Motherly love is selfless, and the world is wide; Affection is warm, and the world is new.
A pair of kind eyes and frosty sideburns, wanderers love to dream of spring. Liu Hua in May, six stationery, seven loving mothers in a wild goose.
There is a Qian Qian knot in my heart, which makes it difficult to connect mother and child. The sky is full of love and parents are easy to get along with.
Motherly love is the most selfless, better than the spring of the earth; Family is difficult to price, just like a treasure house.
How deep is maternal love? It's a lifelong concern. It's only October. Unforgettable kindness, bright spring rain and dew, let it feed back thousands of times.
Motherly love is boundless, asking for warm care, and news is like honey; I have dedicated my life and my face is as old as frost.
Autumn water looks through, leaning on it often forgets the suffering of wind and frost; The flowers in the court are exhausted, and listening to the rain is even more worrying for children.
Motherly love is like the sea, which has marginal love; Affection is like heaven, and heaven has no roots, but love is active.
My mother misses her children, but she can't forget me even though she walks on Wan Li Road. Children bless their mothers, but they bless carnations all their lives.
Knowing that the road is far away and the mountains are high, I still hold my child thousands of miles away and add a lot of white hair; On the profound meaning of love, dozens of festivals favor mothers and shed thousands of rays of spring.
A pillow of moss, for whom it snows; Two lines of clear tears, because I am ice.
Motherly love loves mother deeply; Honey, yes, yes, yes, yes.
Mother's kindness is as heavy as Mount Tai; Love is deep as the sea.
Sleepless children in lonely houses look at the moon; Gao Tang had a mother's hair like frost.
How can loess bury a smile when the earth is silent? Heaven is intentional, but it is not ungrateful. .
Mother-in-law line, wandering clothes, the eternal charm of every grass and tree; Feed the crow's heart, kneel on the sheep, and the evening scene of the pavilion is full of happiness.
Maternal love is a mountain, and Sansheng is destined to be kind and heavy; Family ties are like the sea, and it is difficult to leave filial piety.
Years of hard work, youth, maternal love and hope; Diligence weaves happy flowers for the simplicity of thread and the affection of needle.
Mother likes everything like the earth; Kiss is like a blessing from heaven to nourish the future.
Mother's kindness is as deep as the sea; Pro-righteousness is as heavy as a mountain.
Rice, oil, salt, kindness and love, needles and threads on vagrants; Warm illness, loyalty to filial piety, carnations in the sunset.
Teach me that ice is clean and turbid; Manage your family and frost your hair.
Wandering in Yaosi under the moon;
When the wind passes, I will write a letter to my family and ask: can the fields be the same as before? When the moon is full, you must think clearly and think about it: is there any sound at the end of the world?
Spring dew nourishes fragrant grass; Silk thread is covered with colorful clouds.
No flowers, no hot tea, no time to accompany my mother; I wish you many blessings, hope you look forward to it, and love for ten thousand years is a family.
Splash ink and send three thousand words to express your feelings; Bow, bow and wish half a hundred mothers a happy life.
Long life, studious, prosperous; For a long time, I was disgusted and cried blood. I taught my children and grandchildren virtue.
When I was a child, my mother's nagging was always unpleasant; When I grow up, my mother is long-winded and enthusiastic. Horizontal identity: loving mother and Jiaxin
Ming Fan is kind enough to repel mosquitoes; Part II: Sewing clothes with dim light and bloody eyes. Horizontal criticism: it is difficult to repay kindness.
You push it dry, and it gets wet. Kindness has said the price. Bottom line: the ultimate virtue can't repay loved ones. Horizontal comment: good news is difficult.
Dream back to the loving mother's needle flying line, and the heart floats back in the morning; It is difficult to repay the kindness of a loving mother.