Child, the mother is the most neglected of our great ed hardy kids women. In this traditional nation, the home of the mother as the center, which is a hot concept, field, high-rise buildings, villages, cities, as well as a blue sky; school, and I is not perfect in some of textbooks to understand the mother is the greatest person in the world, they not only create a living, but also in the creation of human civilization, continue with the miracle of life, when our world needs a warm, always have them figure aside. Home is a sweet rice, frozen cold, wet sweat, as well as parents kind of face; work, I Chang Huijia see parents, home is my gripping the miss, I know, only parents happy and healthy, and is doing the greatest happiness of children. Time flies, we warm caress of her mother grew up, my mother always put a plume of warm and timely delivery to us; mother is my parking bays; out of bitterness, the difficult road and disappeared in the annual peek inside . adult, I only know some of inconstancy of human relationships: those journalists, academics, media, advocates praised the actress in the female politicians, women entrepreneurs, poets, while his mother is also aware of the great and extraordinary dedication quietly? Mother is gripping the miss, trembling accent, flowering cliff side, silver beneath the bitter wrinkle face more; middle-aged, and there are many, many things, experienced, and turned will forget, but in our heart of hearts, will never forget our mother, because of the passage of time will never diminish our mother's deep love. proud of the time, mothers are not always around us, and we share. However, the exacting mother that always makes us no longer lose their own; frustrated when the mother must be able to Us: encouragement, consolation, help us always find themselves in the face of adversity; increasingly weak in love today, many people paying attention to Mother's Day, yes, love mother, the most important thing is in my heart, honor the mother to endure, the accumulation of bits and pieces, not only in the Mother's Day does not have to flowers; in fact if you put down the hands of busy work to return home for the mother to do meal, wash clothes, even just chat to accompany her mother, the mother had a warm enough for the festival. Time flies, we warm caress her mother grew up, and adults, mothers always a plume of warm and timely delivery to us, let us confused forever share of earthly life in the character, not lose it were the beginning of the innocent and good people, just as our mothers.

Memory of the South living in harmony with the winter should be warm sun, green leaves swept waves, swallows around the cloud. But last winter was exceptionally cold, when the aircraft circled over time in the home, through the dazzling window which once covered the mountain shade mountain ridge, Gully sill, greeted by the misty white, as if all the Township waves into a huge waterfall, fly spray that is the trickle of ups and downs of the hill.
strongly in the mind looking for a home in the shadow, and that blows the white is like to be waving a giant piece of cloth, winding, float along, and how to not find the way home. Really long time did not return home, and which roads the path breath smelled childhood; that possession of laughter full of young brook; that many dream of the Yi Keke Scattered fruit trees, all seemed quiet from the mind of the disappeared.
stirring deep spiritual contemplation. Since leaving home to go to school, school, work, fall in the time around not only inadvertently in the memory of the home to drop the. That brought up my plants, air, water; that accompanied me through seasons of play leather dog, that enabled this day I am over the mountains of cattle; those in the early morning and sunset Xiaguang lingering afterglow of the birds in the ears; also those childhood playing partners; them what seems to be sunk into the memory of the black hole, is the cycle time change memory, or the busy city life changed heart?
mind is like a silk of the silkworm, and loop enclosure drawing the sky into the memory. Floating in front of the mother figure, the years Cang wounds engraved in the forehead, not clear whether the amount of the wrinkles added to the head of white hair do not know whether it is still the same as last time want to see if the winter Cream? I have not seen her mother again, and always miss the days of evasive busy with work, but forgotten is the most true love.
biting wind, as numerous fine needle aspiration, loss of child with skin, snow-capped mountain village like a sleeping baby, car slowly stopped at the entrance ed hardy clothing to the village, through the window, I saw the mother's gaunt figure standing in the snow, a Swirling white steam floating in the mouth, tears of excitement rushes face out sourly. Gently went the mother's side, could not bear to see her mother's face, like a shy child, lost his mother uttered a cry, the mother took the suitcase from my hand, took her mother's hand, walking along in silence towards home go.
mother lived alone in the home of Kibusa yard, which is a unique structure that houses the South, the whole Tong House are all made of wood, wood and wood connection between the use of Shen in the village, this house general are built on mountains, the terrain of the bump will not affect the construction of housing. Many of these houses are two floors, there are three, and four are on very much. Are feeding the lower house build, and is generally more complicated, pigs, cattle, horses, sheep, chickens, geese, there is the tool to put some work in rural areas. The upper is a family meal, a place to stay. Usually on the second floor, all in a few square meters balcony, empty, spring flowering trees can be read here, Block, Block here can be left cold summer, autumn rain seat to see the rain here in winter, then, Block the sun here. If there is anything that house, and stood up roar soon as here, the whole village had heard, a major event on this small mountain village left in here, or sweet or the misery of the blot.
Village night, fell asleep early on. South in winter, during the day is warm, only slightly in the chill night. Last year's winter was exceptionally cold, biting wind as the wild beasts, through the wooden walls of the room effortlessly drilling, no heating tool housing as an open-air ice Kau, as if to escape the cold Heaven group of children, direct drilled living skin. Mother braved heat from the steam pot fetched a basin of water, I washed my feet, watching his elderly mother, busy back and forth, like a fall into the thorns public mind, the pain can not be expressed in words . I want to do something, anything to let my mother do, if I became the family's guests, and that the familiar becomes unfamiliar walls, and even put a towel I do not know the location, foolishly to seat at home, he was appointed as the care of young mothers to take care of the children were grown up, like me. After washing feet
mother, standing beside me and see me, and then see if she goes on the bed is not wide, as if what is wrong, and gently said to me, "especially this year cold, you get used to heating the house, afraid to sleep a person will be cold, you sleep in my bed, my feet can give you a little hot air. " The sour tears surging in the Orbital, I lay the mother's feet, legs tightly express mother in my arms, my mother does, to be afraid I Dongzhe, her clothes are all covered in my legs, back again and again the pressure recovery pressure, would the well, would the attachment, as is bringing a new baby. Send affectionate Acacia
moon, but how to get through the mother's cell phone, I know, the mother has returned to that little room, back to that remote mountain village, where she dreams of Acacia.
is a Mid-Autumn Festival moon night, quiet seat by the window, watching Liangtang Tang's room, looking soft and comfortable double bed, the bed was nice to see the beautiful in large perianth, the heart is like It's a bird fly, into the distance, then flew inside the cabin village, flew it a warm bed. At this point the mother, is seated at a side balcony, facing the distant sky of the missing face of pet, or lying in bed, review it with his son once the temperature?
many years, and I do not know grow up in pity, or adult shyness, each met with the mother, are not a good look at the mother, not to hug mother, let alone sleep with his mother .
mother, this year's Spring Festival, I want to hold your good, just as you were a kid, like me in his arms; mother, I want to hold you tight, count your head of white hair, like You hold me and kiss my cheek; mother, I sweetly hold your legs to sleep, as you hug me in the middle ed hardy of the night to sing a ballad; mother, son, your legs are always the most warm is, whether his son went there, will feel the warmth of the mother's caress.