As their children grow up, they more deeply appreciate the bitterness and vulnerability of their mothers. Every mother was once a flower girl, and our little things constantly honed her fragile heart, so that the beautiful, gentle mother gradually became grumpy and strong. In this life, we will always owe our mother a beautiful period of youth.
From the moment we fell to the ground and our mother kept caring for and nurturing us, from the moment we were born, we became treasures in her heart. She can hold us to sleep when we're sick; she can burrow into the wet futon herself when we wet the bed and leave the dry space for us; she'll always stand in front of you when we're in danger. In front of her children, she became a warrior who was not afraid of heaven, just as in the Wenchuan earthquake, those mothers instinctively wanted to use their flesh and blood to prop up a safe wall for their children.
The greatness of maternal love can never be described in words, and when we were young, maternal love was like a trickle, nourishing every cell of our body and being the leader of our lives. When we grow up, our mother's love embraces us like the sea, and even if the future is confused, our mother will always be our safe haven.
When I was in school, tired of my mother's nagging, repeating sentence after sentence, and saying one after another, my mother's lips were worn out, and we did not enter our hearts. The moment I stepped into society and encountered setbacks and troubles, I remembered my mother's voice and told me at that moment how stupid and ignorant my original complaints were. Think about anyone else in this world who is willing to follow the temptations and take care of her like a mother.
When I grew up, my mother became our nanny, coaxing the children to school, waiting for the children to go to school, and picking up the children to and from school. From the moment our mother conceives, we never stop absorbing our mother's nourishment, she is the towering tree in our lives, and when this big tree is there, we will always have to rely on.
When we were really parents, we gradually understood the suffering of our mothers, but our mothers grew old, and the green silk changed into white hair, and the steps began to falter. At this time, I thought of a sentence: "Growing up is a train that never returns, pulling you farther and farther away from your parents." But we must remember that in this world, no matter how luxurious the house, no matter how luxurious the life, can never replace the warmth of family affection.
Mother's Day is here, home is far away, make a phone call and let your mother hear your voice. Close to home, I went home to do housework for my mother and talked to my mother. In fact, at the age of my mother, I don't care about any gifts, what they care about is always our peace. So it is not Mother's Day, we amplify the love for mothers, in fact, the real filial piety people, every day is celebrating Mother's Day. Instead of sunbathing in the circle of friends every day, it is better to chat with your mother about home, wash and dry.
Let us be grateful together for this person who has given us life, for the leader of this life, for this living bodhisattva who blesses us with peace and health.
I wish the mothers of the world health and longevity, happy every day, and live more and more young.