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献给我的妈妈

亲爱的妈妈，我永远无法忘记你给我的第一封信。这是一封来自二十亿孩子的书信，但因为你的爱而重传了第十三次。

十三年的时光里，我们经历了太多寻常的场景： a.你总是准时地送我去早餐店，像小时候一样。 b.你在我的房间里伴着夜曲哭泣，直到深夜一醒才去上床睡觉。 c.你教会了我包容，让我不再害怕被误解。

十三年后的今天，我终于明白：你的爱像春雨，滋润了我的成长。

献给我的妈妈—I love you, my mom.

13 years ago, I learned to cherish your words in the silence of the quiet streets, when my heart was still too heavy with secrets. 3 months later, I felt the weight of your smile on my face—when your eyes met mine and we shared a moment of vulnerability, you whispered "you're not alone, mom," and it started a chain reaction of unspoken words that changed me forever.

13 years ago, I wrote this poem to express my deepest gratitude. It's like asking, "Mom, thank you for what you've been through?" And today, it says the same thing—a reminder of your love that is now in my life.

Scentally, we’re all just a little nervous, but your unwavering support and care are making this more than a fleeting memory.

13 years ago, I didn’t even know you’d been growing so fast—yet, it’s the slowest part of your journey that makes me most happy. You’ve let go of the fluff and started being myself, like the tree that never looked back at its branches anymore.

献给我的妈妈—I love you, my mom.

13 years ago, I learned to cherish your words in the silence of the quiet streets, when my heart was still too heavy with secrets. 3 months later, I felt the weight of your smile on my face—when your eyes met mine and we shared a moment of vulnerability, you whispered "you're not alone, mom," and it started a chain reaction of unspoken words that changed me forever.

13 years ago, I wrote this poem to express my deepest gratitude. It's like asking, "Mom, thank you for what you've been through?" And today, it says the same thing—a reminder of your love that is now in my life.

scentally, we’re all just a little nervous, but your unwavering support and care are making this more than a fleeting memory.

献给我的妈妈—I love you, my mom.

13 years ago, I learned to cherish your words in the silence of the quiet streets, when my heart was still too heavy with secrets. 3 months later, I felt the weight of your smile on my face—when your eyes met mine and we shared a moment of vulnerability, you whispered "you're not alone, mom," and it started a chain reaction of unspoken words that changed me forever.

13 years ago, I wrote this poem to express my deepest gratitude. It's like asking, "Mom, thank you for what you've been through?" And today, it says the same thing—a reminder of your love that is now in my life.