Mom just passed by.
Give half of the umbrella for the child to shelter from the wind and rain to the mother.
Mother pushed it to me again,
Ah, the child under the umbrella,
Mom outside the umbrella.
Rain is no longer rain,
It was a tear of happiness that God sent to the world.
Life is like walking on a stormy road.
Mother is at the front.
Send some umbrellas to protect the children from the wind and rain to their mothers.
Mother pushed it to me again,
Ah, the child under the umbrella,
Mom outside the umbrella.
Rain is no longer rain,
It was a tear of happiness that God sent to the world.
Dear mom, I love you.
I will always be your child.
I always need the touch of your palm.
Dear mom, I love you.
Just like a stream's affection for a mountain.
I hug you warmly and tightly.
Selflessly cherish the warmth of spring.
I am a wild goose flying south.
The desire to be as fresh as cream.
I love you, my dear mother.
I love you, the smell of mountains, air and water.
In my youth, you designed it carefully for me.
Every second, every minute of my life.
On many bright red days
With the poetry and enthusiasm of my stream
Write poetry on your wrinkled forehead.
Pick a bunch of the brightest roses,
With all my dear words to my mother,
Mom said I was stupid,
Roses are flowers that symbolize love.
I don't know,
It is also a flower that the child gave to his mother.
When I was very young,
Once I asked my mother curiously,
Why is grandma's hair white?
Yours is black,
You just laughed and didn't answer,
at present
Your hair,
It's starting to turn white, too.
I haven't heard my mother tell jokes about my childhood for a long time.
I regret it,
Those who fall asleep before listening,
Mom said, silly boy,
A mother will never finish what she has to say to her children.
To this end, give another * * * encouragement.
1, mother in the storm
Life is like walking on a stormy road.
Mother is at the front.
Send some umbrellas to protect the children from the wind and rain to their mothers.
Mom pushed it to me again.
Ah, the child under the umbrella,
Mother outside the umbrella,
Rain is no longer rain,
It was a tear of happiness that God sent to the world.
Thank you for your hard work, Mom.
The human body can leave,
People don't leave,
Just as we will never forget our ancestors,
Forget about mother.
Mother is the quilt on her body,
Without her, she would feel cold.
Mother is the salt in the dish,
Life is tasteless without her.
Mother must have her pain.
The pain of wandering,
It often hangs on her face,
Interwoven with laughter watching children.
3. Great maternal love
Pick a bunch of the brightest roses,
With all my dear words to my mother,
Mom said I was stupid,
Roses are flowers that symbolize love.
I don't know,
It is also a flower that the child gave to his mother.
I haven't heard my mother tell jokes about my childhood for a long time.
I regret it,
Listen, if you fall asleep.
Mom said, silly boy,
A mother can never finish what she has to say to her children.
Is to sleep in the grave,
You are also my eternal concern (end)
A traveler's song
Meng Jiao
The midline of the loving mother's hand,
The tramp put on his clothes.
Close the seam before leaving,
I'm afraid I will be late.
Who is careless,
Make three spring scenery.