Mother, how to let the children in the world admire the words; Love is like a quiet harbor that nurtures our growth. Love is pure; Motherly love is selfless; Love is great; Motherly love only knows how to give, not how to return. Love is like the spring wind, blowing your heart; Love is like a drizzle, patting your face and nourishing your heart; Love is like a stove in winter. You create sunshine that warms your heart in winter. Children all over the world, looking at their mother with gray temples, which one is not miserable? Love for my mother is really simple and tenacious, and sometimes it is a quality reminiscent of poetry or painting. Think carefully, in my life, which day I lost my mother? Whenever I cry, my mother will comfort me; When I feel like a helpless bird, my mother opens her wide arms and gives me a warm and loving atmosphere. Love is a kind of love is the greatest. Mother's children pour their love into flowers and plants, and their growth is inseparable from every drop of mother's love. The mother, the escort of the child's life, silently guides the child behind her. Mother is a word that children all over the world admire; Motherly love is like a quiet harbor, which nurtures our growth. Motherly love is pure; Motherly love is selfless; Maternal love is great; Motherly love only knows how to give and expects nothing in return. Motherly love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart; Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, patting your face and nourishing your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you warm sunshine in severe winter. Children all over the world, looking at the mother with gray temples, which one is not extremely bitter? The love my mother gave me was real, simple, severe and sometimes poetic. Think carefully, in this life, when did I lose my mother? Whenever I cry, my mother comforts me; Whenever I feel like a lonely and helpless bird, my mother will open her wide arms and give me warm and loving breath. Maternal love is the greatest kind of love. Children are flowers and plants watered by their mothers with their own love, and their growth cannot be separated from every drop of their mothers' love. A mother, who escorts her children all her life, silently guides them behind her back. Search: Writing Mom's English Composition High School (Chinese-English Translation)