Pumpkin rose buns

May, flowers, songs, poems, paintings. May, it's wonderful, perhaps, because of Mother! "The mother's handline, the swimmer's clothes." And by the seams, fearing delay. And who will pay for it? "Mother's love is the theme of humanity. Mother's love is like a spring rain, a love song, a quiet, long distance. When you think of your mother, you think of your depressed ambition, you think of your mother, you think of your wasted years, you think of your mother, you think of your traveller, and you start thinking about your family, and you think about your mother, you find your home, you know? Mother's love is infinite, and in the coming holiday, make a rose made out of love, and dedicate it to the mother of the earth, so that the love of the Red Son may bloom among the leaves, and say: "Mother, have a hard day, and wish you a happy holiday!"!