Mother sipped a cup of Longjing tiredly. When you are weak, it only takes a few mouthfuls to refresh you.

My mother is a troubled pianist. When your loyalty is low, elegant melody comes and your eyes turn green immediately.

Mother is a flower concentrated in yellow. When you are lonely and depressed, look at the green leaves and smell the fragrance, and you will feel comfortable and not lonely.

Mother is a breeze in frustration. When you are frightened and sad, I will wipe away your anxious sweat and tidy up your messy thoughts.

Mother is a crutch in trouble. When you fall, help you find the center of gravity and support a hopeful vilen.