母亲,一个玫瑰色的名字。当母亲年轻的时候,她的生命如同朝阳里带露的玫瑰,娇柔而高贵。从饱满的花朵,到翠嫩的枝干,都蕴含芬芳,芬芳诉说着对广阔生活的无尽构想。然而,寒潮、风雷、霹雳接踵而至,一刀刀刻进了母亲的胸膛。凄风冷雨后,天边升起如血的晚霞。霞光和残阳一并洒下温暖,母亲瑟瑟发抖的花瓣缓 Mother, a rosy name. When her mother was young, her life was like a rose in the morning sun, delicate and noble. From plump flowers to tender branches, they all contain fragrance and fragrance, which tells the endless conception of a vast life. However, cold wave, wind and thunder, thunderbolt one after another, knife engraved into the mother’s chest. Cold wind, the sky rises like blood of the sunset. Rays of light and the sun shed warmth, her mother shivering petals slowly