Mother's love is like an umbrella, protecting her children from wind and rain; blocking all dangers for her children; doing whatever it takes for her children.

Ah! Maternal love, if you are a building, I am yours A brick, a tile, a stone, I use my small body to build your majesty; if you are a flag, I am a silk thread that belongs to you, using my youth to embroider a shining flag for you. star; if you were a garden, I would be a little flower, a grass, and a green leaf that belongs to you. I am willing to spend my efforts silently and spit out wisps of fragrance.