There is a Women's Day on March 8th. Mom, I don't want you to live longer than Nanshan. Smile often. Just to tell you, I hope you can stand the dull fleeting time.
Yes, the baptism of fleeting time is the most terrible and difficult. But you will never feel lonely-because, by your side, there will always be two figures, one big and one small. They are me and my father.
I won't say anything grateful to you, but I will say, "Life is like chess, and you have no regrets when you play chess." You will never be disappointed in my chess skills. Maybe you will be proud of me. "
Perhaps, this article does not praise you, nor does it tell the greatness of maternal love, but the nobility of a mother, no matter how superb the painter is, cannot be described. She can only have a vague outline. As for the heart, you can only taste it slowly and find it carefully by yourself. Moreover, the real beauty is not used to show off and let people watch, but is silently and carefully stored in our hearts. We will always remember this feeling and this heart.
I will say "thank you" to you at this moment, but I will never say it again when I grow up. Because, I will expand your love for me countless times to repay you and take care of you.
It's dusk and I'm alone. I really don't know what to say to you next. In fact, sometimes love can be expressed in other ways. For example, if you sign up for a cram school, you want your child to "eat well and be a master." In fact, I don't know what "important" role these obscure "spells" will play when we grow up, but you always say that I must be different from others and better than others. In fact, you know, the higher you stand, the greater the pressure, the worse you fall and the deeper your injury.
I won't talk about vows of eternal love, I will only prove it with actions. You have raised me for so many years, it's time to harvest fruitful branches.