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, which 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, It blends in with the lingering love of mother