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The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I

Mood phrases after mother's death. Talk about my mother's feelings after her death.

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I

Mood phrases after mother's death. Talk about my mother's feelings after her death.

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home. Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains. If you encounter pity, you will ask for it. I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.

Mom, when you suddenly left that year, I was exhausted and heartbroken, so I had to go into my dream every night to scratch your face and look for you.

Mother's life is the life of the most common Jiangnan woman. Not many people will remember the passage of life. But for her children, it is a lifetime memory, which will not be forgotten or forgotten.

Mother's eyes reveal an unparalleled happiness. This kind of happiness is a kind of happiness that saves the child from suffering, and it is a happiness that pours all the mother's milk, blood and love into the child.

Mother's eyes sparkled with deep expectation. This expectation has placed all her mother's wishes: understanding, promising and being an adult, which is the whole meaning of her life.

The crimson camellia on the windowsill blooms slowly and heavily in the dripping rain. I went to the window, looked at the blurred window, listened to the falling rain, and remembered the familiar and long-lost voice. Oh, that's mom's voice. I really want to listen to my mother's ramble again-it's a pity that my mother has driven Hexi away!

I have a photo of my mother when she was young, which was taken when she was about twenty years old, wearing a dress with beautiful flowers. Her cheeks are plump, her eyes are bright, her teeth are white, like a morning star, and her black hair hangs down on her chest. There were few photos left by my mother when she was young, which were basically destroyed during the Cultural Revolution. This photo was later retrieved from her relatives.

I dreamed of my mother at night and woke up crying. When I woke up and tried to catch this dream again, I didn't know where it had flown.

Sometimes, I see others talking and laughing and going shopping with my mother in town. How envious I am. I feel uneasy when I see what my mother has carefully selected for her daughter.