Strength is not worship, but comprehensive strength is proud. In thousands of historical celebrities and civilization stories, green mountains and green waters nourish the soul, and yellow skin and black eyes are kind-hearted. Once upon a time, I endured humiliation and my heart won.
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A confident hymn
1, mom
My mother is like the sun in winter. When I encounter setbacks, she will encourage me, comfort me and warm my heart. Mom, mom is like a bright light in the dark. When I lose my way, she will guide me, illuminate me and walk towards the light. Mom, mom is like the bright moon on an autumn night. When I am lonely and helpless, she will accompany me, support me and give me full confidence. Mom, she is busy for me all day, with no regrets. So, on this annual Mother's Day, I want to say thank you, Mom. I love you.
I want nothing more.
I only ask Jesus, I have no hope, I only look forward to Jesus, I have no admiration, I only admire Jesus, I have no choice, I only choose Jesus, Jesus, my heart is satisfied and rich, Jesus, my heart is full of me, my heart is sweet and enjoyable, Jesus, Jesus, my heart is eager to wait, please live in my heart forever and ever.
3. In my mind
There is an unfathomable place that no one has ever asked. You are the fire of hope, illuminating my future and giving me hope. Every dark night, I care about you. Every cold night, you give me endless warmth. It is raining in the sky, and every drop of rain is telling. Your pale fingertips touched my temple, and I couldn't help grabbing your skirt as I did when I was a child.
Mother has cut her dream into wisps of smoke in order to keep you, but I dare not open my eyes for a long time. I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth. Isn't mom's running water the same in those years, heartless and afraid of fading her memory? How dare I open its screen easily? I cried to you for a thorn. Now I wear a watch and dare not moan.
Mom, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if I call for penetrating the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love in this way. Although I have written many songs for flowers, sea and dawn, my sweet and soft memories are not rapids and waterfalls, but dry wells that can't be sung among flowers and trees.
4. mom, mom
Your silver hair, rickety body, lonely figure, you are old. You are interacting with neighboring villages. You are 80 years old, and you still fetch water and cook by yourself. You still cling to my childhood dream hometown. It is the pride of your life to raise our four children all your life. The pigeon you let go is the concern of your life and the hope of survival. Every time I mention being nice to people, I always have a smile on my face. How can a mother who has gone through hardships write thousands of words with a blunt pen?