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Mother's Day| mother writes her thoughts in the poem

Mother's Day| mother writes her thoughts in the poem

Seven o'clock in the morning

Seeing my son more than one o'clock in the morning

Mother's Day greetings came

"Mom, I miss you..."

Instantly, two tears blossomed

Blurred vision, vague memory

Rushing towards a distinct theme —

Mother's Day| mother writes her thoughts in the poem

"Every festive season, I think of my family"

Fire rescue fighters, actually

Most afraid of this festival

There is no way to be with my mother

Mother's Day| mother writes her thoughts in the poem

Dead

You will secretly blame yourself for filial piety

You know how to be a good fire rescue fighter

We must endure what ordinary people cannot tolerate

Eat the bitterness that ordinary people can't eat

Dead

Mom also shouted countless times

You guard the green mountains and green waters

Mom guards you

You are the firewall of the country

It is also a weakness of mom

Mother's Day| mother writes her thoughts in the poem

When you come home, Mom likes it

Be pulled by your wide palm to cross the street

After you left home, mom kept the weather forecast

Keep the direction of the wind every day and pray

Even retrograde water and fire for the people to keep vigil

In Mom's eyes, you are still one

Don't take good care of your own children

Mom misses you, and she wants to see through it

Words to the lips become good boys in all directions

Mom is always worried about you, just don't say it

I most want to go to the camp to see you, and I am most afraid of giving you licking trouble

As long as the mother is there, the strongest warrior can also be a naughty boy

It is inseparable from water and fire, and I am most afraid of water and fire

I am most reluctant to let you suffer, and I don't want you the most

It was mom who went to the soup

The most proud of your flame blue is also your mother

Mother's Day| mother writes her thoughts in the poem

A lifetime of broken thoughts about you, waiting for you to fight the sword to the end of the world

Hang the "House of Glory" on the gate for several years

In the depths of the hazy tears, it is still your eyes that love to laugh

Mother's Day| mother writes her thoughts in the poem

Mom doesn't remember Mother's Day

The day you go home is the holidays

Mother's Day| mother writes her thoughts in the poem

Producer: Wang Zhengkang

Editor-in-Charge: Fanbing Zhang

Editor of this issue: Qin Qicheng

Proofreader of this issue: Lu Yan Ru Longjun