The road to life is long and the years are long. People will always be hit by old age inadvertently, and they can no longer stand up straight.
Her forehead was cut off by time, her hair was dyed gray by time, her hands were eroded by the world, and her eyes were stung by the sun. She is always better than.
Everyone goes to bed early. She always goes to bed later than others. She always does more than others. She always eats less than others. Although heaven is unfair, she has to bear the heavy responsibility of supporting her family since she was a child, but she has nothing.
Complain. Although she is busy every day, she has no regrets.
Her thin body prevents the mountain of life from keeping straight. She always walks around the kitchen just to support her family.
A hot meal. Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, whether sick or sleepy, she never stopped working temporarily. Even though her right hand is broken, she still insists on doing housework with her left hand every day. When she was young,
Dear her, she will also look forward to the arrival of love. In the third grade of junior high school, she wrote 700 words of the composition of the most beautiful woman in memory. She searched in this vast world and met the person she wanted to meet among thousands of people. Thousands of years later, when,
In the vast wilderness, I happened to meet a young man, neither too early nor too late. Although he was poor, she followed him around and lived a wandering life.
She put away the flowery clothes of youth, put on gray linen, worked hard during the day and taught her husband and son at night. In a boring life, she cherishes everything she has.
My hands open the way for my family, and my legs take my family to the field of hope.
She is such a person who only wants to pay, regardless of return. Although she has no graceful figure and good face, she is still the most beautiful woman in my heart. She is my grandmother, a flower-like woman, blooming her beauty on the cold cliff.