母爱,是十月怀胎中,撕心掏肝的干呕,顺利分娩时甜甜的微笑和满足;母爱,是儿时,被装进背篓里,走村串寨或赶街时的欢蹦乱跳;母爱,是厚实的手掌,拍打在顽皮的身上,却疼在自家心上的纠结和无奈;母爱,是出门干活前,为小馋猫罩在甑子脚的香喷喷的蛋炒饭;母爱,是艰苦岁月,洗得发白的的衣服上,一层摞一层的温暖的补丁;母爱,是村口,佝偻的身影,站在暮色里望眼欲 Maternal love is pregnant in October, reluctantly liver digging retreat, smooth delivery of sweet smile and satisfaction; maternal love, is a child, was loaded into the basket, walk in the village string Walled or rushing when the hurdle; maternal love , Is a thick palm, flapping in the naughty body, but pain in their own heart’s tangles and helplessness; maternal love, is to go out to work before, for the greedy pussy cover in the razor-foot fragrant egg fried rice; maternal love, is a tough time , Washed white dress, a layer of warm patch layer; maternal love, is the village entrance, grim figure, standing in the twilight eyes