In the memory of years, I grew up from a flower. The flowers of those years fell on my shoulders, and from spring to autumn, I mourned the past together in those leaves. The petals that fell from the snow in those years withered into plain petals before the snow fell. Then, can you tell me a blessing, where are you in the distance?
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.
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. My mother tried to keep your faded figure. Although the morning light has cut my dream into wisps of smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time. I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear of losing your unique warmth after washing it. Isn't the running water of mother's years just as ruthless, afraid of fading memories?