看不见你头发慢慢成霜，

                                            看不见你双颊布满沧桑，

                                            可流淌在心里的温暖却一天天增长。

                                             妈妈，

                                             娟娟细水的情，

                                             偏在心中藏。

                                             忘记了荆棘刻下的创伤， 

                                             淡化了岁月留下的迷茫，

                                             可留在身后的目光却不愿停下张望。

                                              妈妈，

                                              无言表述的爱，

                                              恒久比天长。 

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