A loving mother loves her young, and Zhao is the Crown Prince. The dragon and tiger are different every day, and the dog looks forward to the eagle. There is no six-foot orphan under the knee, and a Zhao is not born in May. At night, the ghost lights are blurred, and the snow leaks more than four drums. A hundred officials don't hold Dong Hu's pen, so why do widowed wives shout? What's more, Han Wangjin stabbed a silver axe in front of the bed, which was a disaster.

Maternal love! Maternal love! Unique in the universe

You, raising the children of the world, let them live happily under your care. You're amazing. You can throw it away, throw it away, throw it away as much as you want. Sprinkle your love, warmth, warmth, kindness and kindness into the vastness.

The world.

Motherly love, the most beautiful word in the world, the sweetest call! She hides in the depths of each of us, just like a seed hidden in the ground. When we were extremely lonely and helpless, we are extremely lucky now.

When Fu is happy, she will jump out of our hearts inadvertently, just as natural as the fragrance of roses. I cherish maternal love most, because she gave me too much.

The source of life of all things is maternal love. We have thrived under the care of maternal love since childhood, but we often ignore: how to repay our elderly mother with the same deep love? And mom doesn't care, as always, give, give, give again. ...

How great maternal love is. Although you and I are separated by an Atlantic Ocean, I know you must miss us very much in a foreign country. If Shatian is willing to give me a chance, I will pick up my mother's love and dissolve it in my heart. I won't lose a complete maternal love again.

This kind of selfless feelings, how much love for children, how much affection for children, this kind of deep love, this kind of affection will never change. Although the umbilical cord connecting our mother was cut at birth, it is difficult to cut off the spiritual blood relationship with her for life. The so-called "cut the umbilical cord, cut the maternal love"! done ...

There are too many poems praising mother, and there are countless songs singing mother. But maternal love in my eyes is rich and colorful. Motherly love is sometimes like the sky in spring, and her love is as moist and gentle as spring rain; Mother sometimes

Like a distant forest, her love is as unfathomable as adventure; Mother is sometimes like a steep mountain, and her love is as vast as a waterfall; Mother is sometimes like a thrilling movie, and her love is as ever-changing as the picture.

She is your spring breeze, bringing warmth; She is your summer ice cream, bringing you cool happiness; She is a yellow leaf in your autumn, sending you the greatest dedication; She is your blanket in winter, bringing endless happiness. She is like an angel who will always watch over you. Her love has always been around you, always around you, so that you will never have troubles and live a happy life forever.

Mom, what a common name! But everyone can feel deep love from this ordinary name. Yes, our mother has done so much for us. Have we ever paid for our mother? No, we haven't, but my mother has been paying for us. Mom, you are like a lotus leaf. We are like the fragile and petite lotus. Who will shelter me from the wind and rain except my mother?