Consider my words as a motto of love,

Because I only want the best for you.

Pack my love into your journey,

No matter where you go in the world,

They will always belong to you,

And yours forever.

——Inscription

Motherly 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 travelers is always to say goodbye to their mother... and their end point is aging... Old people in their twilight years have to call their mothers. It is touching that one cry ends the return and ends the wandering."

"I am in my mother's arms, my mother is in the boat, and the boat is in the moonlit sea." There is a stern atmosphere in the light. This is the love my mother gives me.

When my eyes are confused and innocent, my mother’s care is the most memorable thing. The burden of knowledge is so heavy, and in the middle of the night, it is the shadow of my mother who accompanies me in studying.

Mother's love is deep red, a deep red sea. Although it is surging occasionally, it is love that is too deep. When it is calm, it is always gentle. When you touch the sea water, you will deeply feel the hot liquid, which is warm all the time.

With maternal love, mankind can move from desolation to civilization and prosperity; with maternal love, society can move from indifference and severity to peace and health; with maternal love, we can move from sadness to singing, from stubbornness to wisdom; With maternal love, there is the beginning of life, the continuation of history, the emergence of reason, and the return of humanity.

"Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently." The trickling maternal love nourishes our lives like the drizzle. When we walk into the school, pick up the pen, and record the notes of love, maternal love is The truest love.

Mother's love is the ultimate destination for wanderers in the world. It is a clear spring that moisturizes 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.

Mother's love is like an idyllic poem, remote, pure, elegant and light;

Mother's love is like a landscape painting, washing away the lead and ornaments, leaving fresh and natural;

Motherly 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 their children's growth.

When you think of your mother, your low aspirations will turn into high spirits; when you think of your mother, your wasted years will turn into pride; when you think of your mother, a wandering wanderer will start to wish to go home; Without my mother, my wandering and helpless soul has found a home.

Time is like water, and the years are fleeting. The years fade away so many of our memories, but they never change our longing for our mother. The orioles return to the swallows, spring passes and autumn comes, the face is getting older and the hair is as white as snow. Children grow up day by day, but mothers age day by day. When the children see their white-haired mother in the high hall, they will fall into their mother's arms and burst into tears!

Motherly love is also an eternal theme in literature and music. When literati use maternal love as their theme, the articles they write are nourishing and informative; when musicians use maternal love as their theme, the tunes they play will be soft and beautiful, with a lingering aftertaste.

"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 leaving, and I am afraid that I will be late in returning. Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring." Meng Jiao, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, experienced ups and downs, poverty and sorrow, but his mother's smile always haunted him in his dreams. When he learned that his mother was coming, he couldn't hide the smile on his face, couldn't hold back the joy in his heart, shook off the wind and frost on his clothes, brushed away the dust accumulated in his heart, took his wife and children, and went to meet his mother outside the city of Liyang. . The grass is luxuriant, the flowers are fragrant, the white clouds are rolling, and the blue fields and clear rivers are everywhere filled with endless longing for my son. The mother and son depended on each other, with tears in their eyes. They held their mother's warm hands and looked at her old face. They couldn't help but cry with sadness and emotions. They started to write poems, and their emotions were surging. In Meng Jiao's pen, he created this poem full of maternal love. "Wandering Son's Song" is sincere and profound and has been recited for thousands of years.

Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, lived a life of wandering and uncertainty. When he returned to his hometown after the Anshi Rebellion, the countryside was deserted and things had changed. Desolate and sorrowful, he felt sad when he saw things. He combined his concern for the country and his people with his longing for his mother. They fed off each other and wrote the touching "No Home Farewell". "My mother has always been in pain and has been sick for five years. She was forced to live in Gouxi for five years. She was unable to give birth to me, and she was sore for the rest of her life. I have no home to live with, so why should I be a steamer?" The words are tragic and desolate, which is enough to make people feel generous and moved. tears.

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Cai Wenji was kidnapped by the Huns and became a foreign country. When they were redeemed by Han envoys, mother and son said goodbye with tears in their eyes, relatives and friends seeing each other off, desolate and sentimental. In her "Poetry of Sorrow and Indignation" she wrote: "Now that I have found relief, I should abandon my son again.

Heaven is in the heart of the people, and there is no time to think about it... I will cry and touch it with my hands, and I will reply to my questions." It is sad and sorrowful, and the sound is sad. Reading it makes people cry. People in the Tang Dynasty once used this as the title to compose Hujia music, such as Weeping like complaining, wanting to sing, wanting to cry, a kind of mellow love between mother and child fills the tunes.