Father's love is like a mountain, mother's love is like water.

Author: Mao Dun
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Publish Date: 2005-09-13
Features: If I have learned even a tiny bit of good temper, if I have learned a little bit of kindness in dealing with others, if I have forgiven people and understood them—I must thank my kind mother. —Hu Shih, "My Mother"
As a man's life goes on, he is both a son and a father. In the first half of his life, the son is the shadow of the father; in the second half, the father is the shadow of the son. —Jia Pingwa, "About Father and Son"
And one day, her feathered robe disappeared, and she put on coarse human cloth—in she had decided to be a mother. —Zhang Xiaofeng, "Mother's Feathered Robe"
At that moment, I realized that all mothers in the world are so easily deceived and so easily satisfied! At that moment, I couldn’t help but shed tears. —Xi Murong, "Birthday Card"
Time slips by unnoticed, and behind every rushed figure, the loving gaze of a father grows farther away, while the familiar words of a mother gradually fade. When you are physically and emotionally exhausted, pause and read the warm stories in books—you will feel your heart move.
"The mother's hands hold the thread, the traveler wears the clothes." The love of all parents lies in a needle and thread, a letter home, or a small act.
Mother’s love is a warm coat, always caring for your body; father’s love is a close-fitting undershirt, always surrounding your heart. Father’s and mother’s love are the two layers of clothing around you, always enveloping you from front to back. No matter how far apart you are, whether across thousands of mountains or at the ends of the earth, father’s and mother’s love are tightly wrapped around you.
The different experiences during growth reflect the same care. In the stories of ordinary people, father’s and mother’s love is equally great.
The heartwarming family stories selected in this book are the deep memories of every person toward father’s and mother’s love. You can feel the warmth of family, the deep gratitude to parents, the guilt toward them, or the words you haven’t had time to say.
The price of your growth is the quietly graying hair and increasingly aged faces of your parents. Not everyone is fortunate enough to hear their comforting and encouraging words in time, nor can everyone have them by their side at every moment.
Don’t let the unfulfilled gratitude become a regret.