Ode to a Motherly Love is not less than 50 words.

Motherly love is great, and greatness comes from selflessness. Maternal love is permeated with objective agreement. Motherly love is like a glass of water, colorless and tasteless. A child is like a fish, never leaving water. So I often forget the taste of this water. Maternal love is like a river, clear and long. Children are like grass by the river, growing sturdily under the nourishment of the river. Look! The grass by the river is much greener than that by the river. Motherly love is like the sea, boundless. Countless ships were towed to sea. That ship is a child. Mothers let their children wander around and play ... Childhood maternal love is a gentle palm that hits the body to protect the soul. Since childhood, maternal love is a rough palm that caresses the sad face. Now, maternal love is an invisible palm, which covers the sky and the sun and cares for the heart. My eyebrows are full and my mother's messy hair is twisted out. In a delicate rain, by the river in my hometown, I remembered my mother's beauty and gentleness. I remembered my mother's. Smiling acacia climbed up my cheek. I am every cheerful river in the moonlight. My dream is on the riverbed of my hometown. My mother's eyes are full of traces of time. I stared at the years. It is like a sickle waiting for the autumn harvest. I swing in the sweet fruit. I love you, my dear mother. I love you when you were young. You carefully designed every second of my life for me. Every minute is written on many bright red days with my flowing poems and enthusiasm.