2. When I was a child, maternal love was a sweet glass of milk. I am nursing, and my mother is nursing. When I grow up, maternal love is a long line. I am receiving it and my mother is telling me. Later, maternal love was a busy back, I was staring, and my mother was working hard; Now, maternal love is the kind of look that overlooks the child's departure. I went far away, and my mother was worried. (high) according to
When I was a child, maternal love was a sweet kiss from my mother, printed on my forehead and sweet in my heart. When I grow up, maternal love is a warm hug from my mother, held in my arms and warm in my heart; Now, maternal love is a kind of care, which is clear in the eyes and in the heart. (Huang Yonglin)
When I was a child, maternal love was a cup of thick sugar water, which was drunk in my mouth and sweet in my heart. When you grow up, maternal love is a small ticket. I am here, and my mother is on the other side of the sea. Later, maternal love is a white hair, and it hurts in my heart when I look at it; Now, maternal love is a round basketball, held in your hand and warm in your heart. (Viann)
5, recalling childhood, maternal love is like that warm cradle, giving me care; Now I feel that maternal love is like a book, giving me knowledge; Looking forward to the future, maternal love is like the morning star before dawn, showing me the way forward. (Huang Pei)
6. When I was a child, maternal love was a cup of hot milk, which was drunk in my mouth and kept warm in my heart. When I grow up, maternal love is a good meal, and my stomach will be full when I see it in my eyes; Later, a mother's love is a cupboard full of beautiful clothes, worn on her body and happy on her face; Now, maternal love nags, I am careless, and my mother is worried. (Yuan)
7. When I was a child, maternal love was a small cradle. I slept inside and my mother waited outside. When I grow up, maternal love is a small umbrella. I'm hiding inside, and my mother is showering outside. Later, maternal love was a thin figure, I walked behind and my mother was in front; Now, maternal love is a broad stage, I stand on it and my mother sits at the bottom. (Liu Yibin)
8. When I was a child, maternal love, like water, gently flowed through my heart; When I grow up, maternal love is like sunshine, which dispels the haze in my heart; Later, a mother's love is like tea. You don't need words, just taste it slowly. Now, maternal love is like a key, which opens my closed heart. (Meng Lishi)