Pick a bunch for mom.
It is colorful, it is fragrant, it is elegant.
This is a reward for mom.
Ah, mom, mom, dear mom
Your sweat, your tears of joy,
Let spring cover the whole world. Give my mother a bunch of flowers. Pick the most beautiful flowers in your dreams with a blessing laugh. Look for the most beautiful flowers among the flowers under mom's umbrella. In the spring when a hundred flowers blossom, write an emotional poem with my mother. Give my mother a kiss, pick out my childhood memento mori from between her lips and teeth, and call my birth name. Those are crystal pearls. Charming, shining and full of maternal love, when the wind blows, you support your body to resist the cold for me. Without wind and frost, the seeds germinate happily and enjoy your rain and dew. I am a healthy growing flower, singing birds and flowers, feeling the warmth of home. I want to pick a beautiful flower for my dear mother. Flowers set off your forehead and bathed in your favorite sunshine. I look back at my mother's heart deeply and grow up. I walked through the loneliness of the night, sheltered the torture of the wind and rain, and lifted the child's heart. I remember the title of mother ship in my heart and feel the warmth in your arms. What comes to mind is the attachment of a sleeping baby in my arms. Your love moistens my heart. I walked past ignorant children when I was a toddler. You lead me to a successful tomorrow, a poetic flower season, and leave your umbrella in an ideal boat. I look at your waist, which is no longer tall and straight, and your temples are stained with light cream and wet tears, quietly shedding the glory of your mother. In the spring breeze, I convey to you that I gently walk towards you and look up at my mother. My dear mother and daughter have grown up. Thank you for gathering the most beautiful flowers in the world. I wish you good health and worry-free!