The white horse has passed the gap, and it is easy to grow old.
I hope that a inch of grass will be rewarded for three springs.
My time, your gray hair,
Years are the biggest thief.
The love I should have said to my mother,
But as time goes by, I can't even say it!
Accompanying is the longest confession
The mother misses the growing child, always one-way; the youthful child rushes towards his vision of life, eyes eagerly looking forward, the mother can only look at his smaller and smaller back from behind, trying to figure out how much the horizon is. It's far away, how long it is, how suddenly it is invisible.
The deepest memory is in front of the stove,
Mom wears a coarse cloth apron,
Cook my favorite meals for me,
One scoop and one scoop is the love of my mother~
Mom can be stingy with herself
But I do everything I can to the child
The beautiful May festival followed one after another with warm sunlight shining in through the windows, warm and gentle like a mother's hand. Mom will always be a great being. From the moment we appear in their lives, "mothers" have become a kind of responsibility, a kind of mission that accompanies us to grow and teach us to live.
This ordinary day is wonderful because of you. The pace of time is slowed down to increase the distance between each other. Use a heart to cherish the good time! Wei Jiasheng wishes all mothers a happy holiday! Quiet years!