A poem praising mother (abbreviated)

You are a big tree; Spring leans on your fantasy; Summer depends on your prosperity; Days depend on your maturity; Meditate on you in winter; Your tall and wide crown; Make the four fields never wild; Mom, you gave me life; You are the land where I grew up.

Mother is your spring breeze, bringing warmth;

Mom is your summer ice cream, which brings you cool happiness;

Mother is a yellow leaf in autumn, and her greatest contribution to you is your hand blanket in winter, which brings you endless happiness.

Mom is like an angel who will always watch over you. Motherly love always surrounds you and wraps you, so that you will never have troubles and live a happy life forever.