1. Growing up taught me that everyone around me is reasonable. What hurts you, what comforts you. Unknown, well-known. Hate it, like it. We are close friends, and we meet by chance. Those who are far away, those who are approaching, and those who pass by with only simple greetings are all indispensable. I grew up like this. Will laugh and make trouble. Coquettish and sad. Sharp and tender. I thank you, those of you who are around me now and those of you who are far away. Thanks for following along.

2. The beauty of April lies in the mourning for ancestors, and the beauty lies in the warmth of the world. Those white flowers in the wild also express tribute to the deceased ancestors. Paper money flies in the wind in the wilderness, and the spring grass is green on the ancient tombs. People will not forget their ancestors in heaven. They offer a bouquet of flowers, light two incense, and decorate the ancestor's tomb. It is not only an expression of filial piety, but also a sign of warmth. transfer. Only by not forgetting our ancestors can we cherish the present, and only by cherishing the present can we create a better future. Human beings are like newly born willow sticks that can grow into a tree if they are inserted into the ground. This is the inheritance of the strength of our ancestors, and it is also the tenacious spirit of human beings.

3. Maternal love is a drop of nectar that kisses the dry soil. It uses the warmth of drizzle and the perseverance of diamonds to look forward to the fertility of the shining soil; maternal love is not a freezing point in life. Rather, it is a flowing river that creates the beautiful emotional landscape of our lives.