Love

Today is Mother's Day, this article is my gift to my mother.

Too many words portray the mother, too grand and too impassioned. My mother does not need such a great vocabulary. She only hopes that her children will be well-being and the family will be happy. The gorgeous language is also more than one sentence: "I love you, mother."

The rainy silk moisturizes the southern season, and the soft breeze is willing to be a mother of the world. In my eyes, my mother's love is delicate. I don't like to describe her with greatness. Her thin shoulders should not be responsible for the great word. Her soft fingers are woven with a warm sweater, her shallow smile, and a happy peace. I don't think there is a great opportunity for the mother to be willing to give up the greatness of life for her children. Parting great, don't stop.

Mothers only want to guard a small family, make up their clothes for their children, and talk softly with their husbands. The mother does not need an earth-shattering honor, she only needs her children to be well-being. She doesn't want to be great, she is just an ordinary woman, she just wants to guard this house and warm this love. She only wants to teach her husband, she just wants to live a quiet life. She does not think that loving children is great, she would rather keep this home.

I don't want my mother to be great, I don't want to. She is a woman, a woman who needs protection. She should not only give, she should be happy to harvest. I don't want my mother to be great, and I don't want to. She is just a mother, she is not obligated to give everything for me, she should cherish herself. I don't want my mother to be great, really don't want to! She is just a woman. She should not give up everything for her children. She should have her own happiness. She should be selfish! I don't want her to be great. I just hope that she can take care of herself, instead of caring about me. I don't want her to be great. I only hope that she can cherish herself. Don't work hard for me and worry about me. I don't want her to be great. I just want her to be selfish, think more about herself, and let her enjoy more happiness. I don't want her to be great, I want to tell her, I have grown up, I don't want her selfless love! How much I wish she could give love to herself... Mom, don’t use everything to love me anymore, my daughter is embarrassed.

She will also cry, hide and sneak, crying, she does not tell me the difficulty of life, her petite shoulders are self-righteous to pick up the difficulty. I don't want her to be like this. I am eager to share with her. I don't want her to ignore her. I don't want her to use her life to resist the wind and rain. Looking at her tired back, I really hate her greatness. She often tells me that everything will be fine. She often hides and loves me. Her concern does not tell me. I don't like her greatness, I really don't like it. I love her, no less than she loves me, but I am too young to bear her good heart.

Mom, your love, I know. But I really don't want you to suffer. Mom, I hate your greatness.

The second day: the rain is cool