Mother is an umbrella, shielding the children from the wind and rain in the sky;
Mother is a bridge, connecting the ditch on the other side of the child's ideal;
Mother is a candle. When there is no other light source, it burns for the children themselves.
Mother is the earth, embracing everything in the world.
Mom is bright, which makes me full of expectations.
Mom is shady, which makes me feel good.
Mother is the sun, which radiates brilliant light.