Feeling mother love

Have a kind name, call the mother; have a sincere feeling. Called mother love. Maternal love is deep, maternal love is delicate, maternal love is great and selfless, this kind of love, not asking for return, it is like a sweet spring, clean and cool, different kind of clear; like fine spring rain, nourishing the earth, continuous, love Deeply cut; like the quicksand in the long river of life, gradually precipitated in the scouring, integrated into the memory, to write the immortal poetry, let people have an endless aftertaste.
Gratefulness is a warm emotion, like a slow flowing stream sings, singing the purest and most beautiful notes - grateful mother love.
Mother, your eyes, like a star, illuminate my life with the night; your palms, every once, hold the cold and stiff my little hand; your voice, like a wind chime, sings with me Going to sleep; you are the sail of my growth until I land; your smile is so euphemistic, just as warm as a sun.
Mother, so that you will be with me all the time in my childhood, giving me care and care, my childhood time with my joys and sorrows, and which contains your countless ups and downs, you often I am beaming because of my joy; I often get into my heart because of my troubles. How many days and nights, I am sleeping peacefully with your sweet song like a nightingale; with your warm smile like a sun welcoming tomorrow. Mother, the one that sounds the alarm in my ear is you; it is you who often teach me to be honest and brave. In my ear, I think about your embarrassing teachings, and be careful, such as the spring breeze, straight into the lungs.
Mother, you are like a wall, even if it is scarred, it covers the wind for us; you are like a tree, even if it is full of injuries, it blocks the rain for us; you are like a ship, even day and night, We escort; you are like a round of moon, even if the sky is full, it will guide us! Because you have, you have a firm direction in the lost way; because with you, the starry sky, there is an instant shine; when you are sad, you gently comfort; when you fail, you silently encourage; when you make a mistake, you淳淳 teach. You use iron-like arms to prop up a star-studded paradise, paving a path of flowers and flowers, all the way through the thorns, let us pass, birds and flowers, singing and dancing.
The mountain is certainly high, not as high as the mother's love; the sea is certainly deep, not as deep as the mother.

The first day of Wenjiang District, Chengdu, Sichuan: Liang Yifan