All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. (Gorky)

Motherly love is a huge flame. (Roman Roland)

Poetry:

The Book of Songs Xiaoya-Guo E

Guo E.

mourn for my parents and give birth to me.

I'm a loser, but I'm a thief.

I'm sorry for my parents, and I'm tired of giving birth.

it's a shame to run out of bottles.

it is better to die for a long time than to live with fresh people.

without a father, there is no support from a mother.

if you go out, you will get a shirt, but if you go in, you will be exhausted.

my father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me.

feed me, grow me and nurture me.

take care of me, answer me, go in and out.

if you want to repay your virtue, you will be extremely confused.

Nanshan is fierce, and the wind blows.

I'm the only one who's hurt.

Nanshan law, drifting with the wind.

there is no shortage of people, and I am not alone.

Wandering Sons

(Tang) Meng Jiao

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,

dreading the delays that will keep him late from home.

but how much love has the inch-long grass,

won the third spring festival.