We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations.

There is no soul-stirring historical epic, no shocking reversal of stormy waves, and a mother's love is like a spring rain, a clear song that moistens things silently for a long time.

Yu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... Their destination is aging ... It is impossible for the elderly in their twilight years to cry out for their mothers without moving people, and they have to wander without calling out for their return."

"I am in my mother's arms, my mother is on the boat, and the boat is in the moonlight sea." There is a harsh smell in the light, which is the love my mother gave me.

When the lost eyes are innocent, the mother's care is the most memorable. The burden of knowledge is so heavy, in the middle of the night, it is my mother's shadow that accompanies me to study.

Maternal love is crimson, a crimson sea. Although it surges occasionally, it is too deep love. When you are calm, everything will become easy. When you touch the sea, you will deeply feel a kind of boiling slurry, which is warm all the time.

With maternal love, mankind will move from desolation to the prosperity of civilization; With maternal love, society moves from indifference and severity to peace and well-being; With maternal love, we move from melancholy to singing, from stupidity to wisdom; With maternal love, there will be the beginning of life, the continuation of history, the germination of reason and the return of human nature.

"Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." The trickle of maternal love moistens our life like a drizzle. When we walk into the school, get a pen and record the notes of love, maternal love is the truest love.

Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. With the children sipping and sipping, it is endless. As a result, the tears of children's laughter merged into the lingering of maternal love.