We also love our mother.
But mom doesn't love us.
Our love is a stream.
Motherly love is the ocean.
Dew on unstable grass
Round and bright
That's the light from the sun.
April day
Semiromantic
Half brilliant.
That's where the spring breeze passes.
Our happiness
It's the smile on mom's face.
Our pain
It is the deep sadness in my mother's eyes.
We can walk a long way.
But I can't get out.
The square of the mother's heart
The corn is ripe. mother
Ants are crawling all over every corner.
-This is the mother's finger.
Corn yellow into poetry
Mother is a miserable poet.
The season of reincarnation
Sweat and finished sweat products
Same as the lifeline price.
Years and faces
There is no carving of the scenery outside the mountain
Mother silently.
only
To discredit the originally indifferent tranquility.
mother
Looking at the fields alone
I'm thinking about my mother.
Mother is the best crop in the field.
A pear tree, to be exact.
The day after my father left.
Family ties turned yellow in the stubble field.
Strange weeds abandoned their homes.
The rainy season wet one dream after another.
Mother stood stubbornly in the garden.
My feet are deeply immersed in the loess.
A thin body in the wind and rain
Hold a heart all your life.
Time drives the seasons.
Time is engraved with annual rings.
The autumn wind passed by.
Kill my mother's life
I'm used to wandering around, wandering around
Every time I come home,
Tell my mother something far away.
She always listens carefully.
She couldn't bear to interrupt me.
every time
My eyes are always full of tears.
To mother.
Shake your light fingers in summer.
Start your beautiful festival.
Women's pride is fleeting.
The baby should be Yaotai Yu Xiang bone.
The voice of blessing is slowly rippling in the boundless sea.
You made me believe
Life is faint and fragrant.
Riyue Yiqiong Lou Qing Pill
Happy Zhu Yan Ye Xiang Lan
Stare with a happy low eyebrow.
Mom told me.
Don't forget to smile.
But we sigh
The nothingness of seventeen-year-old love
We sigh
People trapped in it
The rest is wasted years.
It's a broken, unbound heart.
however
Our place
Fairy tales that are constantly being written
Autumn fairy tales
In my mother's heart
No matter how good the moonlight is, it will inevitably bring some desolation.
Our purity
It's just a book of memories
I'm glad I can use it.
What mom didn't understand froze her thoughts.
then
let go
Feel the life given by mother.
That hand, that face
I tried to change the space I missed.
But I am
Just wandering at the tip of love
at present
I learned to draw closer with my thoughts.
Create motivation with your heart
Today's wish
Is to make mom's beautiful eyes
Spread the happiest smile in a thousand years.
Is to let that string of snow-covered goodbye
Re-appear
An oath blocked by a door
recur
mother
When it's cold
Think about mom.
Mom is not afraid of the cold.
The mother is afraid that the child will be cold.
Winter is coming.
Mother is wearing thin clothes.
Children sewing
Some warm cotton-padded clothes
Mom's hands are red.
Mom's lips are purple.
Mother always said
Not cold
Mother never goes near the stove.
The children gathered around the stove.
Mothers surround their children.
In childhood
I can't figure it out
at present
grow up
Only then did I know.
Mom is really not afraid of the cold.
I'm afraid my child is cold.
Write to mother
who is it?
who is it?
Put your hair
Become as white as frost
who is it?
who is it?
Put the vicissitudes of the world
Write all over your face
My wandering footprints
Walking on a strange road
Your tears
Also began to flow quietly.
The pace of my long journey
travel around the world
my heart
Wandering around you forever.
mother
Your tears are my sadness.
Your smile is my comfort.
Your love
Is the warmest language.
Makes me strong.
Your arm
It is the largest seaport.
Let me coquetry
I'm the one you can't leave behind
You are my eternal attachment in my heart.
Mom-you are the hometown of my life.
Night * Moon * Mother
The depth of the night
Pour endlessly
Drowned the noise of youth
The moon is bright.
Dirted by the quiet earth.
Complaining about customers' dreams
But a little soft and comfortable.
Catch the shadows of trees in the moonlight
oneself
But first there was a mottled drunkenness.
Any soft heart
The breeze is blowing gently.
A soft heart was blown away.
Dust falling on memory.
Go back to the farmhouse with my mother and childhood.
Mother's delighted smile
Be permeated with kindness and happiness.
That's because of the wanderers in the distance.
return
Mother's delighted kindness and smile
Gradually spread
be unresolved/unsettled
Become full of heaven and earth
Bright moon
As the night deepens.
Answer supplement
father
Years cast by wind and rain
Carved on his father's forehead.
Profoundly outline the wisdom life.
The feeling of falling flowers is gone.
Father's manners are no longer the same.
Traces of passing away covered the dead leaves everywhere.
The lush grass has long since disappeared.
year
What's the hurry?
Remember that night.
My father took my little hand to watch the sunset.
The sky was red with red cloud.
My father seems to be looking forward to one of my dreams.
I dare not look straight into my father's expectant eyes guiltily.
A large cloud
Just like my father's deep love for me
I want to cry for joy.
Young father
Always say to me: I am a big tree and you are a small tree.
Now, the grown-up little tree wants to say to his father:
You will always be my big tree
: sacred maternal love
Motherly love, not picky about looks.
Motherly love, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Motherly love is noble and great.
Motherly love, infinite loyalty
Whether you are peaceful or uneasy.
Whether you fail or succeed,
Motherly love, you failed and succeeded.
Motherly love is everywhere.
She, accompany you through life.
It was she who released the dragons and phoenixes on earth.
It's her, Changhong, who made the day.
Don't understand maternal love
You have lost the meaning of life.
Forget maternal love
High-ranking officials are generous, and the blood is cold and the body is weak.
A mother fell into poverty.
Why does one side miss peace?
Dot bright colors with our hands.
Measure overall prosperity with love.
Caring for mother is also the sublimation and purification of you and me.
Try to dry your tears for your mother and enjoy the splendor!