Motherly love

Motherly love

It is the connection and integration of blood and veins

It is the blessing of children and the pain of mother

Maternal love

Like the spring wind

Only when it blows gently

will the earth become green

Maternal love

They are clouds in the sky

They always let the scorching sun

drive through her body first

Breathe wind and bring peace to the earth

Mother's love

is the clouds after the rain

Always let the cleaned earth

lie in your arms without giving up

Write colorful dreams of life in the high sky

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: Maternal love

Maternal love is an eternal theme of mankind .

We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations.

Without the soul-stirring historical epic, without the shocking reversal of the stormy sea, maternal love is like a spring rain, a clear song, moisturizing things silently, long and long.

Contemporary essayist Yu Qiuyu wrote in an article: "The starting point of all long-distance travelers is always to say goodbye to their mother... and their end point is aging... Old people in their twilight years cannot help but call their mothers. It is touching that one cry ends the return and ends the wandering."

Mother's love is the ultimate destination for wanderers at the end of the world. It is a clear spring that nourishes the hearts of children. It accompanies the children's sips and sips, and is continuous and continuous. Therefore, in the shadows of children's laughter and tears Then blended into the lingering maternal love.

Maternal love is like an idyllic poem, remote, pure, elegant and light;

Maternal love is like a landscape painting, washing away the lead and carvings, leaving freshness and nature;

Maternal love is like an affectionate song, melodious and melodious;

Maternal love is like a gentle wind that blows away the falling snow and brings endless spring.

Maternal love is the laughter that accompanies a lifetime, maternal love is the longing that wanders around the world, maternal love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sick beds, and maternal love is the earnest expectation of children's growth.

"The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are on the body of a wanderer. The seams are tight before departure, and I am afraid that I will return late. Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring."

My mother was always in pain and sick, and she stayed in Gouxi for five years. If I am unable to give birth, I will be sore all my life. How can you live a life without a home?" The words are tragic and desolate, enough to make people feel generous and move them to tears for a thousand years.