There is a warm and always love you, because you do not feel it's slow; there is always a kind of love over you, because you are unaware of numbness; there is always accompanied by a kind of love you because you are ignorant of the indistinct If smell; there is always a kind of love to console you, because your hopes remain indifferent toward it. This love is maternal love.
Motherly love, such as mountains - always so quietly watching you; motherly love as the sea - always so quiet you Jinrun Zhao. Manic storm damage can not be a single inch of the mountain, raging sandstorm also do not capture one percent of the sea.
If life has been a lack of maternal love, we become rootless trees, the water fish; if life has been a lack of maternal love, we like the barren steppe, thorns everywhere; if life has been a lack of maternal love, as we are on the sea Leaf of the boat, alone without anyone to depend; if life has been a lack of maternal love as we have a Chensha the desert, the wind drift.
It is because of maternal love, in the face of life style knife that we can easily swords cream; precisely because of the motherly love of life in the face of the can Qifengkuyu drink if we Yue; because of maternal love is a thousand miles rover ah, we not only float Ping, the department has heart; precisely because of the distance in miles motherly love that we can overcome suffering, arrived by periods.
Motherly love is lost when you beacon, you are in dire straits at the time of relief; motherly love is when you Tengda blessing, you are Luotuo the teardrop.
You numb, you get used to slow her, as you are accustomed to the surrounding air and sunshine; ignorant you are, hope you get used to her, like you used to close plants and Momo that the thick green.
Maternal love so broad, I have never been too concerned about. To this day I grew up, and I have children and motherly love in my memory to keep clear - hand man, the man his hand - clear.
Sunshine is the motherly love of life, drought is the mother of Kam Yu. Motherly love is in the hands of line, the body clothes.
In the past, countless number of Carols Changji praise you, countless number of poems dedicated to praise you. Our language is so rich and beautiful. But right now I think it is so poor pan is doing all can not express my deep respect for you.
Flowers bloom, Kuwata Sea. Maternal love is such an interpretation, the same ancient manner.