Write on Mother's Day 2015, wish your mother health and happiness!
In May, the sun is warm, it is the season of blooming, and the air is filled with a faint aroma of flowers and plants.
In the beauty of this shallow summer, there is a kind of flower, not amazing, even inconspicuous, but natural and fresh, simple and kind, it is day lily, also known as forget worry grass.
Mother's love, like gentle day lilies, exudes a light and elegant fragrance, if you read it carefully, you will be deeply intoxicated, he is not as moving as roses, nor as gorgeous as peonies, so gently, soft, soaked in the heart, no matter where it is, it is as full as possible, even if scattered into mud, but also to protect the flowers.
Xuan Cao Sheng Tang steps, wandering children travel around the world; loving mother according to the hall, do not see day lilies, "the kind mother with a needle and thread in her hand, for the children who travel far away to make new clothes, she is busy sewing, is worried about the child's rare return, who can say that a little filial piety like grass, can repay the kindness of Chunhui. These are all beautiful lines about maternal love written by Meng Jiao, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. Whenever I read these poems about my mother, my heart is surrounded by thick warmth.
Maternal love is deep, how deep! Each of us grew up under the care of our mother, our growth, with our mother's expectations, our luggage, full of mother's advice, behind us, is the mother's deep concern.
When I was young, my mother was our patron saint. Every time I woke up from a dream, I would see my mother's gentle eyes. Every time I fell, I would be supported by my mother. In winter, my mother is a small stove, which feels warm and warm. In summer, my mother is a shade to protect us from the sun. In autumn, my mother is the moon, reflecting the white moonlight at the head of our bed. In spring, mother is the warm sun, which gives us strength and makes us strong.
Do you remember? When we were sick, the light that stayed up all night in front of our mother's bed; remember? The first time I left home, my mother packed for us under the lamp. Do you remember? On the parting platform, my mother's expectant eyes were full of sorrow.
You will remember, because we have all experienced this bit, because mothers all over the world love their children the same.
Although what our mother does for us is small, it converges into a river bit by bit, condensing her heart and love inch by inch. For maternal love, mother never asks for anything in return, and we can't return it.
There is one of the most beautiful voice in the world, that is the mother's call, regardless of the distance, the mother's call, can always give our family nostalgia, there is maternal love, is warm, there is a mother, is home.
Maternal love is gazing, watching silently, it cannot be described in words, but it can be felt with heart; maternal love is strength, she uses her love to inspire my sleeping dream and fighting spirit, let me fly, maternal love can penetrate the haze and illuminate the road ahead, my mother's warm and resolute eyes, through the platform of years, guide me forward.
For a long time, I wanted to write a text for my mother, but I always raised my pen affectionately, but I had nowhere to write it. Maybe maternal love was too deep, maybe maternal love was too ordinary, so ordinary that you could not see or touch it, but kept singing in my life.
The real beauty in this world does not lie in whether it is gorgeous, but always simple, so that it can be more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. the songs written for the mother, without euphemism, will certainly resonate. Writing for the mother must be simple and gentle, but it can moisten the heart.
There is only a good mother in the world, and a child with a mother is like a treasure, falling into his mother's arms. Whenever I think of this song, I will have a good time when I was holding my mother's big hand and jumping in the sun.
Mother is a stream, containing my selfishness; maternal love is selfless, giving all for us, mother, perhaps originally timid and weak, but for the sake of children, any mother will become brave maternal love is a repeated disappointment, falling silent, falling into the water without trace, and those who are disappointed will always have no regrets.
We have been in love with our mother all our life, but we have forgotten that the person who gives the love of our life also needs love. We have been young and will grow old one day.
Fleeting like water, no one can stop his distant footsteps, unwittingly, the mother's head has been covered with white hair, the mother's face, has been engraved with wrinkles, that deep and shallow mark of time, ah, is the child's heart do not want to touch the wound.
Once read such a story in the book: every mother used to be a beautiful fairy with a beautiful dress, and when they decided to be the mother of a child and take care of a certain life, they would fade off this dress and become an ordinary woman, ordinary, all her life.
I know that every mother goes through such a transformation, even if her face is no longer beautiful, even if her figure is no longer slim, even if the wind and frost of the years has stained her hair, they never regret for the sake of their children.
Dear mother, what kind of language should I use to express your love for me and what kind of emotion should I use to express my gratitude to you? The love given by mother is moved that we can not forget all our lives, and maternal love is grace!
Sheep have the grace of kneeling milk, crows have the meaning of back-feeding, if one day mother is old, when her white hair stumbles, can you also hold her hand for a walk, just like when she was a child, she helped us learn to walk; if one day, her trembling hands can no longer hold the water cup, can you gently wipe off the water they spilled, smile and say it doesn't matter to her, just like he did to us.
Once heard a very sad saying, the so-called father and son mother and son, it just means that we are constantly watching the back of our children drifting away.
So on this day of Mother's Day, let's stop and go home and give our mother a hug; let's call our mother in the middle of our busy day, and don't forget to give our mother some warmth on a dull day. in fact, our mother will say at that time, I have everything, I am fine, you are busy.
Children want filial piety and kiss not to wait, Thanksgiving needs in the present, may all the children of the world know how to cherish!
May flowers, rendering the beauty of this season, how affectionate, lingering in the fragrance of the years, in this mother's festival, let us sincerely send a forget grass for our mother, may our mother be happy and worry-free, happy and healthy!
Author: spring flowers bloom
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