It's Mother's Day, and my mother's temples have turned so much whiter, just like she's getting older so quickly. I grew up and changed from a child to an adult, but my mother became smaller, from an adult to an old child. I don't know when her suffering will end, and I don't know when my naivety will fade away. Maybe for a lifetime, I can never fully understand those worries, worries, and loneliness, and my grievances are obvious in front of her. Mom, a warm name, is a selfless relative who gives me life and life. I will work hard, like Qi Feng, to make our home better and better. May your hair be less and your life be longer. Dear Mom, Happy Mother's Day!