Sentences about maternal love

Mom just passed by.

Give half of the umbrella for the child to shelter from the wind and rain to the mother.

Mother pushed it to me again,

Ah, the child under the umbrella,

Mom outside the umbrella.

Rain is no longer rain,

It was a tear of happiness that God sent to the world.

Life is like walking on a stormy road.

Mother is at the front.

Send some umbrellas to protect the children from the wind and rain to their mothers.

Mother pushed it to me again,

Ah, the child under the umbrella,

Mom outside the umbrella.

Rain is no longer rain,

It was a tear of happiness that God sent to the world.

Dear mom, I love you.

I will always be your child.

I always need the touch of your palm.

Dear mom, I love you.

Just like a stream's affection for a mountain.

I hug you warmly and tightly.

Selflessly cherish the warmth of spring.

I am a wild goose flying south.

The desire to be as fresh as cream.

I love you, my dear mother.

I love you, the smell of mountains, air and water.

In my youth, you designed it carefully for me.

Every second, every minute of my life.

On many bright red days

With the poetry and enthusiasm of my stream

Write poetry on your wrinkled forehead.

Pick a bunch of the brightest roses,

With all my dear words to my mother,

Mom said I was stupid,

Roses are flowers that symbolize love.

I don't know,

It is also a flower that the child gave to his mother.

I haven't heard my mother tell jokes about my childhood for a long time.

I regret it,

Those who fall asleep before listening,

Mom said, silly boy,

A mother will never finish what she has to say to her children.

Thank you for your participation, so I want to give you a * * * encouragement.

1, mother in the storm

Life is like walking on a stormy road.

Mother is at the front.

Send some umbrellas to protect the children from the wind and rain to their mothers.

Mom pushed it to me again.

Ah, the child under the umbrella,

Mother outside the umbrella,

Rain is no longer rain,

It was a tear of happiness that God sent to the world.

Thank you for your hard work, Mom.

The human body can leave,

People don't leave,

Just as we will never forget our ancestors,

Forget about mother.

Mother is the quilt on her body,

Without her, she would feel cold.

Mother is the salt in the dish,

Life is tasteless without her.

Mother must have her pain.

The pain of wandering,

It often hangs on her face,

Interwoven with laughter watching children.

3. Great maternal love

Pick a bunch of the brightest roses,

With all my dear words to my mother,

Mom said I was stupid,

Roses are flowers that symbolize love.

I don't know,

It is also a flower that the child gave to his mother.

I haven't heard my mother tell jokes about my childhood for a long time.

I regret it,

Those who fall asleep before listening.

Mom said, silly boy,

A mother can never finish what she has to say to her children.

Is to sleep in the grave,

You are also my eternal concern.

A traveler's song

Meng Jiao

The thread in the loving mother's hand,

Make clothes for her wayward son.

She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,

Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.

But how much love does an inch of grass have,

Reported three spring rays.

Motherly love/Yu Hui

Motherly love is great, and greatness comes from selflessness.

Motherly love is full of animal instinct.

Maternal love is permeated with objective agreement.

Motherly love is like a glass of water, colorless and tasteless.

A child is like a fish, never leaving water.

So I often forget the taste of this water.

Motherly love is like a river,

The river is clear and persistent.

Children are like grass by the river, growing sturdily under the nourishment of the river.

Look!

The grass by the river is much greener than that by the river.

Motherly love is like the sea, boundless.

Countless ships were towed to sea.

That ship is a child.

Mothers let their children wander and play on themselves. ...

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childhood

mother love

This is a gentle palm.

Hit on the body

Be concerned about

Grow up

mother love

This is a rough palm.

Touch your face.

The pain is in my heart.

Now

mother love

This is an invisible palm.

Shade the sky

care for