-Japanese proverb Every child's lunch box is full of maternal love.
-Japanese folk proverbs
Most of the beautiful things in life come in twos and threes, hundreds of them. There are many roses, stars, sunsets, rainbows, brothers and sisters, aunts and cousins, but there is only one mother in the world. Kate Douglas Wiggin
Everything in the world lives in groups, such as flowers like stars, sunset clouds like rainbows, brothers and sisters, relatives and friends, but mother chinese odyssey.
Kate Douglas Wiggin
The only explanation for maternal selflessness, sacrifice, loyalty and gentleness is love. -Leroy Brown Low's mother's selflessness, dedication, loyalty and gentleness all come from love.
Richard Brownlow
Dear mom: I'm fine. Stop worrying about me.
-Egyptian papyrus letter
Dear mom: I'm fine. Don't worry about me any more.
-Egypt
(about 2000 BC)
Who has heard of Father Earth?
-Who has heard of Father Earth?
-Vance Bogali
Youth fades; Love languishes; The leaves of friendship fall; Mother's secret love lasts longer than all of them.
-Oliver W. Holmes Youth is fleeting, love is fleeting, the tree of friendship will not last forever, only the love in the mother's heart will last forever.
Oliver Holmes
These words are so natural and unpretentious, and poetry is so beautiful and unparalleled.
There are 18 famous European classical paintings in the book, and each painting is accompanied by a famous saying or a group of poems. Among them, there is an oil painting: a rosy mother is sitting in a chair with a chubby and lovely little girl in her arms. The daughter's little face clings to her mother's. The posture and expression of mother and daughter in that painting are very similar to those in my treasured photo album.
There is also a picture: under the soft orange light, my mother leans back in the armchair, pulling the wool end in her hand and winding the wool. At the other end of the phone, the youngest daughter is about three or four years old, wearing a white dress, two braids facing the sky, two little feet folded together, and wool in her hand, sitting on the small round table opposite her mother. This painting is so lifelike that it seems that the thread in the hands of mother and daughter is swimming slowly. This harmonious, intimate and sweet picture is stored in the memories of many mothers and daughters in the world.
In an oil painting by the sea, light-colored waves stir the sea, and dark waves fluctuate constantly on the beach. Mother and son sat barefoot on the sand dunes, looking at ease. The mother clenched her fists and stretched out her arms in front of her little son, apparently to let him guess which hand was hiding the treasure. The little boy bulged his round face and stared at his mother's hand. It seems that he hasn't made up his mind. The picture of this mother-child game is relaxed and natural, which is quite interesting.
I continued to read this beloved little book slowly. ...
Another mother and son are playing happily by the stream under the blue sky and white clouds. Mother is wearing a long white dress, and soft white sand and blonde hair are blown by the breeze. This is a very beautiful and elegant young woman, holding a skirt in one hand and a fishing rod in the other. The son is wearing a white uniform, and the blue ribbon flutters with the wind. The little boy was obviously happy, holding the fishing rod high and jumping around his mother.
I like European classical paintings very much and often linger in the galleries of the Metropolitan Museum. Among them, Raphael's The Virgin Mary is my favorite. A mother holds her son in her arms, and her face is full of kindness, gentleness, kindness, openness, tolerance, serenity, intelligence, holiness and beauty … all the virtues of women and mothers in the world. Although the Madonna in the painting wears a halo, in the sky and in the clouds, it is just out of reach, but it makes people feel very kind, just like an ordinary mother around. Even though God can give orders, create everything and command everything, in his mother's heart, he will always be a child.
I am reluctant to return to reality from poetry, look at my watch, and then look at the mobile phone that seems to tie my heart.
Last Mother's Day, my daughter rushed to new york from the university in Chicago and brought a bouquet of my favorite fragrant yellow roses. As soon as my daughter entered the room, she took out a prepared recipe and cooked me a delicious Spanish dish. Then my daughter opened her bag and took out a collection of my favorite tenor Domingo's famous songs. In the beautiful song, she opened the small blueprint, hugged my neck and enjoyed it with my mother.
"Roses are for your nose to smell; The rice is for you; Music is for you; The book is for you. " My daughter jokingly pointed her finger at my five senses.
I close my eyes and concentrate on remembering everything with my daughter last year, every conversation, every intimate detail … immersed in happiness.
For me, this is a very happy day.
It is getting darker and darker, the night is getting deeper and deeper, and the rain is still ticking. There are still 10 minutes before midnight. I am still thoughtful, deeply lying on the sofa, waiting by the phone.
"Ring ..." The telephone suddenly woke up from sleep and laughed loudly.
"Happy Mother's Day, Mom!" Tears of sadness, relief and joy ...
Mark Twain, a famous American writer, has a saying:
My mother has caused me a lot of trouble, but I think she enjoys it. My mother did her best for me, but I think she had a good time.
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