Mother is a time
Childhood when the mother is a difficult to let go of the dependency; youth, when the mother may be just a blind love. Means only when the life clock to noon, with the spring of life has been the summer is about to enter the fall, the mother is a deep understanding, deep insight and profound love. I have the feeling in my heart silently, chewing thin, the body from time to time, the mother is a kind of time, the flow from a forest green years, from small streams to a pool of deep lake of time, from the moon into a piece of the tip of the years, from the flow of a brilliant desolate years. white haired mother, we sometimes difficult to separate old and what is our mother, or whether we years? We hope that what is left of the maternal heart, or that little bit, been busy, the days of flesh and blood? The loss of years is silent, when we have felt for years to come, they will be very heavy in memory. Mother's sacrifice of real experience, we also must pay and the expense of...