broad mind and cares about everything.
Motherly love is an idyllic poem, long and pure, elegant and light, full of green, beautiful and pleasant. It makes the air fresh, flowers colorful and butterflies flying. She is the only pure land that has not been polluted by fame and fortune.
Motherly love is a landscape painting, a mountain spring in Ming Che, clean and clear. It washes away the floating ornaments of lead and makes it fresh and natural. She is pure, sincere and flawless, and can wash away all filth.
Motherly love is an affectionate song, melodious and easy to sing. It is the eternal theme of literature and music. The theme of literature is maternal love, and the article will nourish its connotation. The theme of music is maternal love, with soft tunes and long aftertaste.
Motherly love is a long way and a lingering yearning. No matter where you go, she will grow with you. That long-term concern and earnest advice will guide you to the maze and eliminate the thorns in your journey.
Maternal love is a high mountain. No matter how hard you are, she always relies on the barrier to support the shade above us, and her towering body protects you from the wind and rain, making your heart calm and happy.
Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring.
Maternal love is a deep pool. The troubles and entanglements of the family always fade away in her mind that accommodates thousands of waters of Qian Shan, and the perfection of love is completed in silent forbearance. Generosity and the character it contains make the family harmonious, calm and full of warmth.
Mother's love is eternal, no matter how the wind and rain erode, she is always perfect and will never fade.
Motherly love is pure, and she will always be pure as water and primitive.
Motherly love is persistent, no matter how bitter her fate is, she always pours out her heart and never gives in.
When you cry like a baby, maternal love is a warm hug. When you are learning English, maternal love is an ardent expectation for your child's growth; Motherly love is warm hot tea when staying up late to prepare for the exam; When you travel, maternal love is a silent sob; When you get grades, maternal love is tears of excitement; When you are sick in bed, maternal love is your anxious eyes before your sick bed; When you go astray, maternal love is a kind exhortation; When you are walking on thin ice and don't know where the road is, maternal love is the salt sprinkled on your wound, which stung her heart.
When I think of my mother, depression will turn into high emotions; When I think of my mother, wasting time will become great pride; When I think of my mother, the wandering wanderer will feel that the leaves have returned to the roots; When we think of our mother, our wandering hearts find a home. Because of maternal love, we move from melancholy to singing, from stupidity to wisdom. Because of maternal love, there is the beginning of life, the continuation of history, the germination of reason and the return of human nature.
Time is like water, and the years are fleeting. How many memories have faded, but we have never changed our thoughts of our mother. Yingying went to Yan, spring went, her face grew old and her hair was as white as snow. The children grow up day by day, while her mother grows old day by day. Maternal love is generous, and she sent away the spring dew and autumn frost. Leave it to the morning light, leave it to the dusk; But I just forgot myself. Motherly love is speechless, and I can't express my gratitude for this heavy love in thousands of words. My mother silently paid for us and consumed her youth and life, but she didn't complain at all and didn't get any return. The vicissitudes of time have left a gray mark on her face and hair, which makes me sigh more about the ruthless passage of time and the greatness of love!