Keep the sun in my heart

"A mother's love, take my hands, I walk with every winter and summer during the spring and autumn", "mother, my life brilliant the sun." "A mother's love, my side warm, bright, and downy sunshine". I have been at the poem that I sing through diligence, kindness, enthusiasm, tolerance, perseverance, and wisdom, and kind mother, I have enjoyed sing the rich, sweet, pure, selfless, and great maternal love.

Very early to want to write the words of my mother, often can be picked up a pen to, the tears have eyes welled up, I know what call "mounted". I have witnessed the death of my mother, I genuinely feel the what is pain, I felt the death of powerful, I see a god of death is how terrible cruelty, in the bright, autumn wind bleak in the middle of the night, my mother, give me life, and keep my adult's mother, with her life to attachment, to the life, the desire for her daughter's mind at rest, painful away from me, say goodbye to the world, the mother is so love life ah, I watched my mother in the onset of painful struggle in torture, but powerless, two male doctors tried to rescue, but no matter how to also can't control the deterioration of the illness............. Finally, feebly placed a word "cold, cold is the is too late, for someone to it". She left. I like looking at my most dear as nerd mother yuanzheng binocular stop breathing farewell died. Left the her life for a lifetime in the place, a painstaking effort have built an entire life had not lived three years of the whole village think is a good four COINS new house between red brick. I hate yourself why not do a saving of doctors, hate oneself cannot remove the pain of loved ones, can't save the life of the great mother, I put in vain, and cry out, want to call out the mother. I lost in deep remorse reason...... His mother in person, cannot understand the pain of losing her mother, mother and daughter not deep feelings of the people also can not understand the mother of that kind of lose the indescribable sad the taste, get married the daughter also unable to realize a married mother of children not to lose a tore heart crack lung of painful. I deeply appreciate the sorrow "the idiom" meaning, remember that the night of the courtyard, two tall trees leaves are falling all over the floor, futong leaves are kneeling on mother LingQian on their own, their grief, the cold wind SOB lowly, accompany us cry send mother's coffin to the graveyard...... In a cries, in light of the dim moonlight, my eyes I saw mother's coffin is a few relatives with ropes with thick good and then tied up slowly sunk to stick in advance for mother dug a pit, and then, I call mother shouted in the faint... Mother went to a funeral, no, no, no, no, it BaoChe up good performance, no KuLing artist for her life with the hardships of stricken credit, some just children GanChang grieved cry kith and tears of burst its Banks...