Mother-son love

When I was greedy for the warmth of the bed, my mother’s soft and crisp voice sounded in my ears, breaking my dream of continuing to sleep. I have not yet woken up to open my sleepy eyes to see, a pair of beautiful eyes like a pool of crystal clear spring water, clear and transparent, delicate and moving. The oval shaped face with delicate lines and cherry red lips shows a touch of gentleness. In the soft sunshine, it is crystal clear, carved with powder and jade. It is like a fairy who has fallen into the world without any dust.