Mothers are a great book that can never be turned over; Mother is an endless distant mountain.

A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child sleep in it without being sweet?

Mother's Day, Thanksgiving Day, Xie Ci, Xie En, Xie Er gave me this life.

There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the call of the mother.

Watching the children grow up day by day, the knowledge is enriched day by day, as if the farmers saw their crops maturing day by day, and the mother's heart was full of happiness and joy.

the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy, carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends and dreading the delays that will keep him late from home. You are a lotus leaf, I am a red lotus, and the raindrops in my heart are coming. Except for you, who is my shade under the open sky?

Losing my loving mother is like putting a flower in a bottle, although it still has color and fragrance, but it has lost its root.