Point to the mother
世界上的壹切光榮和驕傲都來自於母親——題記
All glory and pride in the world come from the mother - signature
全天下的母親都是壹樣的，她們都有壹顆心，壹顆愛著兒女的心。請為母親點贊！當我們牙牙學語時，母親在壹旁守護著，壹個人躲在角落擦拭著不為人知的淚水。那是喜悅的淚，激動的淚，幸福的淚，只因為她最最愛的寶貝會叫“媽媽”了。請為母親點贊！當我們蹣跚學步時，母親在壹旁充當騎士，默默守護著她的王子或公主。當妳壹不小心摔跤時，她還要假裝漠不關心，可是她的心就像是被壹把鋒利的刻刀深深插進胸膛。淚水在眼眶裏跳動，然後壹個人在“不爭氣”的留著淚水。那是心痛的淚。請為母親點贊！當我們進入幼兒園時，母親心中萬分不舍。但當我們回家唱壹句“讓我抱抱妳吧，我的好媽媽”母親的心很欣慰，然後留下感動的淚。當我們生病時，母親痛恨自己，恨自己不能為妳承受妳所受的痛，那是心痛的淚。
Mother all over the world are the same, they have a heart, a love of the heart of the children. Please point to my mother! When we speak, mother on watch, a man hiding in the corner wipe unbeknown tears. That is the joy of tears, tears of excitement, tears of happiness, only because her favorite baby will be called "Mom". Please point to my mother! While we were walking, my mother was a knight in the side, silently guarding her prince or princess. When you are not careful wrestling, she will pretend to be indifferent, but just as her heart is is a sharp knife, make deep in into the chest. Beating tears in the eyes, and then a man in "disappointing" tears. That is the tears of heartache. Please point to my mother! When we entered the kindergarten, the mother heart very much. But when back home, we sing the phrase "let me give you a hug, my good mother" the heart of a mother is very pleased, then leave moved to tears. When we are sick, the mother hates oneself, hates oneself cannot bear for you you to suffer the pain, that is the sad tear.
請為母親點贊！當我們進入中學後，與母親的距離越來越遠。進入青春期後，嫌母親礙手礙腳的，常對她大吼大叫，但她總是壹聲不吭，繼續做她的事情。她留著委屈的淚。母親的壹生總是在勞累中度過，她在為我們奔波，為我們付出，卻不收任何回報，當我們長大後，母親兩鬢早已斑白，我們還在感嘆時間都去哪兒了。隨著時代的發展，網絡語言越來越豐富，讓我們壹起豎起大拇指，對母親點個贊！
Please point to my mother! When we entered the middle school, and the mother's distance is more and more distant. After puberty, too, mother's cumbersome, often to her yelling, but she kept silent, continue to do her thing. She left the tears of injustice. His mother always passed in the tired, she in the rush for us, for us to pay, but do not receive anything in return. When we grow up, mother temples already gray, we still sigh where are all the time. With the development of the times, the network language is becoming more and more rich, let us put up a thumb, the mother of a praise!