Blowing Buddha gives me a childlike heart,
Clouds on the horizon,
Arouse my endless reverie ...
The river of memory flows in slowly.
In this land of early summer,
Mom, I want to write a poem for you.
A love poem.
When the sky is slightly bright,
You are the first person to get up and cook breakfast for me.
When I fall asleep at night,
Are you still helping me wash clothes? ...
When I was sick and had a high fever,
You used alcohol cotton.
Wipe my forehead over and over again,
Stay with me until dawn.
It's your rainy day again
Give me clothes and shoes. ...
When I don't understand a question,
You explain to me patiently,
You read me beautiful articles over and over again,
Taught me math and British standards over and over again,
Let me learn knowledge,
Wandering in the ocean of knowledge.
In my gold medal
With your hard work and sweat,
In my works and awards
With your hard work and diligence ...
Mom, I know you are tired,
Let me wash your feet,
Let me hit you on the back,
Let me make a beautiful card for you.
Let me give it to you ...
Mom, just use this poem,
As a gift for you on Mother's Day.
Mom-
I love you!