On the Bad Emotion of Mother-daughter Relationship

Time is like water, and the years are fleeting. How many memories disappear like water, but we have never changed our thoughts of our mother. The warbler goes to swallow, and the spring goes. Her face is getting older and her hair is as white as snow. The child is growing up day by day, but the mother is aging day by day. Maternal love is generous, she sent away the spring dew and autumn frost; Leave it to the morning light, leave it to the dusk; But I can only forget myself. Motherly love is speechless, and I can hardly express my gratitude for this heavy love. My mother silently paid for us and consumed her youth and life, but she didn't complain at all and got nothing in return. The vicissitudes of time have left a gray mark on her face and hair, which makes me sigh more about the ruthless passage of time and the greatness of love!