孩子,你是母亲孕育的果实;同时,你又造就了母亲——没有你,又哪来的母亲? 我清楚地记得,当你呱呱坠地的啼哭在产房里骤响的时候,我的心尖尖一颤,一种从没有的奇异,神圣的感觉从我心底升起。我抱着你,心中被爱一点点涨满,涨满……从那以后,我变成一个真正的女人——母亲,那爱也奇妙地渐渐博大。 Child, you are the fruit of your mother’s birth; at the same time, you made the mother again - without you, where’s the mother? I remember vividly that when you were crying in the delivery room, my sharp tip Flutter, a never-ending bizarre, sacred feeling rising from my heart. I hold you, my heart is a little bit of love up, full ... ... Since then, I became a real woman - mother, that love is also a mystery gradually broad.