Poetry recitation, filial piety to parents

Regarding the years of filial piety, I left behind a pair of shoes, took off one dress after another, gave me one landmark after another, and stared at me tirelessly with ancient and eternal care. Sometimes, my mother's hand gives me a ride, and sometimes, my mother's heart gives me a ride. Actually, it doesn't matter whether you send me or not. I have long known that whether it is windy, rainy or snowy, it is your concern on the mountain road of the years. I'll write for you.