I saw a movie called "Once Upon a Time a Fool" many years ago, and one of the dialogues left a deep impression on me. Mom, is the cross a sign of love? Yes, kid. And love often means the cross. I had a shock. If we know for sure that this is a process of annihilation, is there any need to experience it? Just like knowing for sure that you will die, is there any need to live for a while? We can never bear the questioning of life. So is love. Blindness can be exchanged for a long time. I am blind and timid. Because the one I love is you.

The greatest sadness for parents is to watch the signs of their child’s life disappear little by little. His toothbrush is no longer on the sink, his clothes are no longer hanging on the balcony, and his clothes are no longer hanging on the dining table. A pair of bowls and chopsticks were missing, and a cup that couldn't be poured into was missing. When I heard someone calling mom and dad from behind, I suddenly turned around but just looked around blankly. Suddenly, I feel that the child's growth is another affectionate witnessing. The parents keep watching the child slowly move forward until he disappears at the end of the corner of the path, and his back silently tells you that there is no need to chase.

I am Snow’s child. Destined to leave the clouds. Wandering alone. They said I was fragile and sad. They say I'm sentimental and confused. No one understands. How I long for sunshine. Just my mother said. He will mortally wound me. I'm too timid to touch it. The look of a dream. Just watching from a distance, hesitant. Even though the pain has nowhere to go. Maybe one day. There will be someone for me. Put on the clothes of dreams. I will pursue my dreams regardless of my own health. So what if it melts into water and turns into gas. At least there is hope if the dream is not extinguished.

I am a child with special instincts and a good way of being naughty. I often make others angry and there is nothing I can do about it. But sometimes he also has a cute side, which often makes everyone laugh until their stomach hurts. But if you have a child like me in your family, I guarantee you won’t be able to laugh. If you don’t believe me, you can ask my parents.

The death of a loved one is sometimes not as painful as the pain of leaving us. Because those who die must die, not because they want to abandon us. As the child who lost his mother said: "Mom is still lying there, why should we leave?" As for the deceased, he has not left. It is the living people who really leave!

Then I felt that there are two types of people crying: crying because they feel sorry for themselves and crying simply. . . . . . Cry sadly. Crying because you feel you are pitiful are the tears of a child, as if you are hoping that someone will do something for you. Dad, Mom, or anyone else.

I love my mother, from beginning to end, from beginning to end, even though she takes drugs, even though she does not take care of her daughter, but I am always taking care of her, as if she has become my child.

We are a very happy family. We are her father and her mother. Wendy is no different from other children.

The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the wanderer's body, are tightly sewed before leaving, fearing that he will return later, who can tell the heart of an inch of grass, and be rewarded with three rays of spring.

In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are an opportunity for their ideal self to come back again.

Every mother who doesn’t want your child, please don’t give birth to her. . . . . . . . .

Children always cry and ask mom to hug me. When you grow up, do you still remember to take the initiative to hug mom?

A loving mother’s arms are made of love. How can a child sleep in them? Not sweet.

In the mouth and heart of the child, the mother is God.

As the sun sets in the west, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.