Moe Academy: Resurrection Battle

The love of parents will never change, even if the sea dries up and the rocks crumble. Parents' love is the guiding light on our way forward, it drives away the darkness and brings us a bright future! Flowers are grateful to the fertile soil for their most beautiful blooms; streams are grateful to the sea for their ding-dong hopes; birds are grateful to the blue sky for their colorful wings. Flowers and grass, cicadas singing in the breeze, maple leaves and reeds, silver-clad, four seasons curling around the fingers, the vibrant nature, everywhere is filled with the faint fragrance of gratitude... Gratitude, a holy and ordinary noun, is full of the dreams of many young people. Once upon a time, I looked up at my tender little face and said to my mother: "I want to wander around the world with my singing." The angry mother just smiled and said nothing, standing alone in the wind, looking thoughtfully at the white dandelions flying in the sky. My mother told me that she knew my dream was far away, and the farthest star in the sky would always be the destination I pursued. She said that she would always support me. At that time, I only vaguely felt my mother's understanding of me in my heart, but I was young and ignorant at that time, so I never noticed the reluctance and pity when my mother spoke. Time has lengthened my figure, and I have re-examined everything about my mother as I grew up: when the sun dispelled the remnants of the night, when the sunset was swallowed by the hazy horizon, my mother carried farm tools and walked quickly on the path in the field, and neither light nor darkness could stop her steps; when the sky was full of fighting, my classmates and I chased and played under the moon, my mother was inserting her love into my sweater stitch by stitch; when I was wearing a warm down jacket and chatting and laughing by the stove in the cold winter, my mother was washing the clothes in the cold water with her swollen hands... So, my heart was deeply touched and hit hard. At this moment, I began to doubt, is my dream still far away? Can I still wander around the world with my singing calmly? "Thanksgiving", rational thoughts issued a sacred command to me. However, should I stay with my mother and let her enjoy the happiness of family life? Or should I create my own world first and then let my mother enjoy the rest of her life? The morning sun has slowly risen, and it is a new day. I reorganized my thoughts and asked rationally: "You don't have solid wings, how can you repay your mother? You don't have the ability to survive, how dare you talk about repaying your mother? You don't have any capital, how can you repay your mother's kindness..." I still can't let it go. I am ashamed for not knowing how to repay my mother when I was young, and I am even more confused now that I know how to repay my mother but don't know how to repay her. At this time, my mother said that she hoped I would forge a pair of strong wings, build up the courage to go out into the world alone, and then go to build my own future. This is her greatest comfort. She said that she would keep a peaceful harbor for me, where there is a long-flowing warm current of love, and no matter when, I will always be her concern. I suddenly became enlightened, and gratitude was like a divine command, inspiring me to wander around the world and build my own new world. I will create my own future with my life, like a dandelion seed flying far away, carrying my mother's love and kindness, to the end of the sky, landing, taking root, sprouting, and blooming. At that time, I will hold a new world for my mother with tears in my eyes, and she will surely show the most touching smile. A small grass grew in the cracks of the stone outside the window, because it is grateful for the sunshine...