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Listen to my mother's words


Listen to my mother's words, don't let her hurt; want to grow up quickly, to protect her beautiful white hair, happiness sprouting; angel's magic, gentle and kindly Mother's Day, please listen to my mother.
——Inscription The air is filled with the aroma of carnation, guarding our faith in her smile.
In memory, every time Mother's Day arrives, there will always be a special kind of flower. The price is not expensive, but the children of the world give it to the dearest mother; the color is not eye-catching, but like the love of the mother, the warmth is always there.
Not too fond of listening to fast-paced songs, but just now, it is changing my thinking. "Listen to Mom's Words", be a jealous child and make her the happiest mother. "Mom's hard work doesn't let you see, warm recipes are in her heart. When I have time, I will hold her hand and take a sleepwalk together..." is the first song that makes me single-cycle, and also the first. The first words of the songs are printed in the bottom of my heart. Mother's Day, not to mention those words that are too tearful, please ask us to listen to my mother's words.
Mother's words, like the air, we always ignore it, but did not find that the warmth has not left.
You must have heard countless such scenes. They are successful on the podium. The first one to thank is the encouragement of their loved ones and the care of their mothers. Until today, I have not realized that I understand that the word "mother" is a kind of feeling. You can use all your love and patience to pamper the only baby. You can pour all your feelings and affection to care for us. This is the truth that all the mothers of the world have practiced.
You are the most beautiful existence in my life. Thank you for your love.
Never complain about her jealousy, that is the way she loves. It is to take care of the countless love, and then your name will be exchanged for your name on the award. If one day, as a child, we have become parents, and we are about to take too much time on our mother. What I want to say is that love is a kind of transmission, from the mother's hand, to the next gentleness. Just ask us to listen to my mother.
Never go to argue with her for half an hour of study time, that is the way she loves. It is to encourage us to take countless expectations, and let our happiness make this life course full of happiness. If one day, our identity is exchanged, maybe we can't be as good as our mother, because we are always children in the eyes of our mothers, always a little princess who is not long, she is a cool but naughty little prince. . What I want to say is that love is a kind of care. In the palm of my mother, we are raised and raised. Just ask us to listen to my mother.
Don't be disgusted. She doesn't have a soft touch on her hand, but she still likes to touch your face. That is the way she loves. It is the use of warmth to take advantage of countless sweats, so that our lives will make this journey a great harvest. If one day, you can no longer find her smiling face in the world, please don't cry, she has become the brightest star, guarding you in the sky. What I want to say is that the hands are soft and smooth, but they become a little wrinkled because of the day and night work. Have you seen it? The lines in the palm of your hand are the journey that she has traveled all her life. Just ask us to listen to my mother.
Take a May carnation and send it to my mother. I want to tell you softly - in the child's heart, the mother is more beautiful than the flower.
May the mothers of the world have a happy holiday and Fanghua will stay forever.

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