You are the flower of my father's destiny, which makes my father's garden fragrant in the budding season.
No matter what the reason, happiness or sadness, your love will always be because of your father's massiness and rich soil. That kind of deep-rooted love has flowed in your veins for a long time, and then infiltrated every day and night.
Before I formed my memory, mother, your smile was deeply embedded in my bones. In my previous life's garden, it became a happy flower.
All the beginnings come from mother!
Your name is the innocent and carefree happiness of mankind.
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In your body, I listened to my father's gentle whisper and excited cry.
Is this the song of life? Every note, heavy or light, the bullet will generally hit the mother's emotional cells.
Your youth, like a mature crop, is harvested one after another by the sickle of your father's life, unfamiliar and skilled.
Face life, mom, you have no choice.
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Along your branches and leaves, the vine of my life climbs slowly. Listening to the wind blowing, there are peaceful birds singing, and there are chords as pleasant as listening.
Who can peel off the mother at the beginning of life? Therefore, in the long years of growth, my fragile life is integrated with your blood.
On the island of life, moonlight is like water. A bud calmly feels the moonlit night. Facing the clear night sky, mother, I am the irresistible moonlight in your body. And you, however, are the source of my life in past and future generations.
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I brought disaster to my mother. Is pain pain or pleasure?
My memory of fear of death is incomplete.
And mother, at the moment you opened the door of my life, from that moment on, your life and death were willingly delivered to me.
That night, accidentally, the wind outside the window tore the dawn to pieces.
Mom, I can hold the deep bite marks on your lips, but I can't hold the aching pain in your body.
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As the first meeting in my life, I dedicate my first cry and my first smile to you. Here, mother, in the depths of your memory, you get an eternal road.
You always hug me gently in an unprecedented posture and confide in me. Your smile is as bright as a chrysanthemum. It is as beautiful as spring and as beautiful as lilies in the valley. Life is so beautiful that I am speechless.
Mom, in the future, I will wash your face with the water of gratitude.
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Facing your watery eyes, I fell asleep peacefully.
Perhaps, I will shout out my ignorance and faint sadness in my sleep; Maybe I will express my dissatisfaction in a sweet way. Maternal love, which is vividly displayed, is touching and heartbreaking, beautiful and enviable at this moment.
Life is like water, flowing quietly through a little vastness.
What I expected, along with my life, came from my mother: what I didn't take away was quietly taken away by my mother along with my life.
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When one day, your breath stops touching my sleeping face in the middle of the night, I will grow up, mom.
For me, autumn is just a process of life; For you, autumn is a necessity to show your life. I am a display of the fruits of your life. In your Millennium exhibition area, I will show my youth and become the capital of your proud golden autumn.
Your annual rings, wrapped around me again and again, finally formed a knot. When your sadness is full of years' faces, are you mine, not just the wild geese singing in your heart?
Mom, cry heartily and lie on my shoulder. Although I'm not your only child.