When I was a kid, I used to follow my mother's back like a tail all day long. Always consider your mother as the sky, the whole life. Later when I was growing up, I felt that life was really bustling, very annoying and there was no place like my home. But because of the beautiful ideals in life we ​​keep chasing and then realize that the time we spend with special people becomes less. Mother is always very busy with life, time has robbed her sensitivity and youth. Working far away every day makes me unable to realize how fast my mother is aging. Today's face has many wrinkles, straight back is now handcuffed according to the month ... Now I just hope time passes slowly so I have more opportunities to show filial piety the work is like the East Sea, from one afternoon to more time. I will make myself not regret in the future and then utter two words: "If only ..."