The nectar of motherly love, may you remember it for the rest of your life

Baby, you must not remember how you played like a fish in your mother's warm ocean.

When your mother vomits and puffs in pain, you are still unscrupulously coddled, punching and kicking, like the young branches of spring, constantly sprouting and sprouting, the longer the more magical.

Mother provides for you with heavy breaths and blood; with gentle caresses, warm waves, soothing music, expectant eyes to perceive and call to you. But many times, she will take you to the streets, or to the fields, streams, factories, downtowns, hospitals, schools, I don't know if you have been implanted, the beauty and difficulty of this world.

When you hold your small mouth and inhale the first breath of this earthly air in person, child, you don't know that the joy and surprise of the mother are far better than the pain of life and death above the tenth level.

Because from then on, you have become a new you.

You are the morning sun that rises above the sea level in the morning, you are the continuation and hope of life, you are the first flower bud, you are the bright pearl in your mother's heart!

In this lifetime, the bitterness and bitterness in the dust, the lack of clouds and sunshine, the wind, frost, snow and rain, you have to taste and bear it yourself! Bless your baby, a bright life, integrity, no illness, happiness!

Pick up your little pink face, like the buds of spring, that drop of motherly nectar, child, may you remember it for the rest of your life!

(Original debut of the article, picture from the network)