Every day is Mother's Day – Mom I Love You

"The green mountains are rolling and rolling, and the sea of flowers that I stood at the foot of the mountain on the outskirts of the north of the city was so beautiful when I saw my mother holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand for the first time."

After the winter, I still think about spring, and whenever I lie in front of the lattice window sill, the cool chill is shallow and shallow, and I look at the mountains in the distance and remember the spring in the north of the city.

The wind chimes in the corner of the eaves beat with the palpitations of the only spring with the breeze, and I clearly felt the soft and warm thin sun of spring and the crisp birdsong, and they played a symphony of perfect scenes. At the foot of the mountain, the budding flowers and bones finally begin to compete, they are comparable to butterflies breaking their wings to surprise the freshness, seagulls flapping the waves on the sea, and the sea of clouds churning and fogming intoxicating dreams. We came to the sea of flowers on the northern outskirts of the city.

"Sister, buy a bouquet of flowers." I vaguely remember that the light and pleasant child's voice was soft to the ear. At her first glance, she wore two braided braids, a hand-braided garland on her head, her fleshy cheeks were permeated with powder, and she smiled with deep dimples, and she was a five- or six-year-old girl. On her back was a flower basket full of flowers. I was amazed, my eyes widened slightly, I looked at the child who had just reached her waist, smiled and asked her what kind of flowers she had, and she raised the bouquet in her hand, and the crimson color was carnation.

"Why sell carnations, it doesn't seem like Mother's Day today." I stared doubtfully at her main bouquet and talked to the little girl. "Every day is Mother's Day, my mother's favorite is carnations, the flowers at the head of her bed I will change for her every day, my mother said that there are flowers in the family will become beautiful, you see my mother is not very beautiful!" 」 The girl pointed to the beautiful woman not far away, she sat on the stone steps and followed the girl all the time, and when the little girl turned back, the woman's eyes overflowed with tenderness and smiles.

I was in a trance and looked up at my mother not far away, standing in front of the sea of flowers, draped over her shoulders. The hair on the wind was gently raised, with a few strands of silver and white silk, my heart seemed to sink a piece, recalling that every year mother's day to buy gifts is a hasty thing, the card last year after year "Happy Mother's Day" has never had more than a word, not to mention buying flowers for my mother every day, but my mother is also very fond of flowers, she also said that when she was young, the room was full of flowers, and I did not think about why she did not raise flowers now. My eyes were red, I held back tears, didn't let it break through the walls, and bowed my head to the little girl and said, "Let's have a bouquet of carnations."

When I ran to my mother with a bouquet of flowers in my hand, the sea of flowers was beautiful, the sun was twilight, and the look in my mother's eyes was exactly the same as the woman's look at the little girl's eyes, she smiled and waved to me, and I found that her gentleness was all reserved for me.

The flowers in the north of the city are still blooming, and the people in the north of the city are still there.