First, the "wind".
The wind, no matter how big, is not terrible. The terrible thing is that when the wind blows, everything changes, but you don't. No matter how strong the wind is, it is not terrible. The terrible thing is that nothing has changed when the wind blows, but you have. Before nightfall, dusk is approaching, people come and go, shouting is still the same, birds sing in pairs, palm trees continue to shake their heads, the songs in the window are getting hazy, time flies, and thousands of thoughts drift away with the wind.
Second, the "moon".
The moon in the sky is round and shining like a jade plate in the sea. A group of fish swam over and the jade plate broke into two or three pieces. The fish ran away in fear until they reached the rock. Looking back, the moon is still round.
Third, "Mom is a big tree".
Mom is a big tree, and I am a bird in it. Jumping around my mother happily every day. When it is hot, my mother gives me cool air, and the green leaves shake hypnotic songs; It's cold, my mother holds me tightly, and snowflakes write spring songs. Ah, mom, no matter where I fly in the future, I will never forget this green forest tip. Mother is a fertile soil, I am a seedling, fertile soil nourishes me and makes me grow taller every day.
Mother's love gave me green life, a field of life and mature laughter. Ah, mom, I salute like an ear of grain, and thank you for your contribution to parenting. My mother is Blue Harbor, and I am a sail sailing from Hong Kong. With your blessing and expectation, you paved the way for me.