Praise the great mother, selfless dedication and love for children.
Original poem: Motherly love/Wang Guozhen
We also love our mother, but this is not the same as her love for us.
Our love is a stream, and our mother's love is the ocean.
Dewdrops on Achnatherum splendens are round and bright.
It was an April day, and the sun shone.
Half brilliant and half brilliant.
That's where the spring breeze passes. Our smile is the smile on our mother's face.
Our pain is the deep sadness in our mother's eyes.
We can walk a long way.
But I can't walk out of my mother's square.