Kid. Your smiling face is like a flower.
You came running to me
I'm your mother.
You trusted me so much.
In your opinion, I am everything to you.
In my opinion,
Kid. You are so beautiful.
As beautiful, delicate and pure as flowers.
I look at you with a smile.
The bright sunshine shines on your charming face.
I love you. Of course I love you.
Kid. No love is more unquestionable than what I give you.
It's like there's no more doubt about trust than what you gave me.
You are so young and delicate.
Not only that.
You're perfect.
I have some doubts that I created you.
Your limbs. Your blood
You are mine.
How proud I am of this.
You made me a mother.
When you suck my milk
When you call me mom sweetly
When I hold you in my arms
When I keep looking at you, looking at you
My heart is drunk.
Your frolicking is a kind of happiness even for me.
Your little unreasonable request
Your childish and ridiculous inquiry
I followed you and banished my soul at the same time.
Away from the world, clean and disorderly.
So sometimes I will be happy to satisfy you.
Kid. It's within my power.
Do whatever you want.
I created you in this world.
I gave you a rich life.
No, I'm not talking about the greatness of my mother.
How fragile the mother is.
A little injury is hurting her.
A little pain will hurt her more than a child.
As long as you have children
Mother is doomed to escape.
I never wanted to run away.
Just like I don't want to run away from love
Escape from beauty
Escape from Tomorrow
My children/my children
Children giggling in the sun.
A clean and innocent child
You are my tentacles and soul.
Mother's love
Motherly love is like an umbrella,
I am a child,
Hiding under mom's umbrella,
Mom! Protect me from wind, rain and sunshine.
Motherly love is like the sun,
I'm little white cloud,
Hiding in mom's arms,
Mom! Take care of me, take care of me.
Motherly love is like spring rain,
I am a small sapling,
Try to grow up,
Mom! Constantly moisten me and help me grow.
Ode to mother
-This document is for all mothers in the world, rich or poor.
Mom, can you use the hands of dead tree skin?
Brush off the frost that has turned gray on your temples? I know
The bow of the red ribbon bleached the black hair in my memory.
Long time no see. Mother, as if nothing had happened.
Or wriggle a loose tooth gently?
It's neither too tight nor too slow. Laugh in tears
Sing some songs that are still fresh in my childhood.
Memory is the snake of missing. Draw a word
Winding forward, my bitter ink in this life.
Mom, are you still willing to use this cracked tongue core?
Lick my arrogant poison. I am in front of you.
Always a child who doesn't grow up.
So there is a vague topic called maternal love.
It is undoubtedly the stupidest injury to a wanderer.
Mom, you are old. You used to be as famous as chrysanthemums.
The edge of the white porcelain bottle has your residual medicine fragrance.
Plain silk was very popular in the old days. manage
Brushed the heart of love, but still
I can't hide your crazy concern.
The autumn wind has started. Even in the shadow of loneliness, mom
Don't catch cold either. No matter when and where
Sunset depends on a crutch called a child.
And you, on fertile soil.
Seeds covered with vegetation are sprouting and growing.
And I, at the moment. I just want to hear your call.
My real name. In a trance, mother
I seem to be back in the yard, next to the well where I drew water as a child.
4. Mother in the storm
Life is like walking on a stormy road.
Mother is at the front.
Send some umbrellas to protect the children from the wind and rain to their mothers.
Mom pushed it to me again.
Ah, the child under the umbrella,
Mother outside the umbrella,
Rain is no longer rain,
It was a tear of happiness that God sent to the world.
5. Great maternal love
Pick a bunch of the brightest roses,
With all my dear words to my mother,
Mom said I was stupid,
Roses are flowers that symbolize love.
I don't know,
It is also a flower that the child gave to his mother.
I haven't heard my mother tell jokes about my childhood for a long time.
I regret it,
Those who fall asleep before listening.
Mother said, silly child, mother can never finish what she wants to say to her child.
Is to sleep in the grave,
You are also my eternal concern.