mother love
It is a flower, but it will not fade.
This is a ribbon, but it won't break.
This is a full moon, but it won't be incomplete.
The distance calls you on your way.
There is a pair of hands that silently collect shoes for you.
Stones hurt your will.
There is a heart secretly dripping blood.
There is no longer night than eyes.
Nothing is more deadly than caring.
Compared with the expectation of sowing
Our fruit is always so withered.
Don't believe in emotional balance.
See which direction love leans.
Sacredness is our broad mother.
Our mother is very holy.
Mom's hand
In childhood
Mom's hand
Very gentle
Hold us in your hands
Enough kissing
When I grow up
Mom's hand
Very rough
The dirtiest and most tiring job
Can do it.
What about now?
Mom's hand
Ugly.
Dark nails
Joint swelling
Mom's hands are getting old.
Mother is old.
But for us,
Laundry and washing
suture
Mom, mom
When we were children,
You hold us.
But now you are old.
How much we want to hug you.
Wandering maternal love
Coyote
The heart is flying in the long night.
Eyes awakened by dreams are dripping with raindrops.
Fallen Woods and blocks
A child is watching you from a distance under the eaves.
Children's eyes are like arrows.
The moment that penetrates your heart
You feel so cold.
Drifting tastes like a bird without a nest.
You hate that tempting spring.
Because of this temptation
You left the familiar Tunluo and
Beloved child
Never look back all night
Motherly love is painful.
Fatherly love and maternal love
A big flower,
but I ...
This is the flower.
The weakest flower
But this is also
Their most cherished stamens
They,
Take care of me with love
until the end of time
Mom, mom
Your silvery hair, rickety body and lonely figure
You are old.
You associate with neighboring villages.
At the age of 80, he still draws water and cooks himself.
You are still attached to my childhood home.
Hometown of dreams
You have raised our four children all your life.
Four children are the pride of your life.
The pigeons you let go are the concern of your life.
Hope for survival
Every time I mention this to someone,
Zhang Shanliang's face is always full of smiles.
mother
I have been through a lot.
A long-suffering mother
How can a blunt pen write thousands of words?
I'm in love.
Praise the mother.
Mother is a big ship.
Take me to the seaside.
Pursuing the mystery of life
Explore the magic of the world
Mother is a high mountain.
All inclusive
Hey, I grow up.
Strengthen my body and mind
Mother is a touching song.
Show me around.
With her beautiful tune
Singing the history of the motherland
Mother is a spring breeze person.
Blow away everything in the world
Yingying's footsteps
Brought great vitality.
Mother is a spring rain.
Moisturize everything on the earth.
Ah! mother
I love you and you will always be my favorite.