Thanksgiving mother

I am the little seed,

I grew up under the land.

Finally one day, I drilled hard dirt,

Into the arms of my mother,

Jump into the warmth of the earth for me.

Since then, I have invested in the mother's spoiled habits.

I do not know how long it has been,

A spring thunder wakes me up in sleep.

The spring rain is falling.

Flowing into the boundless embrace of the earth,

I rushed into my heart, cold and nourishing.

But my mother protects me,

Suddenly let me have the power to break free of love.

soon,

I grow green leaves.

Gently fluttering against the breeze,

The sun keeps encouraging me, emitting glare.

My leaves are getting thicker and thicker,

The thicker the stem,

The roots are tighter and tighter, like a net that spreads around.

My mother, you raised me.

You are getting older.

Withered yellow, wrinkles, fading... endless pains linger on her.

The longer I grow up,

Become a towering tree,

Dark green leaves,

Brown, thick branches,

But my mother,

Dim, sky, shrinking...

I made up my mind,

In the spring rainy season,

I want to repay me.

Working day and night, selfless dedication mother!

Fifth grade: Yu Lingqi