Talk about how it feels to lose your mother.

When my mother was alive, she didn't know how to cherish the time together. Mother is gone, and she knows that what she lost will be lost forever, and it hurts to regret it. Faint thoughts flow with the years; Deep attachment, rippling in my heart. Hold a handful of loess to cover up old feelings; Reprint care by a wisp of east wind; Hold a cloud and move your troubles away; Sprinkle a Mao Mao rain and let the mood fly; A ray of sunshine makes life colorful.