On the beach of life lies a seashell named "Love," and the
crashing waves that pass through it transform into a delightful whisper. Within
the chapters of life, there is a musical note called "Love," which, despite its
trials and tribulations, is played as a harmonious symphony. Life is a long
journey, and along this vast road, the presence of "Love" fills every station,
preventing travelers from experiencing the weariness of anguish.
In truth, life is love, and love is life! However, how much love can remain
unwavering when faced with challenges? Perhaps only a mother's love!
The age of 17 carries a beautiful name for life: adolescence! While people
admire the beauty of a blossoming life, have they ever considered the selfless
dedication of a remarkable person who nurtures the seedling of growth and
wholeheartedly pours their essence into the "flower" until it blooms? That
person is the greatest in the world—a mother. This love is the most priceless
emotion in one's life—maternal love!
At the age of 17, life is accompanied by childish troubles. It is you, my dear
mother, who disperses the clouds of worry and brings laughter into my world.
Standing on the precipice of maturity and immaturity, it is you, my dear mother,
who shines sunlight into the ever-changing sky of my emotions and guides me when
I am fragile and lost.
Every fragment of my existence is infused with your love! In my current life,
"learning" plays a crucial role. The sea of knowledge is boundless, and my
humble boat occasionally loses its direction in the vast ocean. I become unsure
of where to go. The mountain of learning sometimes leaves me breathless, but you
wipe away my tears and navigate me with the power of love. You transform me into
a butterfly, allowing the flowers to once again experience the boundless beauty
of life.
I cannot forget how, when the sleep bug overcomes me and I slumber, you kiss me
tenderly before turning off the lights and tucking me in. I cannot forget how,
when I am in pain, your eyes burn with the intensity of your own anguish. Like
oxygen, you support my every breath and fill every corner of my life. Mountains
may crumble, seas may overflow, but the highest and supreme place in my heart
will always belong to you—my dearest mother! |