maternal love

Maternal love, walking with love

Oh, that vicissitude woman. Maternal love is eternal,

Mother love is like an idyllic poem, far and pure, and elegant and fresh;

Maternal love is like a landscape painting, washing away the lead carvings;

Maternal love is like a soulful song. It turns to melodious and sings lightly;

Maternal love is like a gust of wind, blowing up the snow. Bringing spring infinity;

My mother is a calm and lovely woman. When I am weak, she holds up for me. Maternal love is also a concern for my illness before the sick bed, maternal love is my growing hope, ah. Mother, as I grow up, your cheeks are getting more and more silver.

Mom, I don't know how to repay you, I can't repay you, you can always live my memories when I am sad.

When I am lost, I can always warm my heart; remember the Wenchuan earthquake? The mother who used the body as a shield for her baby, is her body really stronger than the wall? Can you really hold the crack in the cement sector? Do not. What she can have, that is to protect the child is only that maternal love. However, this weak and strong maternal love blooms the flower of life on the baby, letting the baby hear the sound of the flower of the mother's love.

There is no impurity in the family, no distance, just the mutual love and care of the blood.

In the future, you will listen to the cradle of dreams, listen to the lullaby weaving in your mother's mouth, and gradually develop the most beautiful dream in the quiet and serene air. Listen to this world of yours, full of question marks, and listen to every word of your mother.

Maternal love is a blooming lily, which radiates this charming fragrance in every corner. Maternal love is a fresh jasmine, and it is fresh in every corner. Maternal love is a kind of benefit, saving, and suffering. The help of the straits is the anti-earth loyalty on the wrong road, a sincere help when falling, and a spring breeze when tears are wiped out.

Maternal love is a life-filled laughter with a lifetime; maternal love is the wandering thoughts of the wandering horizon;

Maternal love is an ancient vine, carrying the love of the years, the lingering affair of the past, filled with thoughts, waiting, condensed the past, present, future.

Ah, mother, I love you.

Chuanchuan No. 3 Middle School: He Jiayu