Seven o'clock in the morning
Seeing my son more than one o'clock in the morning
Mother's Day greetings came
"Mom, I miss you..."
Instantly, two tears blossomed
Blurred vision, vague memory
Rushing towards a distinct theme —
"Every festive season, I think of my family"
Fire rescue fighters, actually
Most afraid of this festival
There is no way to be with my mother
Dead
You will secretly blame yourself for filial piety
You know how to be a good fire rescue fighter
We must endure what ordinary people cannot tolerate
Eat the bitterness that ordinary people can't eat
Dead
Mom also shouted countless times
You guard the green mountains and green waters
Mom guards you
You are the firewall of the country
It is also a weakness of mom
When you come home, Mom likes it
Be pulled by your wide palm to cross the street
After you left home, mom kept the weather forecast
Keep the direction of the wind every day and pray
Even retrograde water and fire for the people to keep vigil
In Mom's eyes, you are still one
Don't take good care of your own children
Mom misses you, and she wants to see through it
Words to the lips become good boys in all directions
Mom is always worried about you, just don't say it
I most want to go to the camp to see you, and I am most afraid of giving you licking trouble
As long as the mother is there, the strongest warrior can also be a naughty boy
It is inseparable from water and fire, and I am most afraid of water and fire
I am most reluctant to let you suffer, and I don't want you the most
It was mom who went to the soup
The most proud of your flame blue is also your mother
A lifetime of broken thoughts about you, waiting for you to fight the sword to the end of the world
Hang the "House of Glory" on the gate for several years
In the depths of the hazy tears, it is still your eyes that love to laugh
Mom doesn't remember Mother's Day
The day you go home is the holidays
Producer: Wang Zhengkang
Editor-in-Charge: Fanbing Zhang
Editor of this issue: Qin Qicheng
Proofreader of this issue: Lu Yan Ru Longjun