If I am a seedling, my mother is the earth that feeds me, and I strive to grow under the nourishment of my mother; If I were a boat, my mother would be my shelter from the wind and rain, and I would grow up slowly under the warm care of my mother. If I were a stream; Mother is the sea that contains me, and watching the waves is my mother's infinite concern for me!
I wrote this temporarily myself. There may be something wrong with it.
Artistry's poor handwriting