Imitate a prose poem to express your love for your mother and express your feelings by borrowing things.

I like the spring breeze in April, which blows the vast land green.

Like a green ocean, it sets off continuous waves.

Gently, smooth the footprints when you come.

I like the spring breeze in April, wrapped in warm warmth.

Like the morning light in summer, it dispels the memory of winter.

Silently, without any words.

I like the spring breeze in April, mixed with the vitality of teenagers.

Like a dancing partner, I danced happily.

Quietly, laughter sounded.

I like the spring breeze in April.

Just because

There is a mother there.