It's Laba once a year again, and it's another year of endless thoughts. Today is the death day of my mother, please forgive my son who is far away from home, and I can't help myself and can't go home to visit the grave.

But that mother's heart has never been forgotten for a moment. Once Nan Ke had a dream, and his mother wanted to take her son somewhere.

My son was unusually awake in his dream, knowing that his mother was deceased, and said that he couldn't go where you went. You say, "Mom can still hurt you?"

I said that I knew you would not harm your son, but I left with you, and there are still relatives in this world who are concerned about. You must take your child away, but you don't dare and can't, you can only break free from filial piety, wake up from the fright in a daze, and your child has tears and wet pillow towels.

The deceased mother thinks of her child, and her son misses her mother, but her child has worries and is difficult to let go. The mother in the memory is so protective of the short, but the short-term protection is reasonable, and the mother in the memory is so strict, and the strictness is aimed at discipline.

You have said that you must be reasonable in your dealings with anyone, and that you must act with your conscience in everything you do.

The words are still in my ears, and I have never dared to forget them. The teachings of the years are still in my ears, but your kind figure, three years ago today, has left my son.

Mother, are you okay over there? Laba porridge, have you drunk it? Can you hear the greetings from the yang world?

You can't make filial piety in front of the tomb, and you can sacrifice online thousands of miles away. Mother, I miss you!

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