The change of face, she used the dedication of this life to compose my action, the change of years, changed her face, took away her smile, the fragility of the flowing xia brought into her heart, gave her warm eyes, sprinkled exquisite love, marked the song that belongs to the mood, walked in the beautiful and bright deeds of the world, Wanjing guarded her heart, thousands of dollars protected her fragrance, and the dripping perception hit the love that belonged to her, her name was mother. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Quietly watching, the gathering of thousands of tenderness of thoughts, depicting the blueprint in the heart, weaving the encirclement of love, reprinting the mood of the rain and dew and the stamen-like guard, so that the expectation of the raindrops is by the child's side, she uses all the waiting, looking forward to the child's health, protecting the child's bright blessings, and writing the brilliance of happiness, because it is the arrangement of time, her value can make the sky fate, let the earth be destined.

Don't ask for the future, don't send money blessings written in the child's mind, the heart started to be sunny-like beauty, the exquisite painting on the lyrics of the four seasons of spring and autumn, let the wind and moon dance, let the earth rejuvenate, slow thoughts warm the flesh and blood emotion, dripping with her lovesick smile, depicting the sunshine in her heart, gathering to pay and express the progress of the years, not because of poverty and loss of children's instincts, not because of wealth and forget the accumulation of hope.

Although her face was stuck to the blood on the dust, she said, "Seeing your growth is my best blessing in the next life" She does not seek nobility, does not covet wealth, gives up the foreign response and guards the pots and pans by the kitchen, often in the winter, "Although the child is cold, but my heart is connected with your clothes," when it was hot, she said, " Children, the sweat is gone, but the happiness we once had can still change in the dream, the flowers of the future will still bloom, don't be upset because of the loss, only let the troubles in the heart go away with the sweat, with the cold of that winter, we can see the cool moon at night, the heart of dawn".

The sun sparked the spark in her heart to make her pay to confess in the reunion, the moon carved the embankment of the years, dyed her waiting for the time after school, she did not say a word, did not say much about the direction that did not belong to the child, but used persistent dedication to show the love in the years, the picture of perception is called love in her heart, and the flowing child ran in her mind, so that she sent the care of waiting.

She sometimes doesn't say much, because the child is setting off, there are tears in the heart, never sprinkled, there is hope in the heart, slowly walk away without asking, because the child's happiness is the greatest contribution to their own efforts, attentive attention, is afraid that the child has a shadow in the heart of the future, from then on, the heart is satisfied, tears and tears, how much can not replace the eternal existence of the years in her heart She sweated, bruised and bloody, never said a word "bitter", she shed tears, she worried, but never let the imprint into the child's mind, she overcame all obstacles just to let her son be called, "Mother." ”。 Her voice has the same name as heaven and earth, because of the company of the four seasons, her face is like the sun and the moon in her heart to grow the perception of hope, the child cries, her heart will hurt, the child is sick, her thoughts will be chaotic, she has always hoped to help the child replace the suffering, and there has never been a second heart to let the child cry for himself.

Her smile is better than all my foreign gains, my appearance is better than all her sorrows, since I was a child, I cried for her, she shed a lot of sweat for my growth, if I have not accepted tears, I may not be able to experience the sweat of her such a wind and snow, she weaved my young, covered my youth, with all the sweat and tears intertwined in my life.

I wept, when I was sad, my mother said, "Your shadow is my heart, whether you say it right, or you do it wrong, but my heart will beat with your advance and retreat, one day, I will not be by your side, but you have to remember that your shadow, which is my heart, will follow you for a lifetime, don't let my heart cry, tears are not the source of success, it is the replacement of failure".

Mother's heart is true in my heart, and my heart is often silent.

It is difficult to change people, and the heart candle tears are in this life.

Her heart rose and fell on my way with the palm lines in her hand, condensing the air-like magic power and attached to the courage of my soul, never haggard, nor outdated, although she did not lose too much of the dispersion, but she couldn't say the "thank you" in her heart but she couldn't say the weight of her pay, and the "mother" she said all her life, but she didn't think about how many "sons" he called in his heart.

She put down her dignity and covered the child's crying with a smile, she avoided the world, never avoided her son's home, she spent all the flowers of life on her son's advance, she clasped her fingers, prayed for the child, hoped that she would bear the bitter fruit of the child, she was not afraid of her sweat, but she was often worried about the child's tears, maybe because, in our world, her name is "mother" and my name is "son".

I can't shout at her because I grew up, but she wants the child to be serious, because everyone will make mistakes, everyone will be angry, and the mother said, "If you remember the winter, you must learn to forgive, and everyone will accept the cold, if you remember the sweat, you must remember that my heart is still by your side, she will not be haggard because of your sorrow, nor will she be poor because of your happiness".

In the candlelight of the night moon, I cried when I looked at my mother's heart, "I can't change my mother's face with the nobility of fame, I can't wipe away the wrinkles she has woven for me for many years with tears and sweat" braided on her forehead, hurt in my heart, and said in my dreams, but her heart will know that she once said, "I have no regrets, you don't let your shadow regret my heart."

We have smiled, because our hearts have taken care of each other, we have embraced, because sweat and tears have cried, we have looked at each other, because our hearts and thoughts have accompanied, we have been happy, because the hope of growth has sprouted in our hearts, we have been sad, because the tears of each other are too close, we have shouted, because the leap of the heart of the face is the other side of love, we have walked through the hot weather, we will not be poor because of the winter that makes our hearts happy, we have drunk cold water, we will not bring angry words out of our hearts because of hot water, and the scenery we have walked through will not be lost in the years because of the change of time。

Mother's heart, my shadow, sweat changed my face, looking at each other grew your heart, wrinkles linked my growth, my heart touched my thoughts, the key of words opened the door of heaven in my heart, I rose and fell in the today you gave, with yesterday crying, you took away the night, let me understand, "Tomorrow is to meet, this life will always be missed, I just use tears to express your heart is not enough, you need to use the flower of life to wipe away your sweat, consolidate the wall of time, and use the echo in your heart to drop on the heart you give."

If there were two great men in the world, one would be a mother and the other would be a father.