2. I am a white cloud, and my mother is the blue sky that contains me; I am a green tree, and my mother is the land that nourishes me; I am a bird, and my mother is the forest that shelters me; I am a clear spring and my mother is a mountain that embraces me.
3.3. Augustine said: All human beings strive for uncertain things. And my struggle, my struggle, is to exchange my mother's joy and reduce my mother's regret. Of these six, the most difficult is probably the word "love".
Mom, your love is like the blue sea, holding me tightly in your arms like a fish; Mom, your love is like a forest of ten thousand mu, which makes me fly in your sky like a bird. ......
5. Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter and a wandering yearning. Motherly love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sickbed, and it is the ardent expectation of their children's growth.