Mother's love looks like long rivers. It tranquil, slightly pan-ripples; Under water it limpid, can see the pebbles; It is gentle, delivers me to lead the way slowly. Records events the start from me, I am mother “the small tail”.
When I write the writing brush word-time, she stands observes silently, careful instruction, when I learn to play the ball piano, she calmly appreciates in one side, earnest review, when I study jumps the Latin dance, mother in one side carefully estimates, critically punctuates devotedly ......