In a child's lunch box, a mother's thoughts.

--Japanese proverb Every child's lunch box is filled with maternal love.

--Japanese folk proverb

Most of all the other beautiful things in life come by twos and threes, by dozens and hundreds. Plenty of roses, stars, sunsets, rainbows, brothers and sisters, aunts and cousins, but only one mother in the whole world.--Kate Dougllas Wiggin

Most things in the world are together in groups, such as flowers, stars, sunsets, rainbows, brothers and sisters, relatives and friends Among friends, only my mother is unparalleled.

--Kate Douglas Wiggin

The only explanation for the unselfishness, sacrifice, loyalty and tenderness of motherhood is love. --Leroy Brownlow Mother's selflessness, dedication, loyalty and tenderness, all come from love.

--Leroy Brownlow

Dear Mother: I'm all right. Stop worrying about me.

--Egyptian papyrus letter

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c.2000 B.C. Dear Mom: I'm fine, don't worry about me anymore.

--Egypt

(about 2000 BC)

Whoever heard of Father Earth?

--Vance Bourjaily Did you say Father Earth?

--Vance Bolgari

Youth fade; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall; A mother's secret love outlives them all.

--Oliver W. Holmes Youth is fleeting, love is fleeting, and the tree of friendship is not very green. Only the love in a mother's heart lasts forever.

--Oliver Holmes

These words are so appropriate and natural, simple and unpretentious, and the poetry is so beautiful that it makes your heart tremble and is unparalleled.

There are 18 famous European classical paintings in the book, and each painting is accompanied by a famous quote or a set of poems. There is an oil painting among them: a rosy-faced mother is sitting on a chair, holding a chubby and cute little girl in her arms. The daughter's little face is close to her mother's. The postures and expressions of the mother and daughter in the painting are very similar to those in the photo albums I treasure.

There is also a painting: under the soft orange light, the mother is leaning in a back chair, holding a wool head in her hand to wrap the wool. At the other end of the line, the youngest daughter was about three or four years old. She was wearing a white dress with two upward braids, her feet were folded together, and she was holding wool with both hands. She was sitting on the small round table opposite her mother. The painting is so lifelike that it seems to make people feel that the thread that is always connected in the hands of mother and daughter is swimming slowly. This harmonious, intimate and sweet picture is stored in the memories of many mothers and daughters in the world.

In an oil painting on the seaside, the light-colored waves are the sea, and the dark-colored rolling waves are the beach. The mother and son sat barefooted opposite each other on the sand dune, looking leisurely and contented.

The mother made fists with both hands and stretched her arms in front of her little son, apparently asking him to guess which hand contained the treasure. The little boy had a round face and stared intently at his mother's hands, seemingly undecided. This picture of mother and son playing is relaxed, natural and quite tasteful.

I continued to slowly turn over this beloved little book...

By the stream under the blue sky and white clouds, another mother and son were also having fun. The mother was wearing a long white dress, and her soft white sand and blond hair were blown by the breeze. This is a very beautiful and graceful young woman. One hand is holding the hem of her skirt, and the other hand is holding a fishing rod stretched diagonally in the water. The son was wearing a small white navy uniform, with blue streamers fluttering in the wind. The little boy was obviously very happy, holding the small fishing pole high and jumping happily beside his mother.

I love European classical paintings very much and often linger in the galleries of the Metropolitan Museum. Among them, Raphael's "Virgin Maria" is my favorite. The mother holds the Son in her arms, with kindness, gentleness, kindness, open-mindedness, tolerance, serenity, intelligence, holiness, and beauty on her face... all the women and girls in the world. Motherly Virtues. Although the Madonna in the painting is wearing a halo, in the sky, in the clouds, and out of reach, it makes people feel very kind, just like an ordinary mother around her. Even though God can call the wind and rain, dominate the wind and clouds, create everything, and command everything, in the mother's heart, he will always be a child.

I reluctantly returned to reality from the poetic mood, looked at my watch, and then looked at the phone that seemed to be tied to my heart and soul.

Last Mother’s Day, my daughter rushed to New York from college in Chicago and brought a bouquet of my favorite fragrant yellow roses. As soon as my daughter entered the house, she took out the recipe she had prepared in advance and cooked me a delicious Spanish meal. Then my daughter opened her schoolbag and took out a disc of my favorite tenor Domingo's famous songs. In the beautiful singing, she opened the little blue book, put her arms around my neck, and read with my mother. .

"Rose is for your nose to smell; rice is for your mouth to eat; music is for your ears to listen to; and book is for your eyes to see." My daughter playfully pointed at mine with her finger facial features.

I closed my eyes and recalled everything I had with my daughter that day last year, every conversation, every intimate detail... I was immersed in happiness.

That was a very happy day for me.

The sky is getting darker and darker, the night is getting deeper and deeper, the rain is still dripping, and it is 10 minutes away from midnight. I was still deep in thought, sinking deep into the sofa and waiting blankly by the phone.

"Ring... ring" the phone suddenly seemed to wake up from a dream, laughing loudly.

"Mommy, Happy Mother's Day!" Tears of sadness, relief, and joy flowed down...

The famous American writer Mark Twain said:

My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it.

Hi, that’s true. Poor parents in the world!