Entering China
She can be gentle, like water that nourishes all things, and does not compete for the edge.
She can be tough, towering like a mountain, unrelenting.
She is a daughter, a wife, a mother, and a unique self.
Today is the “March 8th” International Women’s Day, bless every “her”
Happy Holidays and Happy Days!
Spring water is born, all things are glorious, and the festival that belongs to the women of the world comes to the incense.Women’s Day lights up a lamp for all women with different roles in the world.Whether you’re a hard-working mother, a loving wife, or a growing daughter, today is your home turf.May every woman be as comfortable as a spring peony and bloom with a unique brilliance in her own soil.
To Mother
“Salute to Mother” cloud: “Pregnancy in October is tiring and difficult, and once the birth is in the balance. ”
That cry in the delivery room is a watershed moment in your life.
From the moment you cut the umbilical cord, you have made yourself a patron saint who will never retire.
Since then, the sea of stars has turned into milk powder diapers, and poetry and distance have become watches at the school gate.
How many days and nights, you work hard and don’t ask for anything in return.
The thin shoulders carry the burden of life and hold up a piece of heaven for us.
Under your care, we are getting taller and taller, but you are gradually bending down.
I always think that the future is long, but I don’t know that the years are quietly stealing the light in your eyes.
When you taught me to tie my shoes, your hair was like a waterfall, but now you have to wear reading glasses to mend the corners of my clothes.
Time has carved a ravine in the palm of your hand, but the most tender moments have become the nutrients for my growth.
Looking at the gray hair that your hair dye can’t hide, I suddenly understood the sentence in “One Hundred Years of Solitude”: “Parents are the curtain between us and death.”
Aren’t you carrying the weight for us?
Every gray hair is a postmark of the years, covered with countless nights tossed and turned for us; Every wrinkle is the annual ring of life, engraved with unspeakable concern.
Those lies that say “not tired”, “not cold” and “don’t like to eat” are all the codes of love.
The seed you planted in my heart is blooming with hope in the spring.
The setting sun pulls your shadow into a slender exclamation point, and I realize that even time is urging people to grow old.
Back then, you helped me take the first step in life, but I stumbled in the footsteps of my long journey.
It wasn’t until I saw the silhouette of you plucking your gray hair in the mirror that I understood the sigh in “Eye-Seeing”: “The so-called father, daughter, mother and son are just looking at each other’s backs and drifting away.”
While I can still hold this pair of hands full of years and ravines, go home more often, and listen to her nagging about the past.
I only wish all mothers in the world peace and health, and wish well.
To lovers
Zhong Shu once said to Yang Jiang: “Before I met you, I didn’t think about getting married; After I met you, I didn’t think about anyone else when I got married. “
Marriage is the practice of turning vows into verbs.
When I was young, I thought that romance was nine hundred and ninety-nine roses.
Middle-aged people understand that romance is hidden in the morning and dusk when blood pressure medication is divided into small portions.
Love reaches its boiling point on the wedding day, but it continues to maintain a constant temperature in the years to come.
From the first acquaintance to the companionship, we have crossed countless days and nights together.
In the time spent together, there will be occasional quarrels, but more often than not, there will be laughter.
Small frictions push our hearts closer and closer, and words of encouragement form our path forward.
When faced with difficulties, we face them together; When we are uneasy, we encourage each other.
In the company day after day, we become the closest people.
You hide your tiredness and count my pills more carefully than the stars.
Those blurted out complaints eventually turned into a light sigh on the corner.
True love is not in the moon before the flower, but in the palm of your back when you cough, the half cup of warm water handed in the early morning, and the hands that are always clenched when you are sleepy.
The so-called white-headed old man is just a young vow to turn into a smile in the fireworks.
Thank you for meeting and being grateful for staying together.
As the saying goes, “A hundred years of cultivation can be crossed in the same boat, and a thousand years of cultivation can be slept together.”
In the vast sea of people, we met, knew each other, and stayed together.
It is not only fate, but also fate.
In the years of coming and going, we walked slowly, grew old slowly, and saw the world together.
May in the future, the wind and rain will still be in the same boat, all the way to flowers.
To my daughter
Zhang Ailing once said: “Children are a little new power separated from the fountain of life. ”
Every life advent is a miracle.
The first time I hugged you, you were as light as a feather.
My heart was pounding, and I was afraid that something would go wrong.
Yet you winked and smiled at me.
The nurse said “Congratulations”, but I couldn’t stop crying.
Since that day, my mobile phone photo album has become your growth diary, and my heart is full of your joys, sorrows, and sorrows.
I remember the way you stumbled when you learned to walk, the pride you felt when you won the award for the first time, and the back of you walking into the exam room on the day of the college entrance examination.
Time flies, time flies.
The baby who smiled at me in swaddling clothes has learned to report good news and not bad news in the video in a blink of an eye.
Growing up, I was sometimes too strict with you, and occasionally I would lash out and make you cry in frustration.
And you always understand my hardships and understand my hardships.
Thank you, my daughter, for teaching me to be a better parent and for making me understand the greatness of life.
Because of you, my life is full of happiness.
Those nagging who force you to wear autumn pants hide the most clumsy concerns;
Those phone calls urging you to go home are the contradiction of being afraid of you getting wet in the rain and afraid of tying your wings.
Child, you don’t have to live as a sequel to your parents, go write your own story.
If you feel tired, remember to go home.
Home will always be your warm harbor, and we will always be your strongest backing.
No matter what kind of wind and rain lie ahead, we will stand by your side and escort you.
I hope that all daughters can run towards a bright and brilliant future with their enthusiasm for life.
Sanmao once said: “If you are in full bloom, the breeze will come.”
In this festival that belongs to all women, bless us with the courage to walk on the waves, and the leisure to listen to the flowers bloom; There are both brave friends and equally equal opponents.
The magnolia in spring is stretching on the branches, and may every woman be her own light and live the most beautiful version at every age.
Let’s meet in the spring, and look at the years of agarwood, and will be forever fragrant.
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