Her face changed color, she used her efforts in this life to write my actions. The years changed, transformed her face, took away her smile, and the fragility like flowing clouds brought into her heart, gave her warm eyes, sprinkled with exquisite love, marked with the song of mood, walking in the beautiful and bright deeds of the world, thousands of scenery protect her soul, thousands of resources protect her fragrance, and the dripping perception hits the love that belongs to her. Her name is Mother.

Looking quietly, the gathering of thoughts is full of tenderness, depicting the blueprint in the heart, woven in love, reprinting the rain and dew of the mood and the protection of the stamens, letting the expectations of the raindrops set sail by the child. She uses all her waiting, looking forward to the health of the child, and protecting the bright blessings of the child, writing about the glory of happiness, because it is the arrangement of time, her value can make the heaven destined and the earth destined.

The blessings of not seeking the future and not sending money are written in the child's mind. The sunny beauty has begun in the heart. The exquisite paintings have lyrics from the four seasons of spring and autumn, allowing the wind and moon to dance, and let the earth rejuvenate. The slow thoughts warm the flesh and blood feelings, dripping with her longing smile, depicting the sunshine in her heart, gathering efforts to express the progress of time. There is no loss of children's instinct because of poverty, and no accumulation of hope for wealth.

Although her face was stuck with the bloody thoughts on the dust, she said, "Seeing your growth is my best blessing in the next life." She did not seek nobility, was not greedy for wealth, gave up on the response from the outside and protected the pots and pans next to the kitchen. She often said in winter, "Although the child is cold, my heart is connected with your clothes." In the hot weather, she said, "Child, sweat has gone, but our former happiness can still change in dreams, and the flowers in the future will still bloom. Don't be upset by losing. Only by letting the worries in the heart leave with sweat and with the cold of the winter, can we see the cool moon at night and the heart set sail at dawn."

The sun swayed the spark in her heart and made her confess her dedication. When she got together, the moon gently carved the shores of the years. Ran was waiting for the time after school. She didn't say anything, and didn't say much about the direction that did not belong to the child, but used persistent dedication to show the affection in the years. The perceived picture was called love in her heart. The flowing child ran in her mind, making her send the care of waiting.

Sometimes she doesn't talk much, because the child is setting off, and tears have never scattered, and hope has flawed in his heart. She walks away slowly and does not ask, because the happiness of the child is the greatest creation of his own efforts. Paying attention to it carefully is afraid that the child will have a shadow of the future in his heart. From then on, he will be satisfied and tears can no longer replace the eternal life of the years in his heart. She sweats, hurts and falls blood. She never said the word "bitter". She shed tears, but she never let the imprint enter the child's mind. She overcomes all obstacles just to let her son call him "mother". Her voice has the same name as the heaven and earth. Because of the company of the four seasons, her face grows like the sun and the moon. When the child crys, her heart will hurt, and the child is sick, and her thoughts will be messy. She always hopes to help her child replace suffering, and she never has the same intention to make her cry for herself.

Her smile is better than all the gains from outside, and my appearance is better than all the sadness of her. From childhood to adulthood, I shed tears for her. She has shed a lot of sweat for my growth. If she had not accepted tears, she might not be able to experience her sweat like the wind and snow with her. She weaves my young age, covers my youth, and intertwines all the sweat and tears in my life.

I shed tears. When I was sad, my mother said, "Your shadow is my heart. No matter if you say it right or do something wrong, my heart will beat with your advance and retreat. One day, I will not be by your side, but you must remember that your shadow is my heart, which will follow you for a lifetime. Don't let my heart cry. Tears are not the source of success, but the replacement of failure."

Mother's heart, my heart is true, and my heart is always silent.

The change of people is difficult to rely on, and the heart candles and tears are in this life.

Her heart undulates on my way with the palm lines in her hand, condensed the magical powers like air and attached to the courage of my soul. She has never been haggard or out of date. Although she has not lost too many gatherings and separations, she cannot say "thank you" in her heart, but she can't say "mother" she has given. She has never thought about how many "sons" she calls in her heart.

She put down her dignity and smiled to cover up the child's cry. She avoided the world and never avoided her son's return home. She used all the flowers of life to bloom in her son's advance. She held her fingers tightly to pray for her child, hoping to bear the bitter fruit of her child. She was not afraid of her sweat, but she often worried about the child's tears. Perhaps it was because, in our world, her name was "Mother" and my name was "Son".

I can't shout to her because of my growth, but she hopes that the child will be serious, because everyone will make mistakes and be angry. My mother said, "If you remember winter, you have to learn to forgive, and everyone will accept the cold. If you remember sweat, you have to 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 burst into tears when I looked at my mother's heart. "I can't change my mother's face with the nobility of fame, and I can't wipe away the wrinkles she woven for me for many years with tears and sweat." It was weaving on her forehead and hurting her heart. When I talked about it in my dreams, her heart would know that she once said, "I have no regrets, don't let your shadow regret my heart."

We have smiled, because the heart is close, we have embraced, because the sweat and tears are called, we have looked at each other, because the heart is accompanied by thoughts, we have been happy, because the hope of growth sprouts in our hearts, we have been sad, because the tears are too close to each other, we have shouted, because the leaping of the face is the other side of love, we have walked through the hot weather, we will not be poor because of the happiness of our hearts, we have drunk cold water, we will not bring angry words out of our hearts because of the hot water, and the scenery we have walked through will not be lost in the years because of the change of time.

My mother's heart, my shadow, sweat has changed my face, and each other has grown your heart. Wrinkles have linked my growth. My heart touched my thoughts. The keys like words have opened the door to heaven in my heart. I was ups and downs in today you gave me. I cried yesterday and took away the night, making me understand, "Tomorrow is meeting, and I will always miss each other in this life. I just express the heart you gave me with tears. It is not enough. I need to use the flower of life to wipe off your sweat, consolidate the wall of time, and use the echo in my heart to drop on the heart you gave me.
Chapter completed!