The days are like walking on a windy and rainy road,
Mother is at the forefront.
Let some umbrellas to protect the children from the wind and rain,
>Mother pushed it to me again.
Oh, children under the umbrella,
Mother outside the umbrella,
Rain is no longer rain, < /p>
It is a tear of happiness sent by God to the world.
Mother, thank you for your hard work
The human body can leave,
And People will never leave,
Just like we will never forget our ancestors,
Forget our mother.
Mother is the quilt on our body,
Without her, you will feel cold.
Mother is the salt of the dish,
Without her, life has no flavor.
Mother must have her pain.< /p>
Those wandering pains,
often hang on her face,
intertwined with the smiles looking at her children.