Mother's Short Life

Time flies by, and my mother is getting old. Her face was wrinkled and her hair turned gray. Yet her eyes remained firm and loving. Whenever I see my mother's kind eyes, I think of her life and feel filled with emotion. Mother's love is a high mountain. No matter how difficult it is for you, she is always a barrier to rely on. That towering body will protect you from wind and rain, making you feel at ease. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.