世界上有一种爱是神圣不可侵犯的。这种爱就是母爱。母爱是海水里稀释的盐。

世界上有一种爱是神圣不可侵犯的。这种爱就是母爱。母爱是海水里稀释的盐。虽然看不见，但每一朵浪花都尝过母爱的味道。母爱是沉淀在我们骨子里的钙，正如母亲的唠叨是爱的叠加，母亲的叮咛是爱的积累。"慈母手中的线，为任性的男孩做衣服"一年到头，一点一滴，我们都生活在爱的温暖中。我们享受着母亲的爱。不管天气是冷是热，妈妈总是担心我们吃不好，睡不好，穿不好。“但多少爱有一寸长的草，我却得到三缕春光的回报。”这句话就像我们无法为我回报母亲的爱和生命。每当我完成我的阅读，这首诗，我总是回忆起我母亲对我们无限的爱。母爱温暖甜蜜。

There is a kind of love in the world that is sacred and inviolable. This kind of love is maternal love. Maternal love is the salt diluted in the sea water. Although I can't see it, every spray has tasted the taste of maternal love. Maternal love is the calcium precipitated in our bones, just as mother's nagging is the superposition of love, and mother's exhortation is the accumulation of love. "The thread in the mother's hand makes clothes for wayward boys" all year round, bit by bit, we all live in the warmth of love. We enjoy our mother's love. Whether the weather is cold or hot, my mother is always worried that we can't eat well, sleep well and dress well. "But how much love has an inch of grass, but I get three wisps of spring in return." This sentence is like we can't return my mother's love and life for me. Whenever I finish reading this poem, I always remember my mother's infinite love for us. Maternal love is warm and sweet.

There is a kind of love in the world that is sacred and inviolable. This kind of love is maternal love. Maternal love is diluted salt in seawater. Although you can't see it, every spray has tasted maternal love. Maternal love is the calcium deposited in our bones, just as mother's nagging is the superposition of love, and mother's exhortation is the accumulation of love. "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward boys". Every year, bit by bit, we all live in the warmth of love. We are enjoying our mother's love. Whether the weather is hot or cold, my mother always worries that we can't eat well, sleep well and dress well. "But how much love has an inch of grass, but I get three rays of spring in return." This sentence is like we can't repay my mother's love and life for me. Whenever I finish reading this poem, I always recall my mother's infinite love for us. Motherly love is warm and sweet.