It's Mother's Day again,
Seeing that others can accompany their mother to a meal,
A pang of bitterness rose in my heart;
Seeing others give flowers to their mothers to buy gifts,
Call your mother,
Tears can't stop falling!
Mom, does Heaven have WeChat or phone?
I'd love to hear your voice again,
Look at your kind face...
Mom, are you doing well in heaven?
Do you hear the thoughts of your children?
The hard days are over, but the mother is old;
The good days began, but Mom was gone
This is my bitter mother
When my mother was alive, I traveled far;
When I returned, my mother was gone
This is your filial son
When my mother gave birth to me
What was cut was the umbilical cord of my flesh and blood
This is the tragedy of my life
When Mom ascends to heaven
What was cut was the umbilical cord of my emotions
This is the sadness of my life
Mom gives the child more
I always feel that there is still a lot to be owed
Children give very little to their mothers
It is said that it is a piece of filial piety
When Mom was there
"There is old age" is a superficial burden
Mom is gone
"Kissing and not waiting" is an essential loneliness
No one called me "full of boys" anymore
Only to feel the emptiness and ethereality that I have never felt before
No one urged me to go home for the New Year anymore
Only to feel that I was dispensable
Do not feel that "son" is a title and glory
Only to know that my son has finished this life
It is a blessing to be a son in the next life
It is not yet known whether it will be eligible for another turn
Mom is alive
My hometown is my hometown
Hometown can only be called hometown
The number of dreams will increase
The number of times I go back will be less and less
Childhood
Mom's knees are armrests
I helped it and learned to stand and walk
When I grow up,
Mom's shoulders are armrests
I helped it learn to run and wait
When you leave home,
Mom's expectation is for the armrest
I held it through the storm without hesitation
When I go home,
Mom's smiling face is the armrest
I held it to wash away the wind and dust to soothe the homesickness
Where do I go to look for it
I've relied on this handrail for the rest of my life
Mom is gone
My world has changed
The world has changed
My heart has changed
I became a motherless child
Become inferior to a small grass that can take root in the earth
Mother's love is like heaven
My sky is falling
Mother's love is like the sea
My sea is running out
Nothing is happy
I asked myself
Even Le couldn't feel it
Does suffering still feel bitter?
Even bittersweet can't tell
Is life and death still so sensitive?
Even life and death can be lived out
Is it still so important to gain or lose?
Mother's Blood
Give me a life
Also send a thousand lines of tears
Accompany me all the way
Love and hate are thick
It's all the same thing
Even if it is very filial
It is difficult to repay the favor of the first life
A long sigh
Sigh endless mother-child love
Thank you Mother for giving me life!
Mother:
I wish the world's mothers health and longevity!
Happy Holidays to all mothers!
Please forward and share, carry forward the traditional Chinese culture!
Source: Discourse