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School of flowers.

When thunderclouds roar in the sky and June showers fall, the moist east wind walks through the wilderness and blows the flute in the bamboo forest.

So groups of flowers suddenly ran out of nowhere and danced wildly on the green grass.

Mom, I really think that the flowers are going to school in the underground school.

They closed the door to do their homework, and if they wanted to come out to play before the end of school, their teacher would punish them for standing in the corner.

As soon as the rain came, they went on vacation.

The branches of the trees touched each other in the forest, the green leaves crept in the wind, and the thunderclouds clapped their big hands. At this time, the flower children wore purple, yellow, and white clothes and rushed out.

Do you know, Mom, their home is in the sky, where the stars live.

Don't you see how anxious they are to get there? Don't you know why they're in such a hurry?

I could naturally guess to whom they were raising their arms: they had their mothers, just as I had my own mothers.

Twelve o'clock. Mom, I wish I hadn't done my homework now. I've been reading all morning.

You say, it's only twelve o'clock. Assuming it will not be later than twelve o'clock; Can't you imagine twelve o'clock as afternoon?

I could easily imagine that the sun was now on the edge of the rice field, and that the old fisherwoman was picking herbs for her dinner by the pool.

When I closed my eyes, I could imagine that the shadows under the matar trees were darker, and the water in the pond seemed to be shiny black.

If twelve o'clock can come in the night, why can't the night come at twelve o'clock?

Selected Poems of Rabindranath Tagore, translated by Zheng Zhenduo, Hunan Literature and Art Publishing House, May 1991.

When mom and dad divorce, they don't fight for real estate and custody, this is maternal love.

Mother's love is a concern for no reason.

Mother's love is inexplicably touching.

Mother's love is a greeting.

Mother's love is a reminder.

Mother's love is selfless dedication and tolerance.

Mother's love is understanding.

Mother's love is trust.

Mother's love is caring.

Mother's love is giving.

Mother's love is silent waiting and infinite anticipation.

Mother's love is the sunshine of winter.

Mother's love is the drizzle of spring.

Mother's love is gentleness.

Mother's love is strong.

Mother's love is a beacon.

A mother's love is an oar.

Mother's love is firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Mother's love is bittersweet and sour.

Mother's love is silent.

1, "The Wanderer's Yin" [Tang] Meng Jiao.

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt. Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

2, "Farewell Mother" [Qing] Huang Zhongze.

Bow to the mother river beam, white hair and tears dry.

The miserable snowy night in Chaimen, at this time, it is better to have a son than nothing.

3, "Fifteenth" [Song] Wang Anshi.

The mother will be on the ditch and leave the family white and yin. When the moon heard Du Yu, the north and the south always cared.

What is it used for ? I have one.