Mother, I Love You

I don't want to deliberately praise suffering. Every time I see my mother's black hair fading away and the hoarfrost getting thicker, I can't help but want to write her life experience into a book. I want to use this book to give it to her and tell her that although you are a woman, you can stand up to the heaven and earth; although you were born in poverty, you have never been lost in suffering. I think all mothers are great, but there are countless touching moments in the ordinary, which are worth remembering and allowing us to learn to grow.