Mother's love is an ageless song

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Remember the children's song that was sung all over the country when you were a child?

"The world is only a good mother, there is a mother's child like a treasure, into the arms of the mother, happiness can not enjoy."

I think this long-sung song is familiar to everyone, and with childhood, it can be said to grow up humming this song.

Warm lyrics, warm melody. Had warmed the time, gentle years.

Yes! A child with a mother is like a treasure. The day with a mother is happy and warm. With the mother's pure and sincere love, the mother's unfailing care, the mother's companionship, and care; childhood will have color, warmth, and solidity, beautiful happiness.

Mother is an inexhaustible song, mother is an inexhaustible poem. Unfortunately, I can't explain the great mother's love with proper words and apt expressions.

Now, on Mother's Day, a special holiday belonging to mothers, I would like to dedicate a piece of my heart to mother's love with just a few words.

When I was babbling, I saw my mother in her prime, and I was silent and teary-eyed as I stumbled.

For the long years, we are not the children who snuggled in the arms of their mothers, and their mothers are not young and beautiful women.

We have grown up, but the mother is old. The years have carved heavy marks on the mother's face, and life has bent the mother's waist.

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The memory is so distant and melodramatic as if a century has passed, and as if everything is still yesterday; however, time is going, people are getting older, and time folds the past, but deepens the impression of the mother.

Just one fragment, one episode, my heart seems to be struck by something, my soul trembles; dyed with lingering sorrow, emotions fly to the heart, hot tears overflow eyes.

"Whoever says that the heart of an inch of grass is rewarded with three springs of happiness."

I often think, so ordinary me, so weak filial piety, how to repay my mother's spring sunshine universal grace of birth and nurture?

My mother gave us a home, a shelter from the wind and rain, and a harbor for our hearts with her life. A mother's love is like the sunrise, warm as spring. Like the vast grassland, deep and far.

The mother, despite the hardships, took up the burden of life and gave us a stable life, so that we could be clothed and fed, and the mother used her thin shoulders to give us support and hold up a piece of heaven, and what did we give our mother?

I stood in the wind and murmured to myself, wishing that the breeze would carry my blessings to my mother and that she would be safe and healthy.

I stand in the rain and call out softly to let the rain carry my thoughts and moisten my mother's dry heart, and may she walk through the vicissitudes of life and remain happy forever.

I would like to tell you about my mother's ordinary and kind, calm and introspective

I would like to write and compose the words of my mother's ordinary and kind, calm and restrained, resilient and self-improvement life into a symphony of life; to spur me on, so that the ageless song of my mother's love will be passed on.

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Always, my heart wavers, wishing that time would go slower and slower, praying that my mother's aging face would stay at this moment. The fact is that you can still pretend to be a child in front of your mother, thirsty, hungry, looking for your mother. When it hurts, there is someone to wipe the tears.

In the great dictionary of motherhood, it is as if there are no difficulties, no hurts, no strains; the mother I see is always so spirited, so tirelessly busy, so strong and smiling.

Mother, like an ageless song, let the years change, let the time fly, that touching and inspiring tune always rings in the heart.

I am no longer alone, no longer wandering, even if life is full of holes, even if life is desolate, there is a mother in the heart who will have the bottom, life will have the heart, life will have the hardness.

In this life, the only person who can do everything to protect us is our mother, who can accept everything about us, no matter how beautiful or ugly, no matter how stupid or smart, no matter how flawed or good. My mother rejoices in my joy and sorrows in my sorrow.

Time has changed, things have changed, and my mother's songs have fallen silent over the years, yet every time I think of them, they always give people a sense of peace of mind and a sense of satisfaction and happiness. As the saying goes, if the mother is there, there is still a place to return to in life, but if the mother is not there, there is only drift in life.

In this world of red dust, no matter how far we go, when we turn around, there will always be a pair of expectant eyes watching and waiting for us to come back. There will always be a harbor of shelter, the door of love open for us.

No matter where we are, as long as we hear the familiar melody, our hearts will always be touched and we can't help but be homesick and miss our mothers, and the back of our mothers' hard work and kind faces will flash before our eyes.

While the time is still young, while the mother is still alive, often home to see, even a little time to spend with mother, a little love thanks to mother, like when we were children, small hands pulling big hands, talk about family life, talk about life. The first thing you should do is to listen to your mother's chatter with patience and give her a warm feeling of love and solidity.

Mother's love is the soft breeze in May, caressing the cheeks. Mother's love is warm sunshine, a word, and a line shining on the heart, mother's love is a bunch of carnations, emitting a faint fragrance.

Mother's love is a song that never grows old.