Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural.
Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly;
Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring.
Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter,
Motherly love is the yearning of wandering world.
Motherly love is the care and anxiety of children before their beds.
Motherly love is an ardent expectation for children's growth.
Motherly love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart warm as spring even in cold winter; Motherly love is a clear spring, which makes your feelings pure and clear even if they are covered with the dust of years.
If I were Nightcrawler who traveled thousands of miles, my mother would be a gentle lamp in the dark night, illuminating me from a distance and making me hesitate; If I were just a poor self-pity actor, my mother would be the warm applause that made me confident and urged me to work hard; If I am a playful little fish, my mother is a green lake, which not only contains my naughty willfulness, but also spreads my happiness like ripples. ...
Motherly love is the sun that warms the soul; Maternal love is the rain and dew that moistens the soul; Motherly love is fertile soil for irrigating the soul; Motherly love is a rainbow that beautifies the soul.
Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural.
Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly;
Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring.
Motherly love is like a flaming sun, an oil lamp in the dark, a sweater in winter, and a stream in a mountain stream. Little by little, the trickle merged into a gurgling stream, and little by little, care merged into a deep maternal love.