Village
Author: Haizi
There are mothers and children living in the village.
The son grows up quietly.
The mother watches quietly.
The village is a white boat among the reeds.
My sister's name is Luhua.
My sister is beautiful.
My mother is warm sunshine, and I am sunshine. Mother is a vast sea, and I am a small fish in the sea; Motherly love is a beautiful garden, and I am a small butterfly in the garden; Motherly love is the blue sky, and I am a bird under the blue sky. Let the soul become a thousand rays of sunshine, travel through time and space, and find the years that are inadvertently lost; But we can't pick up the beads that our mother gave us and scattered all over the floor and were ignored by you and me. It's a little bit of love, which makes you and me feel guilty and lost. ?
How many things go against her will? She just tries her best to do better. How many people have broken her heart, and she just goes to heal her wounds with sadness. The years are dignified, the wind and rain are vivid, and my mother makes me speechless with my love. I can't say how my mother is. I don't even know if my writing is clear, correct and in line with the norms of writing my mother's composition. But after all, I can only read my mother with love, read her love, and read it in my heart.