Mother flower

Mother flowers are on our side, it is open in our hearts, beautiful and beautiful.

"The new schoolbag you enrolled in, someone will give you a flower umbrella in the rain. Someone will give you the three fresh stuffing you love. Someone will give you a package.

The tears of your grievances are rubbed by you..." The mother gave birth to us in October, and we have the present, with the present life and dreams, let me pursue the future.

Maternal love is like a ray of sunshine, warming our hearts; maternal love is like a drop of dew, nourishing our hearts; mother, like a wall, covering the wind and rain, blocking the sun, so that we can survive the stormless saplings Growing up; mother, like a kind mother, is stroking the feathers of our young chicks with loving hands every day, encouraging us to fight the sky.

We grew up. We came back once a week, half a month, and half a year. When we left home, my mother always looked back and didn't let me see. When I was young, I didn't understand things. I thought my mother didn't care about me. But once, when I was about to turn, I suddenly turned back, but I saw my mother smearing tears. I don't know. Unconsciously left tears.

The mother changed, the hand became rough, the wrinkles were more, and the white hair on the head was covered with hair dye. I know, now I should protect you and protect you. Now, it's raining outside, you are still working, not going home. Sometimes you will go home after work, when you feel tired!

Maternal love, how to make the words of the world's children admire; maternal love, how like a quiet harbor to nurture our growth. Maternal love is pure; maternal love is selfless; maternal love is great; maternal love is only knowing to give and not seeking reward. Mother love is like the warmth of spring, blowing your heart; mother love is like drizzle, gently tapping your face, nourishing your heart; mother loves like a winter stove, giving you warm sunshine in the harsh winter .

At that time, the mother flower in my heart was truly open, only to know that the mother flower was so beautiful, so beautiful, so that: Baishanxiao first.

Second day: Sun Mengyang