We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations.
Without the soul-stirring of historical epic and the reversal of stormy waves, a mother's love is like a spring rain, a clear song, which moistens things silently and long.
Yu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... Their destination is aging ... It is impossible for the elderly in their twilight years to cry for their mothers without touching people, nor to cry for their return and wandering." .
"I am in my mother's arms, my mother is on the boat, and the boat is in the moonlight sea." There is a harsh smell in the light, which is the love my mother gave me.
When the lost eyes are innocent, the mother's care is the most memorable. The burden of knowledge is so heavy that it is the shadow of my mother studying with me at midnight.
Maternal love is crimson, a crimson sea. Although it surges occasionally, it is too deep. When it is calm, it is always gentle. When you touch the sea, you will deeply feel a kind of boiling slurry, which is warm all the time.