Mother is a beacon in the darkness. When you are confused, firm guidance and call make you take vigorous steps.
Mother is a harbor by the sea. When you are tired, your broad and gentle mind makes you comfortable to park.
My mother is a troubled pianist. When you are lazy and depressed, the elegant melody floats and your eyes turn green immediately;
Mother is a crutch in hard walking. When you stumble, it can help you find the center of gravity and support a hopeful vilen.
Mother is a clear spring in the desert. When you are thirsty and painful, just one drop will spread Wang Yang's life in your heart.
Mother is a lonely flower. When you are lonely and depressed, it will be clear at a glance, and the smell of it will refresh your heart, make you feel comfortable and not lonely.