母亲
迎上门来堆一脸感激， 仿佛我的到来是太多的赐予； 探问旅途如顽童探问奇迹， 一双老花眼总充满疑惧。
The writer is someone who plays with the body of his mother.
The writer is someone who plays with the body of his mother.
The land is our mother, the rivers our blood. We live because the land lives.
The land is our mother, the rivers our blood. We must protect her, for she is our life.
The mother-child relationship is paradoxical and, in a sense, tragic. It requires the most intense love on the mother's side, yet this very love must help the child grow away from the mother, and to become fully independent.
The mother-child relationship is paradoxical and, in a sense, tragic. It requires the most intense love on the mother's side, yet this very love must help the child grow away from the mother, and to become fully independent.
Make women rational creatures, and free citizens, and they will quickly become good wives, and mothers; that is, if men do not neglect the duties of husbands and fathers.
Make women rational creatures, and free citizens, and they will quickly become good wives and mothers.
