We grew up with our mother watching us grow up, and she gave a lot for us, running around the clock, never taking a moment off, and finally it was Mother's Day, and finally there was a chance to repay her.
Mother, what a word that the children of the world admire; motherly love, how like a quiet harbor that feeds us to grow.
I believe that if I ask, "Who in the world is the best for us?" Then everyone will definitely say that it is our mother! ”
People say, "Mothers are selfless and meticulous." My mom was the same way.
Mother's love is pure; mother's love is selfless; mother's love is great; mother's love is only knowing to give and not expecting anything in return.
Mother's love is like the warm wind of spring, blowing your heart; mother's love is like a gentle drizzle, gently slapping your face and moisturizing your heart; mother's love is like a winter stove, giving you a warm sunshine in the harsh winter.
The children of the world, looking at the mother with two white sideburns, which one is not bitter to the extreme?
On the road of my growth, my mother gave me infinite love and infinite strength: a word of encouragement from my mother can make me bravely face setbacks, and a warm smile from my mother can make me feel deep love. A determined look from my mother fills me with strength.
The love my mother gave me was real, simple, harsh, and sometimes a little poetic.
In a trance, my mind went back to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, it was my mother working hard; I saw a tired figure, it was my mother knitting a winter coat for me; I saw a cheerful figure, that was my mother happy for my progress in learning.