Rain in heaven, mother's tears

Today is Mother's Day on May 10th.

Yesterday, I published my book "my Mother" on the Internet to honor my mother in heaven.

Yesterday, it rained one after another; today, it rained again. Quiet. The house is cool. Sit alone. Outdoor cold rain, tick-tock, fell on the ground, also fell on my heart. Is that rain from heaven? Is that the tears of my mother Sier?

Heaven is the place where immortals live. There are magnificent palaces, the red walls of the palaces are blue tiles, gilded brilliant; there are hazy Sendai, Sendai clouds wrapped around, purple smoke; there is the alchemy furnace of the old man, the fire is raging, reflecting the sky; there is a beautiful peach orchard, thousands of flat peaches, fruitful, hanging all over the branches. Heaven, music and music, melodious piano; heaven, flowers in full bloom, birds singing; heaven, fairies fluttering, feathered neon clothes; heaven, no pain, no sadness. Heaven is the place that the world yearns for. It is said that after death, the soul floats to heaven, where the soul can rest in peace.

The beauty of heaven, the mother is in heaven!

In the world, on Mother's Day, children send flowers to their mothers, wish their mothers a happy Mother's Day and wish their mothers good health. And I also want to send flowers to my mother, but my mother is in heaven! Dear mother, do you know how much your youngest son misses you on this Mother's Day? That burst of thunder is my call to my mother! That way of lightning is my yearning for my mother! Mother in heaven must have heard my call and felt my yearning.

Outside the window, the rain kept falling.

Outside the window, it is raining harder and harder.

This rain is my mother's tears, these tears come from heaven!

Mother said: would rather be a beggar's mother than an official's father.

The mother said: no matter how old the children are, they will always be children in her eyes.

I remembered the anxious look on my mother's face when I was lying in a hospital bed when I was a child.

I thought of going to the mountains and the countryside. It was the first time I left my mother and went far away. When I said goodbye, my mother was reluctant to say goodbye and tears filled her eyes.

I thought of being a soldier, and this time I wanted to go further away, and my mother's tears flowed again.

I remembered my mother's tears of joy and melancholy when I got married.

I think of, think of my mother is old, my mother is lying in the hospital bed. Mother's pain. Mother's despair. Mother's tears remained quietly on her face.

My mother left me and her soul floated to heaven.

Heaven is where my mother lives.

I only know the beauty of heaven, but I don't know that there is sorrow in heaven. That sadness, is the mother's tears, mother's tears turned into sad rain, sad!

Author: qu Tian