母亲 ,您是风雨中一把伞 ,为孩儿撑出一片无风无雨的晴空 ;母亲 ,您是寒冷时一盆炭火 ,融化孩儿心中的冰与雪 ;母亲 ,您是黑夜里一盏明灯 ,让孩儿眼眸里光明一片 ;长大了 ,孩儿要远航 ,母亲 ,您是浪涛间一艘船 ,载着孩儿驶向人生彼岸 ;岁月 ,衰老了您的容颜 ,斑白了您的鬓发 ,? Mother, you are an umbrella in the rain and wind, for the children to come up with a no-rain rainy clear sky; mother, you are a cold pot of charcoal, melt the baby’s heart of ice and snow; mother, you are a light in the dark, Let the children look bright in the eyes; grow up, the baby must be sailing, mother, you are a ship between the waves, carrying the baby to the other side of life; years, aging your face, pale your hair,?