Later, when we set aside our worries and sought solace in our mother’s embrace as we did in our childhood, we discovered that her aging arms could no longer contain our tears. 　　While conversing with some friends one day, the topic of crying arose. Everyone admitted that since growing up, we seldom shed tears unless faced with a relative’s demise or an immensely distressing blow. Sometimes, despite my longing to cry tears of joy, I must stifle them, shedding them discreetly, concealed from everyone’s knowledge. 　　Finally, a friend exclaimed with deep emotion, “My greatest desire now is to melt into my mother’s arms and weep freely when sorrow overwhelms me!”…