Nowadays, there are midnight zero 38 points, exactly, it is already my birthday. "Happy birthday" is of course happiness. However, this moment is not from the autonomous thinking: "Your birthday is the mother's suffering. Because that day, there is a paper between heaven and hell." In fact, I want to say That day, it was just the beginning of the mother's victim, and the mother was difficult for the child. In a long lifetime, from the baby to the young people, youth and even complete mature, the middle age of the parents, it was involved. Mother's love. The mother never says love, the mother's love is silent, in each son left, the eyes are nostalgic: the mother's love is omnipotent, in every weather forecast for the city where the son is located; mother love is selfless and fearless and no regrets. Suddenly I remembered that Zheng Zheng was talking about his mother. The wild is unruly. It is a child who is unforgettable. So I understand why he wants to sing "Mom, you still bring me home." It's often imagined, afraid The black girlfriend faces the same fear of black children, will take him, brave enough to be a mother. Thank mom!
